Alexandria's Superman

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(Liam's POV)

It was 1am at Dooley's Bar when a certain curly-haired blonde girl walked in, looking distraught. A curly-haired blonde girl that was definitely worth too much to be on this side of town alone.

In the least creepy way possible, I watched her order shots from one of my coworkers, Wes.

What the hell is Alexandria Dickson doing on the wrong side of town alone at one in the morning?

Taylor sat down across from me and handed me a Pepsi while he drank his water. Our shift ended at 12am, but neither of us had anything better to do than sit in here.

My boss pays me extra if I happen to break up fights while I'm off duty. So I figure why the hell not.

At the table next to ours, there were two thugs, who also seemed to take notice to Alexandria's entrance. They kept noticeably glancing at her and her expensive purse that sat on the counter next to her tray of shots.

I watched her take down her fifth shot.

"We'll move in after this next shot," the guy next to me muttered to his friend.

They have made it obvious they were actually planning something against her within the next few minutes.

And as much as I would love to get paid for keeping them from stealing from her purse or hurting her, I didn't want to risk anything going wrong.

I stood up and sat down next to her, being sure to pull the tray away from her to impede her from drinking the remaining shot. I motioned for Wes to take it away.

"What the hell?" She slurred. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you home before you cause problems for yourself that you don't want to be involved in." Alexandria's eyes narrowed at me as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Who would've thought a 23 year old famous fashion designer would be the equivalent to my niece when she was 5 years old?

I took Alexandria's hand and helped her out her chair. Her eyes were beginning to droop to go along with proving her drowsiness after consuming 5 shots rather quickly.

I was at the exit with Alexandria's arm around my shoulders so she wouldn't collapse to the ground.

"You sure you're good, Liam?" Taylor asked me. I shot him a thumbs up and pushed the door open.

"Are you going to kill me? Oh my God, I'm going to die. Please, don't kill me. I have too much to live for." She begged me as I helped her sit down in my car.

"What's your address?" I ignored her interrogation about me killing her.

I started up the car and waited for her to speak her address.

"You're going to kill me in my own house?" She looked completely horrified. It took everything in me to not crack a smile at her subconscious goofiness. "Oh my God."

"Your address, please." I reminded her.

Alexandria let out an overly dramatic sigh. "At least I will die in the comfort of my own home." Finally, she said her damn address.

"Of course that's where you live..." I muttered.

Of course the famous and young fashion designer from Chicago would live in the richest part of town.

Given the fact we were on what is commonly referred to as "the wrong side of town," we were about a half hour away from where Alexandria lives.

The car ride was quiet since it was nearly 2am and Alexandria was trying to force herself to not fall asleep.