Liam's Muse

Liam is a shy, quiet, sweet writer. Cecily, is a loud, good-hearted, girl with a free spirit.

After unexpectedly meeting each other, they find that they are exactly what each other need.

Find out what happens!
( sequel to Harry's slave)

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4. Chapter 4

Liam's POV 

As I rounded the corner I could see a beautiful girl riding on a bicycle. She was so carefree, and her long auburn hair was flowing behind her in the wind.

Wow. That was the most poetic thing I've come up with in a while.

Sweet.

I watched the girl.

Suddenly I saw her pedals fumble, and her chain came off. Oh no! She was headed downhill.


The carefree expression that had occupied her face was now gone, and replaced by a mixture of fear and shock.

I watched her jump off the bike, and shakily land in a nearby bush. 

Ouch.

I need to make sure she's okay.

I run over to her, and see her slowly try to climb out of the bush before wincing. She shrunk back inside it.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She peeked out from the edge of the bush, and I could see her eyes. Wow. They were partially blue, and partially green.

"Um. I think I'm alright. It just hurts when I try to get up."

Her voice was so smooth, and the perfect tone.

" let me help you" I said holding out my hands to support her.

She grabbed them, and I pulled back trying to get her out of the bush. 

She started to get up then exclaimed," I think I have some cuts on my legs."

I nodded and put my arm around her and lifted her out.

I stood her up in front of her and sure enough, there were small, but painful looking cuts all over her legs.

"Oh" she laughed," I also twisted my ankle." 

It was a bit odd, that she was laughing.

But people have different ways to deal with pain, so I payed little attention to that.

"Thank you so much. You really saved me. Your like my prince" she laughed. 
"Prince-?" 

She asked me trying to find out my name.

"Oh, um, Im Liam. Liam Payne" I said awkwardly.

"Well. Prince Liam. Thank you for saving me, the damsel in distress. I'm Princess Cecily" she said taking a bow, right there in central London. 

I was amazed at how comfortable she was in public.

I chuckled.

" I have some bandages at my flat, it's just around the corner. Would you like to use them?" I asked.

She nodded," thank you prince Liam."

I put my arm around her waist to support her until her ankle felt better.

<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>
I opened the door and her jaw dropped.

"This is yours?!" She asked.

"Yeah. All mine" I said grinning.

" wait. You live alone?"
She asked sending me a quizzical glance.

" I was held back in the second grade. I'm nineteen, but graduating this year."

"Cool" she smiled. 

I helped her inside, and sat her on the black sofa, while I got the bandages.

I slowly dressed all of the small wounds and wrapped her ankle. 

She wasn't making any sounds, so I looked up.

She was asleep.

I got up quietly, and got a blanket.

I wrapped it around her, then went back to my office. 

I have so many ideas flowing through my head,
and I just can't wait to get  them down on paper.

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