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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14. This Secret

 

“This won’t work out, you know that, right?” I look seriously at Liam.

He nods his head, “I know.”

“Then why do you want to try?” I stop abruptly, keeping in mind that the others are waiting for us.

Liam gently grabs my wrists, pulling me into a warm embrace, and just lays his head into my neck. At first, I’m a bit tense, still getting used to the fact that the Liam Payne wanted me, me! A stupid, foolish, hideous girl was what Liam Payne wanted, hah!

“Because,” Liam says, catching my attention. “Kyra, we may have only met but you are more different that I’ve ever seen. You…stood up to me, I guess. I wasn’t expecting it, because I thought you would never want to insult, because we are, you know, One Direction.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Seriously? Wow, Liam, wow.”

He jerks back quickly, gazing at me cautiously, and nods, “Yes, Kyra, seriously.”

And I would have responded had not a familiar Irish accent interrupted us. I look down towards Niall, exchanging uncertain glances with Liam beforehand, and agreeing to walk to the guys…without holding hands.

I sigh and lean back into the car seat, closing my eyes. After Liam and I had returned to the boys, they all asked that one question… did you guys kiss and make up? Obviously, they were joking about the kiss part…but Liam and I grew red with knowing that we had indeed, truly kissed and made up.

And right after that, all of us were ushered into the black jeep, which was taking us to the next gig that was in…

“Where are we going, today?” I ask Niall, yawning loudly, opening my eyes.

He shrugs his shoulders and looks at Zayn, who in turn looks at Harry, who in turn looks at Louis, who in turn looks at Liam, who in turn looks at Paul. Paul chuckles at this and looks at me through the front view mirror.

“Second gig’s at Glasgow and we will be there in an hour or so, maybe sooner,” Paul answers my question.

I mumble something back incoherently on purpose, because I am already falling asleep, still very exhausted from the earlier gig. But when I wake up later, I will have learned my lesson to NEVER fall asleep in the One Direction vehicle. Because, when I wake up later, my face is no longer my face nor is my body my body anymore.

You’ll understand…

~

“I. Cannot. Believe. You. Boys.” I mutter through my clenched teeth.

I am standing with my hands on my hips, glaring at all of them. And they are all looking down, trying to be apologetic, but I know they are all secretly sharing a grin with each other. Even Liam.

“How could you?!” I throw my hands up the air, glancing at myself in a side mirror, and groaning as I still saw the faded sharpie marks all over my body. Even my face.

They still all kept their heads down, no one answering me.

“It was my fault,” Louis finally spoke up. “I just couldn’t…help it!” He shouts the last part, before running off like an upset 6-year old.

I sigh and lead the boys into their wardrobe room, sending them off to Brenda to be put into their first outfit for their first song to sing; Live While We’re Young. Great song by the way, check it out on YouTube, but you probably already have…but then by all means go check it out again!

And once all the boys are out of the rooms, heading to the stage, getting ready to sing Brenda pulls me aside.

“So, how are you and Liam?” She asks, her tone concerning.

I ponder the question and then reply, “We’re fine.”

“Nothing more, no relationship?” She digs further in.

I look at her seriously. “Nothing that I know of.”

And with that she backs off.

Should I say anything to her about me and Liam?

Should I?

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