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)


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.


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. 


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. 

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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