holy grail / liam payne

ii.

two

"Where to?" Mel asked as she pulled away from the work building.

"The studio."

Mel only nodded, turning the few corners to get to the studio and Meah only gave a quick 'bye' followed by a thanks before getting out and rushing into the studio. She was quick to change into a pair of leggings and a fitted tank top along with her dance shoes. Tying her hair up, she cut on the music and made her way to center floor. She started immediately, going over the dance moves that she had learned from class and the others she had done off the top of her head.

Dancing was always something Meah did to clear her head and considering how her week has been, she's needed it desperately. She wasn't sure of it was the quietness (besides the music of course) of being alone or if it was just how the only thing she could think about was which move to do next instead of how many more days until her broken down car would be fixed.

"You seem a lot steadier on your feet than you did the other night." a voice said from behind her.

She ceased her movement and quickly turned around, startled by the presence of someone else - something she never had when she was at the studio after classes. A man stood, leaned against the frame of the entrance with his arms crossed and the door being held open by his figure. Meah noticed the four arrow tattoos on his arm and recognized him as the man from the gym the night her car got sent to the shop at the beginning of this week.

"What are you doing here?" she said pursing her lips and placing her hand on her hips. No one was ever there while she practiced besides a few janitors but they never came in while she was dancing. She walked over and shut off her music.

"Hello to you too." he chuckled, stepping in and letting the door shut fully behind him with a loud click that echoed throughout the room.

He wore a white t-shirt with light, baggy blue jeans and brown boots that clunked against the wooden floor with every step. Meah also noticed the white rag that hung out of one of the back pocket of his lightly-sagged jeans that swayed as he walked inside. She predicted he had gotten a hair cut since the last time she saw him because she noticed the sides of his head were shaved down a bit shorter.

"If you really want to know, I'm here to train with my new coach and I heard music so I dropped in and noticed it was you."

"Okay." was all Meah could say and she felt a little bad that she probably came off as rude but she couldn't take her words back now.

"You seem less clumsy," he stated.

"You seem less shirtless." The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them and she felt the heat rise to her neck in embarrassment as he laughed. Although, she did enjoy it.

"You're really good," he said, his expression turning more serious, "at dancing I mean."

"Thanks," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Liam." he said, stepping forward and extending his hand.

"Meah," she said, not returning the gesture and he lowered his hand with a small smile.

"So what kind of dance do you do?" he asked, ignoring her fronting.

"R&B, Hip Hop." Meah stated.

He nodded and stood, staring at her and he took the time to notice her attire, the tight bottoms and the tank that was slipping down. Meah took notice and tugged her top up, crossing her arms back over her chest.

"Aren't you keeping your new coach waiting?" she asked.

"Maybe," he said, his eyes flickering up from her chest and back to her eyes with a sly grin playing on his pink lips.

Meah didn't want to get rid of him because he was annoying her or anything, it was just that he seemed to un-effortlessly always look attractive and meanwhile she was kind of underdressed with her falling sock bun and was possibly beginning to sweat. Meah had never hated sweat and sock buns so bad at the moment. Suddenly, she wished that she should've chose dreadfully boring classical music as her genre. It's more graceful and she would look less sweaty and disheveled right now.

She could only watch him as he challengingly crossed his arms and leaned against the wall just as he previously did to the door frame with an impish smirk. She took in a breath, opening her mouth to say something but she only ended up closing it back, a smile of her own pushing it way onto her expression which she tried to fight. She uncrossed her arms, realizing they had partially the same stance and stepped to the radio, cutting it back on. Acting as if he weren't there, she fixed her bun and tucked in a part of her tank top that had came out of the waistband of her leggings.

Liam watched her through the reflection of the mirror as she began doing shallow movements, matching the music. He caught on to the fact that she was blocking him out, the more she got into the music and he quietly left the room, going unnoticed by Meah.

When the song ended, Meah looked over to see Liam gone and she wondered when he had left. She swore she would've heard the door close but when she looked over at the door, he had placed a door stopper by the doorframe, leaving the door propped open a crack. She heaved a sigh and stopped the radio, taking her mix CD out and placed it in it's case before grabbing her bag and stepping out with a kick to the doorstop. She heard the studio door shut behind her as she walked down the hallway toward the exit. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face and she exited the building, wondering when she would run into Liam again.

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