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Chapter 9~
~~TORI'S POV~~
I collapsed exhausted onto a chair in my kitchen staring at the counters littered with baked goods.
"Shit, I may have gone a bit overboard..." I muttered to myself, looking about. There was a zone I got in when I was baking that didn't allow me to stop until I worked everything out of my system. "At least the bake sale won't run out of supplies."
Suddenly, it hit me that I was talking to myself, and I shook my head laughing. Picking up a few tins, I decided I'd be a good neighbor and drop by the neighboring houses with my baked goods. After dropping a few off at Nikki's house, knowing how she liked my brownies, I made my way over to the Band House, as I affectionately titled it.
Knocking on the door with some chocolate chip cookies, I was surprised to have it thrown open right away by a frazzled Liam who was just as surprised to see me on his doorstep.
"T-tori?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head embarrassed as he eyed me intently. He was shirtless, which did nothing for my racing heart, and I had to swallow hard to get any moisture in my mouth.
"Hey, Liam." I said, running a self conscious hand through my hair. I realized I was standing on his step, bare faced, in old sweatpants and a tanktop with a light jacket. Clearly, I wasn't making much of an impression. "I... I, um, made a few too many cookies and I wondered if you and the lads would like to have some."
Liam practically snatched the cookies from my hands looking behind him nervously.
"Yeah. Thanks." He replied shortly.
"Liam?" I said with a questioning tone, a little hurt by his short treatment of me.
"What?" He snapped.
I reared back, my shock written across my face. "I just wanted to know if you were alright..." I trailed off, before spinning around and leaving angrily. "Enjoy the damn cookies."
"Tori..." He said sadly, before pausing when I didn't stop walking. "T-tori! Tori, wait!"
I was halfway across the street before a hand grabbed my arm, stopping me. I could see Liam had thrown a jacket on over his bare torso and grabbed mismatching shoes in his rush to stop me.
"What, Liam? What do you want?"
"I-I'm sorry, I'm stressed." He apologized, rubbing his buzz cut head.
I crossed my arms unimpressed, "Doesn't mean I can be your punching bag."
"I know." He said before shooting me a crooked smile. "I'm very sorry."
In the face of his smile, I couldn't hold out long and shook my head, waving it off with my hand. "It's fi-"
I was about to respond when a car blared from my side of the road, and I was suddenly very aware that we were right smack dab in the middle of the street. I was caught like a doe in headlights, and I froze. All of a sudden, I felt the car whiz by me as Liam pulled me to his chest and spun me around shielding me.
I looked up at him as he brought me upright, locking my brown eyes with his hazel ones. "Th-thank you."
He looked just as shaken and his eyes were wide, "No problem."
Suddenly, I realized I was pressed against his bare chest in just a tank top, and I backed away quickly, feeling much chillier without his arms around me.
"What are you stressed about?" I asked, trying to resume the position we were having before.
"Baby problems." He sighed.
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The Band Next Door
FanfictionMeet six normal girls...finding their way through life. As if it wasn't already way TOO complected, guess what? The world's more famous boy band had to land up at there college. Awesome? I think not!