I regret procrastinating doing my laundry for so long as I lug my large laundry bag out of the back seat of my car, the whole of it probably weighing forty pounds. I struggle as I hobble into the hole-in-the-wall laundromat with two weeks’ worth of dirty clothes, blowing a strand of hair out of my face that had escaped from my loose ponytail. I try to open the door with my foot, but fail. I turn around to open it with my backside, but the door opens behind me before I have the chance, sending me stumbling across the dirty white tiles. I catch myself before I fall, looking up to see a tall, muscular specimen wearing a smirk; the culprit who had opened the door without warning me.
“Sorry, you look like you needed help,” he apologizes, but there was nothing sincere about his words. I scowl at him.
“Right,” I roll my eyes and continue on my journey to a washing machine. I recognize him instantly; he’s notorious around the campus for his violent behavior. Liam Payne, dressed in all black and a backwards snapback, will not be messing with me; not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I refuse to be another girl on his list; I refuse to take part in his little games.
I ignore him as I choose the machine at the far end of the vicinity; the one farthest from him. I open the drawstring on my laundry bag and start tossing clothes into the washer. I don’t notice the presence behind me, reaching out his hand and catching a piece of clothing I had just attempted to throw into the machine. I whip my head around to see none other the Liam, holding up a red thong with an eyebrow raised and his head cocked to the side.
“Excuse me! Can I help you?” I ask harshly, my cheeks flushing as I snatch the garment away from him.
“Those are nice,” he comments nonchalantly. I look at him in disbelief, scoffing and turning around to toss them into the washing machine. “What else do you have in here?” He reaches his hand in and, before I can stop him, pulls out a bra. “I like this, as well.”
“Oh my god!” I jerk the bra away from him and toss that in. “Piss off!”
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” he mockingly pouts, leaning an arm on a dryer next to him.
“You don’t know me,” I grumble, ignoring him and continuing to put my load in the washer.
“We should change that,” he says cheerfully. I slam the door of the washer shut.
“Did you not hear me when I told you to piss off?” I ask him.
“No, no. I heard you loud and clear,” he answers.
“Good, then do it,” I smile sarcastically before moving to the next washing machine and filling that one with my hoard of clothes.
“Nah, I think I’m going to stick around for a while,” he tells me as if that’s the answer I wanted to hear.
“Don’t you have some clothes to attend to or something?” I ask him, becoming aware of my growing headache, its cause being Liam.
He shrugs, dismissing the question. “You’re not from around here,” he observes, saying it like he had just solved a big mystery.
“Really? How could you tell?” I ask flatly, continuing my business and not looking at him, both of us very aware of my American accent.
“I figured it out somewhere between your funny clothes and your snobby attitude,” he remarks. It takes everything in me not to turn around and slap the grin right off of his face.
“You’re about two seconds away from being smacked,” I couldn’t help myself as the words slipped right out of my lips. There’s a glint of shock and amusement in his big brown eyes.
“Do you know who I am?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.
“Unfortunately,” I reply, looking him in the face, my lips forming a straight line. He takes me by surprise as he grabs my hand and harshly pushes me up against the washing machine next to mine, holding my wrists above my head.
“Then I think we both know that would be a very stupid thing to do,” he growls in my ear. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hand travel up my side. A few moments of silence pass as he runs his hand up and down my waist; I’m too frightened to move. “Are you afraid of me? Since you know who I am.” I don’t answer his question; my quivering breath gives him the answer. He brings his hand up and runs his fingertips over my bottom lip. “Your lips are very soft.”
He leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head before he can. “Get off of me,” I try to say firmly, but my voice quakes as I speak the words.
He looks up at me, eyebrow raised again. “Are you really going to test me? Really?” He asks in disbelief.
“You won’t hurt me,” I tell him, teeth clenched.
“Are you sure?” He lowers his voice, tightening his grip on my wrists. He presses his body up against mine, provoking a hiss to escape from my lips. He leans in and runs his plump lips along my jawline.
“I’m sure,” I tell him firmly in his ear. He places one simple kiss on the spot just beneath my ear before releasing me and backing away. “What the hell was that? I should call the police,” I yell as I regain my composure. He just smirks and lightly laughs as my outburst.
“I’ll be seeing more of you, Jane,” he tells me as he begins to walk away from me. I look at him in confusion, wondering how he knew my name. He picks up my laundry bag, holding out the tag at the top which reads in bold black letters: JANE ENGLISH.
I didn’t know what he meant by “I’ll be seeing more of you” to be completely honest. But I was completely flustered as I washed and dried the remainder of my dirty clothes.
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[A/N: I know it's really short i'm sorry but this is only the introduction i hope you like it there will be more to come my little children
yeah idk how wattpad works really but onedirectionfanfiction wasn't working on my laptop tonight so idk please comment and tell me what you think???? i'll probably be uploading this to 1dff when it works again so swag thank u v much for reading i want to kiss u and i probably will adios amigos]
