Corrupt
Paps
*Kendall's POV*
We manage to get into the restaurant undetected. The host leads us to a secluded table, that's also near a window so people can see but not hear us.
"So it's kind of interesting." I begin.
"What is?"
"The fact that you guys lost the X-Factor but managed to be one of the most successful bands in the world."
"That's kind of old news you know?" He gives me a look as we settle.
"Well, this sounds stupid, but I had never been interested in you guys before." I shrug. "So I kind of did some research."
"You've never heard of us before this?"
I snicker. "I don't live under a rock, of course I've heard of you. But I had never been interested before in the details."
He gives me a cocky smirk. "So I got you interested huh?" I roll my eyes, but smile. "What about me interested you?”
Something about Liam is bringing out my bad side. So I lean in close and tell him, “The fact that I’ll definitely get paid if I’m more authentic.”
He rolls his eyes. “There are other ways to get money you know.”
“I do. But I decided to do this.” We have an uncomfortable pause. “So what’s with the fear of spoons?”
We talk throughout dinner about his life/career and it’s actually kind of cool. He’s funny, when he’s not swearing. The next thing I know, I’m getting blinded by flashing lights.
“What’s going on?”
“The paps.” He answers. “Ever since… Something, they’ve been trying to make something out of nothing when it comes to me and girls. And now it’s something.”
“I’m a bit lost.” I say as I cover my eyes.
“I haven’t had a girlfriend in a bit and they’re finally excited for something true to report on.”
“How do you deal with this kind of attention?”
“You do your best really, but it’s difficult.”
“I bet.”
“Wanna go get ice cream?”
“Is that part of the plan, Liam?”
“It could be. I’m sure Modest! won’t mind.”
“Okay. I could go for ice cream.” Liam gestures to the waiter that he wants the check.
“Customary first official date, I pay.” He winks at me and I can’t help but blush. I’m a sucker for a flatterer.
When we walk out of the restaurant, we’re instantly mobbed by paparazzi. Totally frightened, I grasp at Liam’s hand. He holds on too and gently moves his way through the crowd to the valet.
“Liam! Is this just a rebound?”
“Who’s the chick?” “Who is she? Are you friends with benefits?” “Are you two sleeping together?” “What happened to Danielle?”
“Just please get our car.” Liam says to the valet. The poor kid just nods and rushes off.
“Is she a prostitute!?” One of them yells, causing me to gasp.
“No!” I yell, but they just get closer. Liam pulls me close and whispers, “Don’t talk to them, it just goads them. It’s like adding dry leaves to fire.” I don’t say anything else until we get in the car and drive to the ice cream shop.
“You okay there, sweetheart?”
“That was terrifying.”
“Are you okay? Did any of them hurt you?”
“That prostitute thing stung, but physically I’m fine.”
“That’s good.” He turns into an ice cream shop parking lot. “Ready for some ice cream?”
We manage to get into the restaurant undetected. The host leads us to a secluded table, that's also near a window so people can see but not hear us.
"So it's kind of interesting." I begin.
"What is?"
"The fact that you guys lost the X-Factor but managed to be one of the most successful bands in the world."
"That's kind of old news you know?" He gives me a look as we settle.
"Well, this sounds stupid, but I had never been interested in you guys before." I shrug. "So I kind of did some research."
"You've never heard of us before this?"
I snicker. "I don't live under a rock, of course I've heard of you. But I had never been interested before in the details."
He gives me a cocky smirk. "So I got you interested huh?" I roll my eyes, but smile. "What about me interested you?”
Something about Liam is bringing out my bad side. So I lean in close and tell him, “The fact that I’ll definitely get paid if I’m more authentic.”
He rolls his eyes. “There are other ways to get money you know.”
“I do. But I decided to do this.” We have an uncomfortable pause. “So what’s with the fear of spoons?”
We talk throughout dinner about his life/career and it’s actually kind of cool. He’s funny, when he’s not swearing. The next thing I know, I’m getting blinded by flashing lights.
“What’s going on?”
“The paps.” He answers. “Ever since… Something, they’ve been trying to make something out of nothing when it comes to me and girls. And now it’s something.”
“I’m a bit lost.” I say as I cover my eyes.
“I haven’t had a girlfriend in a bit and they’re finally excited for something true to report on.”
“How do you deal with this kind of attention?”
“You do your best really, but it’s difficult.”
“I bet.”
“Wanna go get ice cream?”
“Is that part of the plan, Liam?”
“It could be. I’m sure Modest! won’t mind.”
“Okay. I could go for ice cream.” Liam gestures to the waiter that he wants the check.
“Customary first official date, I pay.” He winks at me and I can’t help but blush. I’m a sucker for a flatterer.
When we walk out of the restaurant, we’re instantly mobbed by paparazzi. Totally frightened, I grasp at Liam’s hand. He holds on too and gently moves his way through the crowd to the valet.
“Liam! Is this just a rebound?”
“Who’s the chick?” “Who is she? Are you friends with benefits?” “Are you two sleeping together?” “What happened to Danielle?”
“Just please get our car.” Liam says to the valet. The poor kid just nods and rushes off.
“Is she a prostitute!?” One of them yells, causing me to gasp.
“No!” I yell, but they just get closer. Liam pulls me close and whispers, “Don’t talk to them, it just goads them. It’s like adding dry leaves to fire.” I don’t say anything else until we get in the car and drive to the ice cream shop.
“You okay there, sweetheart?”
“That was terrifying.”
“Are you okay? Did any of them hurt you?”
“That prostitute thing stung, but physically I’m fine.”
“That’s good.” He turns into an ice cream shop parking lot. “Ready for some ice cream?”
You're welcome! Can't wait for the new story! :)
8/6/13