If I hadn’t ducked at the last minute, I would have an iced latte all over my brand new Paramore shirt. Letting out a whoosh of air I didn’t know I was even holding, I saw him. I recognized him from my posters, and my phone background, he was Liam Payne!! Mentally screaming, I tried to walk past him to order a coffee, but he took hold of my wrist. I winced, he was holding to wrist had my newly healing cuts. I yanked my arm away causing my scabbed cuts to open up. I held my wrist walking out of the Café. It wasn’t painful, but now he probably knew why I winced when he grabbed my wrist. As I left the Caffe, I saw Niall walking towards it. Ducking back into the cafe, I made a beeline to the women’s bathroom and locked myself in. Niall. Niall. I knew that name. Niall Horan! ONE DIRECTION! Crap, I run into one and run away from another.. Hearing a knock on the door and slowly unlocked the door, revealing an angry looking Niall. Crap.
“Are you avoiding me?” He huffed.
“No my arm’s bleeding and I need to clean the cuts before they become infected.” I said turning on the water.
He entered the room and helped me clean and bandage my wrist. I refused at first, but his eyes begged me to let him help, and my insides turned to goop.
“Niall? Where are you?” I heard a lovely British voice that could be no other than Liam Payne. “In here, mate” Niall called back. A few seconds later I saw Liam’s head pop into the room. He saw me sitting on the counter with Niall wrapping my wrist, and he gasped.
“Did I do that to your arm?” He asked.
“No, I…I uh had a prior injury that torn open.” I murmured looking at the floor instead of his face.
“What inju-“ Liam started but stopped after Niall have him to death stare.
After Niall finished wrapping my wrist, I cradled my arm to my chest and left the café before either of them could say anything.