"Just Let Me"〔One Direction〕x 〔M!Reader〕

『16』Periwinkle Blue Eyes

Once choreography practice was over, all of you were sweating everywhere. You, the boys and also the Choreographer gave eachother a small round of applause for your hard work, then a nearby janitor gave you a small towel to dry off your wet forehead, your clothes are also getting tight around you due to your sweat, this was the moment when you're just aching to take a warm and relaxing shower back at home in this lovely night. Your pupils landed on the door of the closet room, thinking to yourself that maybe you could borrow a shirt for a few days and returning it back later on.

But of course whenever that happens you don't really return it, you'll either lose it within the many piles of your outfits and they are to never be seen again or just forget that you even borrowed a piece of clothing. But you figured that Management wouldn't care, would they? Anyways you walked over towards the closet room, inside there were around ten clothes hanger racks with different varieties of clothing. You quickly took a black T shirt from a clothes hanger and took off the current shirt you were wearing, along with taking off Harry's coat that you borrowed and just simply wrapping the sleeves around your waist. You then hear the faint sound of the door behind you click open, immediately you sigh at yourself for forgetting to lock it earlier.

"Oh, hey (Y/N). Sorry that I walked in suddenly" The voice standing by the door apologized, you turn your head to see Liam looking down at the floor with a shy manner, his cheeks slightly crimson.

"No worries lad, just come on in. Are you planning on stealing a shirt too?" You joked with a smile, Liam chuckled nervously and stepped inside the room while closing and locking the door behind him. He knew what you meant by 'stealing' a shirt, he must admit he does that often too.

"Heh, well yes I am. These clothes are starting to not smell good either" Liam commented as he points to his black T shirt, he walked pass you while looking at the clothes hangers very carefully. He tried his hardest to keep his stare to himself but it was difficult knowing you're standing near him without anything to cover your chest. You noticed Liam's shirt looked very soaked with sweat that it made the shirt tight and shape out Liam's abs, you couldn't stop staring at them with a big blush slowly growing bigger and redder around your cheeks.

"Anyways, we're still planning on going to that club right? Will you be drunk with us this time?" Asked Liam while he takes off a white T shirt from a clothes hanger, refusing to look at you afraid he might show his nervousness out in the open. You stammered a bit before finally looking away from Liam's figure, trying your best to form clear words out of your mouth.

"Yeah, of course Payno. Well actually, I'm still not sure about that last part, I have this thing with Paul and Simon later tonight and I think they need me for something" You explained, that other feeling of anxiety came back to bring you deep in your negative thoughts. Instantly Liam joined in on the anxious feeling. He began to look concerned as he finally had the nerve to look up at you.

"Really? What do they want?" He asked again, more curious than ever while taking another step closer towards your direction, before you finally put on the clean and fresh shirt that you've been holding in your hands. You sigh without a proper answer to Liam's question, you yourself don't even know the answer and pretty sure you don't even want to know.

"Don't know, that's the scary part. I guess tonight's the night I get fired" You half joked with a sarcastic and breathy chukle, Liam's small frown quickly morphed into a pout, not liking that joke of yours for obvious reasons. On the outside and in Liam's eyes you might seem like you're very caalm about this, just turning this serious thing that can make you end up kicked out of the band but really you were nervous wreck. Liam really badly wanted to tell you how it was untrue, he held firmly onto both of your shoulders, like in some sort of protective way, forcing you to face him straight in his warm brown orbs that stares down on you, it was so hypnotizing to look at that it made your eyelids flutter.