The girl groaned pulling at the tight purple material clinging to her body. She wobbled to the edge of the sidewalk, her heels being much too tall. She lifted a hand motioning for a cab. The dark vehicle pulled to the side on the street she quickly jumped in hoping to get back to her dorm and in the bed without anyone else seeing her dressed liked this. She was still in disbelief she was convinced to put this on. She had enjoyed short cute dresses and heels, normally worn on a night which promised loud music and a stranger holding her hips as she swayed to the music but tonight was misery. The dress was too short, too tight and too purple. She felt like a slag, and not the good kind. She pulled herself into the car and leaned forward to tell the cabbie her address. She fell back exhausted, hoping her supposed friends would be sober enough to find a way home.
“Excuse me?” she heard a British voice ask from beside her, not that she should be shocked as this was London, “love?” Paige rolled her head to the side to see a handsome brown eyed brunette staring at her both shocked and amused.
“Yes,” she spit back, no matter how polite and attractive the stranger was she did not have the emotional nor mental capacity to deal with people at the moment.
“Umm,” the male began, “This isn’t a cab, love. This is my car.” Paige quirked an eyebrow.
“You have someone else to drive your car?” she asked, not believing the man.
“When I need to be picked up from the airport,” he replied nodding slowly. She snorted.
“And where were you? The Bahamas?” Paige asked, laughing to herself for her own cleverness, as she still did not believe the stranger. The man began to laugh to himself.
“Take her home,” the man leaned up and told the driver. He leaned back, giving a smile to the blue-eyed girl. “I was on tour with my band,” the man answered Paige’s question.
“Really?” Paige asked, shocked the man had still not dropped his act. “What band?”
“One Direction,” Liam answered a smirk now on his lips.
“You’re Liam Payne…” the girl stammered, now star-struck, her past exhaustion leaving her. He laughed.
“That explains it,” the girl said, face palming herself.
“Explains?” he questioned.
“The reason you’re so fit,” Paige answered, laughing.
“I’m fit,” he asked, scooting closer to the girl. She nodded.
“Incredibly.” He leaned forward as she pulled herself closer to the man, neither sure where their confidence was feeding from, yet enjoying this moment more than any previous encounter with a stranger. She glanced down at the boys lips, as her tongue slipped out to wet her own. She took a deep breath deciding she left her dorm to have fun and that is what she was going to do. She let her hand reach out to rest on his lap as she pulled herself closer to the pop star. He reached up, cupping her face and leaning forward. He paused, his lips hovering above hers, mere millimeters separated the two. He looked to her asking for permission, his compulsion to be a gentleman still evident through his intense lust. She smirked leaning up to capture his lips. The two were lost in the kiss when Liam’s hand travelled up the brunettes dress. She gasped when his fingers found their way under the thin cloth and into her folds. He pulled back from the kiss, smiling at the girl.
“Still wanna go to your place?” he asked in her ear, his fingers growing closer to the heat Paige craved for him to touch. She shook her head, not trusting her voice. Liam leaned up to the driver stating the change of address before returning to the girl. She quickly grabbed his head and pulled his lips back to her own. He smiled excited for his welcome home.
~1D~
“Is this it?” Paige asked, walking into the kitchen, her legs barley covered in by Liam’s Batman t-shirt. Liam looked up from spreading the whipped cream on a bowl of fruit, his eyes scanning the pretty girl. He shook his head,
“Only if you want it to be.” The girl shook her head, clearly enjoying the man she had slept with the night before.
“Then how about I take you out on a proper date?” Liam asked. The girl walked forward, letting her finger graze the whipped cream before bringing it to her mouth to slowly lick it off. Liam licked his lips as Paige smirked to herself. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his ear, “How about after a nice breakfast?”
