Take A Trip Down Ramsey Street (Liam Payne)

Take A Trip Down Ramsey Street (Liam Payne)

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Liam and Danielle are happy together. Everyone knows it and everyone is itching for them to settle down and get married. But then, Skylar Ramsey, dark, upbeat, an old friend, enters the picture. Danielle, wildly jealous, demands to know why and what she's doing. Harry, in an effort to save Liam's relationship, explains that he and Skylar.. are dating. Liam begins to doubt his love for Danielle. Harry develops feelings for Skylar and Skylar is confused. Who will Skylar choose? Will she choose Liam, her secret love for the past 9 years or Harry, the sweet, kind boy who loved her. Take a wild trip down Ramsey Street to find out. Music was pumping loudly, lights flashing around everywhere in the dark club. Liam Payne took a sip from his coke, not drinking as usual. “Still don’t drink Payne?” He whipped around. That voice… He hadn’t heard that voice in over 3 years. He turned around and saw her. Skylar Ramsey.” Liam said as she came closer. “You haven’t changed a bit.” Skylar gave a laugh and took a sip from her glass. “Liam Payne.” She grinned. “Still afraid of spoons?” Liam rolled his eyes and poked his tongue out at her smirking expression. “Still afraid of mirrors?” Her smirk turned into a scowl. “Shut up Payne. And yes actually.” Liam laughed. Read to find out more..
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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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