Kian Lawley Imagines & more

Kian Lawley > Maxine

Request for name in an imagine: MaxineGarcia9
Extremely late, sorry :(
S/N  - Sisters Name

The Fans Older Sister

Kian's POV
I stood there in the quiet buzz of the private car park, leaning against the hood of Jc's car whilst I waited for him to get out the restroom. Meanwhile I stared down at the two phones I was holding; one of them being mine.

"What's with the spare phone?" Jc said from the other side of the car, already opening the drivers side and climbing in.
"Some fan left it, she has her address on the lock screen so I'm going to hand it to her" I slipped the fans phone in my back pocket as the directions to her house loaded on my phone.

"Need a ride?" I shook my head and got off the car,
"Its a few minutes away, might as well walk"
"Okay, call me when you need a ride, I'm going to start filming a video" I turned to him, looking down into the window and rose my eyebrow in disbelief at his statement.

"Do you even remember how to hit record?" The fairly quiet area was now filled with Jc's sarcastic laughter before the engine kicked in and he drove off, leaving me to hunt down the owner of this phone.

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I rung the doorbell, repeatedly looking down at my phone and at the door again to double check if I had the right address. In the corner of my eye I saw a short figure appear in the upstairs window but as quick as it appeared it disappeared, the curtains swaying back into position as I heard faint thudding noises of footsteps race down the steps and unlock the door. The key and lock rattling form behind the door.

Immediately I was wrapped into a tight, deathly hug, my ears filling with a high pitch scream.
"Oh my God Kian, you came! You're actually in my house!" the kid squealed, finally letting go after a few minutes to clasp on my hand and drag me inside her home. Leaving the door open.

"Here's your phone sweetheart" I smiled awkwardly, taking it out my hand she squeezed it close to her face, "my phones been in Kian Lawley's back pocket" she mumbled excitedly to herself. Shoving my hands in my pockets I smiled politely, not really knowing what to do in this situation.

The little girls eyes lit up as she looked up at me, excitement in her eyes as she spoke hastily, not leaving room for her to breathe "Oh my God Kian I love you so much! Do you wanna see my art I drew of us or the fanfic I wrote about you. Totally your choice, I don't mind which you wanna see first" it took me a good few minutes to process and understand what she just said.

"S/N why is the door wide open!?" Another, more mature voice spoke out, "who the hell are you, S/N get away from him now!" An older girl - around my age - jogged in, her eyes wide with anger and confusion as she paced forward to grab her little sister but instead S/N backed away from her reach and nestles into me.

"But Maxie, this is the Kian Lawley and I love him" her voice dramatically wobbled which made the older sisters eyes roll. I chuckled which made her stare at me, a glare fixated in her expression.
"I just came here to give your little sister her phone back, she left it at the venue a few hours ago" her facial expression softened but her hand still levitated in the air, reaching out or her sister.

"S/N did you seriously go to that thing when mom said no! God dammit I'm in so much shit" she whispered the last part to herself as her little sister took this opportunity to scamper up the stairs probably to collect the things she wants to show me.

"Look, I didn't mean to come inside, your sister kind of gave me no choice" she smiled to herself. The smile making her natural beauty even more desirable.

"No its okay. Actually, it was incredibly nice of you to come and giver her her phone back. But its the fact she opened the door or a stranger and all that safeguarding stuff" she sighed and stepped closer to me. 

"Well we don't necessarily have to be strangers, I'm Kian. Kian Lawley"
"Oh I know, I've seen my sisters room and your face and name is literally everywhere" I chuckled, making a splash of color splash on her already red cheeks.

"I did not mean to say that out loud. I'm Maxine. Maxine Garcia but call me Max, I don't really mind"

She held out her hand for me to shake and I gladly took it, a warm feeling panged through me at her touch and the loss of it made me whine internally.
"Since your here, do you want anything? Food. Soda?" she summoned me into the kitchen,  pulling out two cans of soda and sliding it across the black counter and into my hand. I thanked her and concentrated on what she was wearing.

"Beacon High Baseball" I read her maroon tank top.
"My old highschool, I went out with the ex team and caught up, my friend found this in the back of her closet and gave it to me. Which is why I wasn't here which probably was a bad idea now I'm thinking about it" putting down the can she pulled the tank top over her head, my eyes quickly raking up and down her body as she  tossed the cloth onto the counter, leaving her in jeans and another tank top with thinner straps.

Her hair cascaded past her shoulder and I couldn't help but stare, making a smirk curl onto her beautiful lips.

"So, will I be seeing you again after this encounter?" she asked smoothly,
"Definitely. Just, don't tell your sister" she laughed. Shaking her head, looking down at her converse then looking back up at me. Another warm tingling feeling passing through my veins. I definitely need to see her again.