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I'm intrigued by you.
You seem like a really sincere person and I just want to get to
know you more. I mean, it's the least I can do considering you'll
be at all of my shows.”
     
    Rose stood there for a minute, silent,
contemplating what had just happened and trying to figure out what
she should do.
     
    “Ummm... Ok? I guess? Yeah. Sure. Coffee.
Let's go. Just... bring security with you this time, please.”
     
    Liam smirked and grabbed Rose's hand,
alerting security that they were ready to go.
     
    He was taking Rose, a fan, on a date.
     
    Wow. What in the world was he thinking?
     

Chapter 4
     
    Rose and Liam set off after about thirty
minutes of waiting inside the venue, allowing the crowd to clear a
little bit before they ventured outdoors again. And this time, Liam
made sure that a security guard went outdoors first, so that he
wouldn't get attacked by a mob of fans.
     
    They found a coffee shop a few blocks away
and decided to drink outside, walking around a park that was
nearby. Neither had ever been to St. Louis before, so they wanted
to take in the new and exciting sights.
     
    The streets were basically empty since it was
now around midnight, so Liam told his security guard that he could
take the rest of the night off and get some rest. Liam figured they
would be safe enough from fans now that they had wandered a few
blocks from the arena.
     
    As they began walking down the street, coffee
in hand, Liam asked Rose to tell him a little bit about herself,
but Rose brushed it off, saying,
     
    “There's nothing really worth telling. I
mean, I'm just a plain old college student making her way through
life in hopes of one day becoming a singer. Or a fashion designer.
Or maybe both.”
     
    Regardless, Liam was impressed. Rose had
goals in her life, and Liam found that respectable.
     
    “Why don't you tell me about
yourself?” Rose asked Liam.
     
    “Haven't you read all the tabloids? I'd
expect that a fan such as yourself, willing to follow me around the
country, would already know everything worth knowing,” Liam joked,
surprised that Rose cared to get to know him at all.
     
    “I actually don't read tabloids. I stick to
Vogue, mostly. I'm more into fashion than gossip. I mean, I know
that you write your own songs. And you seem to have a thing for bow
ties. But aside from that, I don't really know anything about you.
I mean, the real you. I just have a deep appreciation for
your voice. You are extremely talented.”
     
    Okay, and now Liam was definitely in shock. A
fan who was willing to follow him around the country, all for his
voice.
     
    “Okay. So I have one last question for you.
Do you have a poster of me in your room?” Liam jokingly asked,
teasing Rose.
     
    Rose blushed.
     
    “No. I don't, actually. Not that you're not
lovely... because... err... umm... you are. Uh... yeah. But no.
Sorry.”
     
    Liam was blushing now too.
     
    “Thanks? I guess. I mean, you're lovely
too... I mean... uhhh... Yeah. Sorry if that was awkward of me to
ask. I just wanted to know how crazed of a fan you really are,”
Liam continued teasing.
     
    “Crazed?” Rose laughed. “I don't know if I'd
call myself crazed. Excited, yeah. But I try not to freak out too
much. I mean, I sing too, although not really in front of people,
but I still get it. You're a singer. It's what you do. Just because
you're famous for it shouldn't make you any different from me. I
mean, I'm not assuming we're anything alike. Then again, who knows.
But yeah... I don't see why people always have to scream and freak
out.”
     
    Rose now officially felt awkward. She didn't
know why she kept rambling on and on like that, but Liam seemed
un-phased by it all, which was reassuring.
     
    “So you weren't excited when you met me?”
Liam teased.
     
    “Oh, I was definitely excited. And nervous.
You're so talented! I mean, I thought I had an incredible
voice, but, wow. Just wow.”
     
    “So do you study singing or is that just
something