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?

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7. Directioners

 

Someone arms are wrapped warmly around me and that’s why I wake up. Like always, I never have an idea of where I am, but right now I like it. I like not knowing, not knowing where I am, or who is holding me.

But when I look up, I expect someone else’s face to be there, and I am disappointed to see a sleepy Liam, holding me. But I am also very, very confused.

And then it all comes crashing back to me.

I am on a plane with One Direction.

And I am sitting next to Liam James Payne.

“Erm, Liam?” I whisper quietly, trying to untangle myself from his arms.

It’s pointless because he just holds me tighter and whispers into my ear,

“No, don’t leave me again, Danielle. I love you, I screwed up I know, but please just stay.”

“Liam, please.” I whisper, really uncomfortable.

What was he even saying? He screwed up? About what? Is that why they are over?

“Please, Danielle, I-I need you,” His voice cracks, and I sigh to myself, and stop fighting.

And with that, I force myself back to sleep.

~

“Erm, Kyra, Liam, what is going on?” Niall’s voice awakens me this time.

I slowly peel back my eyelids, blinking frequently, trying to clear my vision. And once Niall’s face comes into view, I jump, knocking Liam into the window. And that certainly wakes him up.

“What the-?” Liam is completely disorientated and looks around, confused. “Where is…” But he trails off sadly, before continuing that sentence.

“Um, well, were here,” Niall says awkwardly, backing away from us.

I jump up happily, but pause, cocking my head to the side. “Yay, wait, where are we?”

“London, in the United Kingdom, silly,” Niall pats me softly on my shoulder, smiling that sexy Irish smile of his.

“Oh, cool, are we ever going to be near Essex?” I wonder, remembering I’ve always wanted to come to London and Essex.

Niall shakes his head and then moves down the aisle, walking right out of the plane. I then notice that everyone is else is gone as well, and it’s only me and Liam.

“Kyra, are you going to ever move, or just stand there?” Liam’s groggy voice snaps at me.

I turn around, grab my backpack, and harshly make my way out of there. I know Liam is following me and I abruptly stop at the exit, turning around.

“Liam, just wanted to let you know that you were holding me earlier, and you called me Danielle,” I say before turning back around and exiting the plane.

~

“Where are we going now, Paul?” Zayn asks for the fifth hundred time.

“The hotel, if finally,” Louis answers instead.

Paul nods from the front of the car, still looking at the road, making sure he could get to the hotel right this time. We had tried many times to get there, but every time we arrived, tons of screaming girls remained.

“You know what, Paul?” I ask him. He looks at me with his eyes. “Why don’t you just drop the boys off at the back, after first dropping me off at the front of the hotel?”

All the boys start nodding.

“Ok,” Paul agrees.

“You sure about that?” Liam asks, staring at me with emotionless brown eyes.

“Positive,” I reply, before straightening myself out as we pull up to the hotel. “Anyway, you don’t like me, so if I die you’ll get a new fashion designer that you’ll like.”

“That’s not true, I do, like you,” Liam argues back, meekly.

I just look away.

“Gotta go,” And then I get out of the car and I’m suddenly being grabbed by arms everywhere.

Oh, hell…

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