Music Class (Punk AU/Liam Payne)

The Two Days are Over

A/N: Yay! People actually read my chapter, that means some of you are still around. I know this will irritate some of you but can I have some feedback? No one is commenting and it makes me sad :( I don't care much for the update soon, and the 'it really good' comments. Give me feedback, even if you hate my story tell me why...I love reading comments...if I had any.

On a happier note here is the next chapter. Just a warning enjoy the happiness while it lasts.

Love Me xx Lulu Payne~

The Two Days are Over

Mindy's P.O.V

I tugged on his hair gently pulling him even closer to me as we kissed. I was still sitting on the piano bench and he was now bending down greatly so that he could me more deeply. He let his hands trail down my body and then he gripped my waist and pulled me up so that I was now standing on my toes. We didn't move as we continued to kiss I stepped up on his shoes so that I could reach him better and I felt him smile against my lips as I did this. He removed his mouth from mine and the only sound was our heavy breathing. I couldn't believe what just happened, did I seriously just kiss Liam Payne? I was looking into the eyes that once scared me, but now I felt warmth seep through me as he stared into mine.

"I've been waiting to do that for so long." He mumbled against my neck as he hugged me tighter and held me against him.

I pulled him back and looked at him confused. "Wait, since when did you want to kiss me?" I asked curiously as I stepped down from his shoes and let my hands rest by my sides.

"I don't know, I just know that when I finally did I felt like I finally got something I have been waiting for, for a very long time." He says softly lifting up his tattooed hand and playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

He was acting so differently. He was acting like he was nervous and he kept stealing glances at me, it made me nervous. Every time our eyes would meet I would feel blood rush to my cheeks. Liam Payne wasn't supposed to make me feel like this, he wasn't the nice guy, at least that's what I used to think.

"Do you want to practice some more, or should we just be done for the day and go home?" Liam asked as I sat down on the armchair in front of the window.

"Let's just go home. After our little make-out session I don't think I can use my brain." I muttered not thinking he could hear me. But then I heard him chuckle and I knew he heard and I buried my face in my hands groaning in embarrassment.

"Was my kissing really that good Mindy?" I felt his hot breath engulf my neck as he came up from behind me and leaned down, his lip ring brushing lightly against my shoulder.

I shivered from the coolness but I didn't move away from him, I couldn't. His nose began trailing up my neck until his lips reached my ear and he hummed waiting for me to respond to his question. I stopped breathing and turned my face slowly to the side and looked at him our lips less then a centimeter apart. His eyes were laughing at me, he looked cocky as if he knew that he was good. Something in the bottom of my stomach made my lips curl mischievously and I looked away and got up from the armchair and grabbed my bag, before I walked out the door I looked behind my shoulder and gave the confused boy a smile.

"I've had better." Then I begin running down the street.

Liam's P.O.V

Did she just? I look out the window and see her running down the street, I chuckle as I see her hair flying back and a look of exhilaration coated her face. I quickly got up from my dazed position locked Mrs. O'Neil's front door and began running after her. She laughed loudly when she noticed I was chasing after her. She was so fucking fast though and I was surprised that I hadn't even caught up to her. Right as she stepped up on her doorstep I pushed my legs harder and then caught her by the waist, twirled her around to face me, and pushed her against the front door of her house. I put my hands on either side of her face and locked my eyes with hers not saying a word as I waited to catch my breath. Her breathing slowed and she brought a finger up to my chest, tracing my visible tattoos. My breathing hitched at just her touch, she had me under a spell, and I didn't even think it was possible to break.