•FIVE | PT. 2•

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"Wait, is Chelsea under there?" Liam asked, moving Lance out of the way.

I stood up from under the desk, embarrassed after making eye contact with Liam. "Hi Liam, I'm Chelsea." I said, holding out my hand in hopes of Liam shaking it.

Liam shook my hand, "Hi. I'm surprised you even showed your face in front of me considering the scene you made over there." By then, Lance left the Break Room, probably embarrassed to be in the middle of Me & Liam's conversation.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just not really used to talking to famous people. I mean, you're one-fifth of the HUGEST band in the world! I'm just a girl who graduated from college in Arts and now works at a crappy office." I told him.

"Well, I wouldn't say crappy. Well, it's not really crappy." Liam said, chuckling. I giggled along with him, and we both smiled at each other. "Hey, why did you stop by my office so unexpectedly?" I asked him.

"I wanted to give you a gift. You know, I've seen you're tweets. You're Instagram. You're so underrated. And, you made the best portrait of myself. It's better than most of my portraits." Liam said.

I looked down, smiling at the floor like an idiot, like Josh said 2 weeks ago.

"You're just saying that, Liam Payne. I'm just an average girl, working at a crappy buisness, hoping to get my artwork noticed." I told him. "Well, that's your opinion. Not mine. I must be leaving. Here, take this." Liam said, handing me a paper.

He left, and I read the paper. It read a phone number. Most importantly...his phone number. I kept looking at it, and looking at Liam leaving the building.

But hey, who said I ever liked One Direction? Or, Liam Payne in general?

•LIAM•

I walked out of that building, and hopped into the limo that was waiting outside for me. Alfred, the driver, looked over at me, and laughed.

"What's got you so happy today, Liam?" he said, driving the Limo. "Nothing. I just met a girl. That's all." I said. I looked over to the building, and giggled to the ground. Like Chelsea did, except she smiled, not laughed like an idiot.

"Oh, really?" Alfred asked. "I thought you were kicking it wi-" I shushed him, laughing at his remarks. "Drive me to the usual, Alfred."

"Alrighty!"

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