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Pretty Girl

The Dressing Room

*Your POV*
I can feel my heart beating rapidly as I turn. I turn slowly just to make sure that this is really happening, that Liam is here, that I have a chance to discover what happened in there. People are streaming past me, and wow, that one little girl was rude. He’s leaning up against the brick wall of the stadium with his arms crossed across his chest. OH. MY. GOOD. GOD. His hat is tipped low on his head, so low that I can almost not see his eyes. That way he’s leaning against the building with only his shoulders touching it, he’s exuding confidence and sexuality. And I’m definitely feeling it. The main thing though is his shirt. It’s appears to be a plain white t-shirt with a crew neck, but it’s also about two sizes too small. I can see the outline of his abs; and the way he has his arms crossed is displaying how big his arms have gotten. Sex on a stick. That’s what he is. And he’s got this look in his eyes. The look of a predator as he tracks down his prey, and lucky me, I’m the prey. He pushes off the wall and stalks towards me, he towers over me and I have to crane my neck to look in his eyes. Those eyes, those predatory eyes, the underlying passion in them are hard to miss. Honestly, it scares me a bit. I must have shown my fear, even in the smallest way, because Liam’s eyes instantly softened.
“Hi,” he breathes softly.
I just stare into his eyes. I can’t seem to get past them. The look in them, that’s the look my father used to give my mom. The undying love and faithfulness. But we've just met, here at this concert. It’s not possible. But there it is. Wait, what? Oh, Liam is waving his hand in front of my face. I guess I sort of spaced out.
“Earth to pretty girl, earth to pretty girl,” he repeats. I giggle, his alien voice just broke all the awkwardness and seriousness of the past few hours.
“I-I’m here, I promise, I’ll try not to space out again,” I guarantee him.
His voice is still affecting me, but this time it’s not as bad. Thank God, because the stuttering is really unattractive.
“Come on pretty girl, we need to get back inside. If I anyone recognizes me, we’re going to have a full mob on our hands, and believe me, we do NOT want that to happen.” Liam replies.
He grabs my hand, breaks through the crowd, and heads around the side of the building to the door that a security guard is holding open.
“How did you know that door was going to be open,” I ask confused.
“Come on now pretty, it’s their job to keep track of me, do you really think they wouldn't see me sprinting out of the building and not tell me how to get back in?”
“Oh, well then, I suppose I should’ve known that,” I admit embarrassed.
As Liam leads me through the maze of hallways, I wonder again what this feeling between us is.
“I’m going to take you around the back way to the dressing rooms, because I don’t want the lads to see you." I must have look hurt, because he quickly says,” I don’t like that Harry winked at you, and I don’t want to give them a chance to tease me about becoming so enamored.”
Well then, that’s an excuse a girl can get used to.
As we stopp in front of his dressing room door, Liam steps behind me and covers my eyes with his hands; the contact instantly setting my skin to tingling, like I'm on fire. He turns me around while he opens the door and then cautiously leads me through the doorway.
“1, 2, 3,” he counts, and then removes his hands. I miss the contact, but the thought slips my mind as I took in the scene before me. It isn't hearts, and chocolates, and red lighting. It’s a dressing room after all, but it’s perfect. There is a huge couch, fluffy as can be, with a huge plaid comforter covering it, and a small TV screen set up.
I turn to Liam, my eyes glassy with unshed tears, “You did this for me?”
“Well not exactly,” he stalls. “I had my security guard hook me up.”
I can’t believe in just the few minutes after the concert ended that security had managed to throw this together, and so I told Liam.
“Oh no pretty girl, I had this put together right after the interview ended.”
“Liam, this is… this is the most amazing thing that anyone has ever done for me, I-I can’t thank you enough,” I stutter. Again. Then the tears start to softly fall.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry pretty girl, please don’t cry.”
I feel his arms wrap around me, like steel bands, and he pulls me in close as he starts planting butterfly kisses on my hair. Eventually the tears stop falling, and he looks at me.
“Alright now, pretty girl?”
I nod, unable to speak in fear of crying again. He leads me over to the couch and gently pushes me into a sitting position, and starts to remove my shoes. Good God, the man’s hands are magic. He looks up as he massages my sore feet, and I find myself staring into his eyes again. This time, I decide fate has had its way, now I’m taking matters into my own hands. Literally. I put my hands on the side of Liam’s face, and pull him up and towards me.

Notes

Hey hey hey, the song for this chapter is Kiss You! Please let me know if you have any suggestions for the next chapter or an idea for how this story should go, maybe I can incorporate it!

Comments

AW MAN THIS IS SO DANG CUTE I CANT TAKE IT AHHH I LOVE IT :DDDDD

portwestdr portwestdr
12/15/13

Getting ready to write the 3rd chapter!

AshleyE_95 AshleyE_95
12/14/13

ASHLEEEYYYYYYYYYYY HI ITS LEXI AHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER WOOOO

portwestdr portwestdr
12/14/13