Catch My Breath *Liam Payne Love*

Kyra Moore has always loved fashion.
Though, at first she never got it to be her dream job, that changed one day.
She went to an interview and she got the job.
But her first client, she just thought it would have never been them.
Can she handle the pressure or will she buckle and lose everything?


12. Crazy Tomlinson

~A/N: Everything that happened before this chapter did take place a few days for this date, just to clear this up. And these dates are from their 2013 World Tour, where this story is taking place, FYI! (:~

*Date: February 23rd, 2013*
*Location: The O2 Area, London*
*Time: 8:00 p.m.*

I sigh, exchanging looks with Brenda. I shake my head, disappointed, and stare at the ripped blazer Harry is wearing. Finally, I look up at curly here, and sigh again.

“You had to, didn’t you?” I sniffle, walking over to their wardrobe area.

“Yes, I did, Kyra. They’re the fans who couldn’t get tickets, I felt bad.” Harry replies, taking the blazer off, showing the ripped white shirt underneath.

I nod, a little sad that those clothes were no longer going to be useful. I would now have to find a way to get another pair of the same ones. I could not report to the Management that they lost a good $1000, on my part, because I had let Harry go outside to his fans.

“Fine, put this on, they look quite similar so it shouldn’t faze management or your fans,” I mutter, handing the new pair of clothes to Harry.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He suddenly asks, taking a hold of my wrist.

I look at him, “Nothing.”


“Whatever, now go, before you miss Rock Me. I bet all the girls will die when you sing your parts,” I wink at him, mustering a small smile.

Once Harry undresses, and gets it to his new outfit and leaves the room, I finally collapse onto the couch in the wardrobe room. I feel someone else sit down, at the opposite end of the couch, and take a peek through my closed eyes.

“So what is really wrong?” Brenda asks, picking at her hair.

“I can’t believe I just ruined $1000 worth of clothes, for letting Styles go outside to the fans, Management will kill me,” I reply, sighing for the third time.

“I’m sure you’re worried about that, but seriously girl, what’s wrong?” Brenda repeats her question.

Finally, I just give in, and sit up.

“I miss home,” I hear myself say, my voice cracking. “And knowing it’ll be months before I’m back there…it’s scary.”

I can tell that Brenda wasn’t expecting that. She still thinks I like Liam, though it’s only been a few hours since she’s last brought him up.

“I was scared, at first, too. But then I made a family here, and I made memories, and it reminded me that home can be anywhere you choose. My home now, is here, with the boys and their tour management.” Brenda says wistfully, giving me a hopeful smile.


Someone’s phone goes off and I look at Brenda, curiously, as she pulls out her iPhone. Her eyes widen as she reads her new text. And then she stands up quickly, grabbing my wrist, pulling me off the couch.

“Whoa, Brenda, where are you taking me?” I shout at her as she pulls me out of the room and down the busy hall, towards the stage.

Finally she reaches the stage entrance where, right now, the boys are just beginning to sing to Rock Me. The fans screaming is deafening and I cringe as it increases slightly, as Harry starts to sing his first part.

“Brenda, why did you bring me here?” I turn around, hands on hips.

“Thought we should just be here to support the boys, don’t you think? I mean look at their outfits, can you believe that you picked them out?” She said honestly, smiling, and giving me thumbs up.

“Let me see your phone,” I demand. And before she can say no, I snatch it from her pocket, and read the next text.

From: Louis
To: Brenda

Bring Kyra to the stage; she should see at least one performance with the clothes intact.

“‘With the clothes intact?’” I repeat out loud, dumbfounded by its meaning.

Until screams increased so loud I literally drop the phone by shock. I turn to the stage just in time to see what Tomlinson meant.

“I want you to R-O-C-K me, I want you to R-O-C-K me, I want you to R-O-C-K me again!” The boys sing before taking off their blazers and throwing them straight into the crowd of screaming fans.

My jaw drops.

Great, now it’ll cost $5000 for that…

And then the boys leave the stage. It takes all of Paul to restrain me from murdering Tomlinson, right then and there.

“Louis, Management’s going to kill me, you bloody lunatic!” I snap at Louis, not really angry, but just amused.

“It wasn’t my idea!” Louis pleads his innocence.

“Really, Tommo, who was it then?” I growl at him.

“It was my idea!” Liam interjects, pushing Louis safely behind him, away from me.

I instantly stop being mad, narrowing my eyes warily at Liam.

“Yes, well now I’m getting fired for that!” I groan, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

“Chill, Management knows what we do, they’ll be fine with it,” He says coolly, looking me straight in the eye.

I don’t know why, but that sets me off, and I let out all of my rage into what I do next. As embarrassing to say, I slap him…yes me, Kyra Moore, just slapped Liam Payne.

Shoot me.

And then I run right out of there, tears streaming down my face.

I’m the bloody lunatic here…I cannot believe I just did that.

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