Try Me. ( Liam Payne)

Try Me. ( Liam Payne)

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" You don't think I can kick your arse from here To mars?" I snarled at the boy in the rink who stood in front of me. "No. I don't think you can. Baby" He smirked " They say you bring the Payne, time to feel mine just try me." I swung my fist Astrid Sanchez, is one of the most famous kick boxers in the female and male league. Professionally and street fighting. Heart of ice fists of steel is her motto. Along with trust no one. Liam Payne is a world famous singer. Not even his fans know his secret he is an underground fighter. If the days been to rough, too many snide comments, or just when he feels like it he fights. When the two collide in a match will two find out what it's like to find happiness?
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...

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