Don't Ask // l.payne

The Little ASDFGHJKL

Liam drove me to my fashion show at four in the morning, Klohe not wanting to leave his side so she came with us-Asleep in the back.

I sleepily stared out my new car window and yawned. Our flight to Florida didn't leave until eight and the concert was at midnight-but even that didn't wake me up.

Liam's hand rubbed my knee but I didn't pay attention.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I jerked alive, "What? Oh. Nothing, Tired. And it's my first cat walk show in over a year."

"Ooooh, you'll be fine. You have the walk down." he smirked.

I hit his arm, "Shut up. That's my normal walk."

"That's a lot of hip for a normal walk." he scrutinized.

I sighed, "Normal.Walk. Only you would watch that."

He nodded, "I'll take that as a compliment."

I dropped the mirror down and used more makeup to cover the metal connecting bandage.

"When does that come off?" he asked.

"I get to take it off at seven." I mumbled, laying my head on the dash and closing my eyes.

He drove in silence until we got back to London.

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Connor was the model assistant again, which bothered me.

My glasses stayed with Liam and more makeup was over my temple.

I was dressed in a purple ombre dress, leather jacket and ankle boots. My hair was being done as a bow atop my head as other models ran around, some in their underwear and others fully dressed.

Connor's job was to hand water out to us before we went out onstage, but even that seemed to be difficult for him.

I took a swig of my water and paraded out and onto the long stage.

Cameras flashed, people took notes, Klohe whooped and Liam smiled.

I kept a straight face until I got back. I chugged my water again and changed itno a full leather dress and sky-high boots that went to my thighs.

Kana wasn't there since she was still sick so another dresser did my hair in a tight bun then created a black smokey eye around my eyelid.

"Thanks," I whispered, drank another bottle of water and repeated the process.

By my third-to-last outfit, I was waiting for another model to come back when I got slightly dizzy.

I told the dresser and she left to get me more water, but Connor was the one who came back, "Drink more water-"

"Say it and I get you fired." I smirked then drank the entire bottle again, but it didn't help.

He smirked and walked away.

On the catwalk, I stumbled and slid, getting gasps from the crowd. I fixed my posture and nodded slightly to Liam. But it happened again, then my vision went blurry.

I somehow made it back and into another change, out onto the walk and walked most of the way down before tearing up.

"Crud," I muttered through my teeth, wiping them away.

Liam set Klohe down, his blurred figure stood up-He knew something was wrong.

Through my gritted teeth, I mouthed for him to stop.

He sat down as I went back.

I changed and waited for another model to come back.

"Why, Jazzmyn, you're so flushed. Oh, now you're white. You look sick." Connor fake sympathized.

"Har har." I mocked, chugged water and walked out again.

My head hurt like heck, my hands went numb, my vision went spotted and my feet stumbled even more.

One foot slid under me and I fell. I groaned, closing my eyes and eventually feeling the urge to throw up, but held it in.

"She needs help." Liam yelled, handing a scared Klohe to another woman.

He ran to me, setting a hand on my forehead, "Jazzy, what's wrong?"

All I could do was mumble random words, my mind wouldn't work with my mouth.

Doctors rushed over, the exact moment I threw up. I cried. Models left the stage and people left the building. I knew something was wrong, and it didn't have anything to do with me.

"Honey, I need you to tell me what happened before you came out the first time." an EMT demanded, his voice quiet but stern.

"I-I-I got rudee an' drank w'er." I slurred.

"Did you drink that water a lot?" he asked, checking my temperature and blood pressure.

All I could do was nod.

"Who gave you this water?"

"This guy." Liam's figure held Connor's hands behind his back, Connor smirked but didn't move.

"Someone needs to call 999, this girl has been drugged!!"

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After many, many, many times of throwing up, I had managed to get the drug out of my stomach for the most part.

Liam, to much anger on her end, brought Klohe back home to my mum while we stayed at the hospital.

My raspy voice spoke up, "Where is he?"

He took my hand, "Connor's in prison, love. Don't worry about it."

I shivered, moving my IV covered hand onto my stomach, groaning.

His hand slid over my forehead, "Do you need anything?"

"No. When can I leave?" I whispered.

"Anytime you feel okay enough." he replied.

My eyes closed and I yawned, "I think I can now."

"Are you sure-"

"What time is it?" I asked.

"We don't need to-"

"Answer me, boy."

He chuckled, "Right now, it's seven-thirty."

"I'll get dressed, then I'll be ready." I nodded.

He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering as he inhaled, "I'll be right outside."

When he left, I changed into the clothes I was in before my modeling gig.

The thought made me groan.

Why did Connor want me dead?

What was wrong with him?

The punctured heart.

He wanted me dead.

Stupid boy ruined my gig.

My clothes were grey shorts, black Toms and a teal North Face jacket. My hair was in a ponytail by time I was outside with Liam.

My suitcases were already packed and in my car, so were Liam's, so we left for the airport.

Neither one of us spoke the entire time. Since that morning, the air held a tense feeling.

I felt the need to hug something, you know? Like Lexis, yeah, I wanted to hug him. But he was at Evaliano's house.

The plane ride was equally as quiet for everyone-all seven of us.