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?


16. Four Arrows


“Oi, can we have today off?” I groan as I tumble out of bed, waking up to the 5th day of the tour.

“No,” Brenda replies, groaning herself, “And besides, if you can’t last five days, how do you plan on lasting to October? That’s 9 months away.”

“Oh, Shuddup, I would never quit. Even though I know you’re tired ass wants me to,” I reply back, winking at Brenda.

She laughs and then walks into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. I collapse back onto the bed, grabbing the TV remote, and flicking on the TV to the Movie channel.

Hm, Eclipse? Sexy Jacob Black? Hell yeah.

I’m about to fall asleep, full of exhaustion, but five quick and loud knocks at the door wake me right back up again. I sigh and drag my feet over to the door. I don’t even bother to look through the peep hole.

I open it and start to say, “Yeah, may I help – Liam?”

Liam gives me a half smile-frown and then I notice he is wearing black shades over his brown eyes. I furrow my eyebrows together, trying to think of a reason why he would be here, and not at final rehearsals with the other boys. And then suddenly Liam grabs my hand, pulling me out into the hallway, shutting the door quietly behind me.

With no words, and I don’t even bother to protest, Liam leads me into the elevator at the end of the hallway. And only about halfway down to the garage, since that’s apparently where he is taking me, do I realize that he is holding my hand.

Like we’re a couple…

But we’re not?

“Liam, where are we going?” I ask once we reach the garage and start walking towards the EXIT.

He doesn’t reply, just keeps a firm grip on my hand.

I take another look at him, really looking at him. His brown, curly locks are now gone, his hair shaved nearly to the scalp. He is still wearing the purple plaid shirt from last night. And then I noticed four black, bold arrows all going in one…direction, huh.

“Liam?” I call out his name softly, stopping, pulling him to a stop.

He turns around and looks at me through his shades.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

He removes the shades from his face, revealing a slight bruise under his right eye, and both eyes are red and puffy from crying. But even so, there still remains the true smile on his lips.

“C’mon, Kyra, I need to get out of here. And also, I want to show you something,” He says before continuing us to the EXIT.

Once we reach the outside, Liam puts on his shades quickly, before leading me down the sidewalk for a little while. And then he abruptly stops, letting going of my hand, and then takes a sharp turn into an alley.

I follow him, wanting to see what he is trying to hide from me. Once I catch up to him, halfway down the alley, I lean around him to see it.

Once I see it, a smile hits my face.

“Liam, how’d you know?” I joke, smiling.

He turns to look at me, grinning, “Psh, everyone likes a vespa.”

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