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Above The Trees

chapter six

The fight with Liam yesterday was not my proudest moment. I realize now that I should have stayed with him and let him explain—but I am not about to make the first move and apologize for something he did. I guess I am just really sensitive when it comes to that kind of thing. Going through high school as a virgin was not easy—especially with the sense of style I have. Everyone looks at me and assumes I am a whore.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door of my hotel room. I walk briskly over to the other side of the room, peering through the peep hole. “What do you want?” I ask when I pull the door open to find Liam standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

Liam looks down to find I am still in my pajamas. “Get dressed,” he commands. “We’ve got somewhere to be.”

“What in the hell makes you think I’m going anywhere with you?” It is all an act. Seeing him with those flowers and those beautiful brown puppy-dog eyes just made me want to jump in his arms and stay there.

“I understand you’re still mad at me but… I have a surprise!” He plasters a large grin on his beautiful face.

“What kind of surprise?” My voice is skeptical and intrigued.

“Just get dressed and I’ll show you!” His eyes are bright with excitement.

I look down at the ground… then at the ceiling, pondering his proposition. I bite my lip and make eye contact with him. “Alright, give me about 30 minutes—“


“—And Liam, this better be good!”

I close the door and let out a huge sigh—both of frustration and relief. I run my fingers through my messy curls and then proceed to get ready. I have no idea what we are doing so I am clueless when it comes to picking out an outfit. I wish that stupid dumbass that I love so much would have at least given me a hint…

“Let me get this straight…” I say, clearly annoyed, as we pull up to a hotel on the other side of downtown. “You picked up from my hotel and brought me to another one?”

“Would you stop being so cynical? Just trust me on this—you’ll be very happy.” He gets out of the car and comes around my side and helps me out. “Follow me!”

I do what he says and he leads me into the hotel. Liam whispers something into the ear of the man at the front desk. The man nods and shows up to a room deep within the hotel. Liam freezes in front of the door, looking at me.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“For what?!” I have really had it with… Oh my God! My heart starts pumping and my blood runs cold—I feel as if I am going to pass out. Liam takes my hand, sensing my distress. Before me is Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails and Rob Sheridan, Nine Inch Nails’ art director. Trent and Rob stand up from the couch and walk over to meet me. There are a few more seconds of silence that pass by.

“Say something, Ellie,” Liam murmurs in my ear.

Suddenly, I am snapped out of my anxiety-induced trance. “Hello, I’m Ellie,” I say quickly, holding my hand out.

“Hi, Ellie, I’m Trent,” Trent Fucking Reznor says, taking my hand and shaking it.

“And I’m Rob,” Mr. Sheridan says.

“Yeah, I know,” I reply nervously as Trent tries to break our handshake. I take the hint and let go.

“Well, shall we sit over on the couches?” Liam suggests, trying to break the ice.

The four of us walk over—well, it was more like stumbling or being dragged by Liam for me. I sit next to Liam on the loveseat and Trent and Rob sit on the couch adjacent to us. There is a few moments of awkwardness but it is quickly broken by Rob.

“So, Ellie, looks like we have the same last name! Maybe we’re related!”

I can tell he is just trying to be nice. “I hope not,” I blurt out, folding my hands in my lap, trying to recover from what I just said. I mean, Rob is hot.

Liam freezes, jealousy flashing up on his face. He spits out a dry cough.

“It’s not every day I meet a fan of both myself and One Direction,” Trent pipes in. “Maybe elaborate on that?”

What? I meet Trent Reznor and he is asking me questions? “First of all, I would just like to say that it is such an honor to meet you. Now… on the subject of myself liking both Nine Inch Nails and One Direction…” I clear my throat. “I started listening to Nine Inch Nails when I was 11—I had struggled with depression basically my whole life. Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘A depressed 11-year-old?’ But trust me!”

“No, I trust you,” Trent assures me.

My feel my cheeks grow a rosy color—both because of what Trent said but also because Liam doesn’t know any of this. “It wasn’t until I was 14 that I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Listening to your music helped me deal with what I was going through—the identity of it. It was like you cracked open my skull and spilled the contents into lyrics.”

Liam places a hand over mine, squeezing it slightly. I glance at him to see that his face is riddled with worry and empathy.

“Then… I just recently became a ‘Directioner’ when I went to a meet and greet with my best friend, Millie, and I met the boys. They’re great guys.” I squeeze Liam’s hand back, looking to him.

Rob and Trent nod, looking at each other. Oh God! Did I really just make googly eyes at Liam in front of my idols?

“Well, he must be great if he arranged for you to meet us!” Rob says with a half-smile.
I crack a smile. “Yeah, I know someone who’s going to get laid tonight!” I slap Liam’s thigh and we all burst into uncomfortable laughter.

Liam drops me off at my hotel room. I turn to face Liam, pushing myself against him. “Thank you so much for today. That’s the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“No problem…” Liam says quietly, shaking his head. “I owed you for acting like such a douche yesterday.”

“You know…” I murmur in the dark of the doorway. “Millie is in Niall’s room tonight. You want to come inside?” I eye Liam seductively.

“Wait… you were serious earlier?” His eyes grow wide in the moonlight.

“Well… yeah!”

“But you’re… you’re a virgin… I mean, are you sure you want to… with me?”

I grab Liam by the shirt and bring him close, pressing my lips up against his. We kiss passionately—tongues playing back and forth. I take hold of his tongue with my mouth, sucking on it while my hand travels down his chest, to his crotch.

Liam closes the door behind him and we move toward the bed, peeling out shirts off. I reach the bed and I plop down on it. I unbutton Liam’s blue jeans—my lips immediately glued to below his navel. Liam’s head throws back as a soft, strained moan releases from him. I rub his bulge, making dirty talk. I yank his pants down and then move further onto the bed, sliding my skirt and leggings off.

“Come here, baby,” I whisper.

Liam climbs over me, kissing me, forehead to forehead. His fingertips graze over my abdomen, causing goose bumps to rise over my skin.

“Are you ready?” Liam asks huskily.

I look into his chocolate brown eyes. “Yes,” I breathe eagerly. I reach around me to unclasp my bra.

Liam tugs my panties down and then he pulls out his member. I can see why he is known as Mr. Ten Inch…

The most intense, enduring pain rattles through my core. Liam’s face is twisted with remorse. He puts his hand over my mouth muffle my cries. He tries to kiss me, a comforting gesture that really does not work very well.

“Do you want me to stop?” Liam asks frantically.

“No!” I practically shout. “Keep going, please.”


“And Liam!”


“Try to enjoy it… for me.”

Liam continues to thrust. I can see he is trying his best to be gentle—which I don’t blame him. He must have never taken a virgin before… or maybe it has just been a long time. I just grab fistfuls of the comforter while tears well in my eyes. I count to ten over and over in my head.

I notice how sexy Liam looks. His naked body pressed up against mine gives me the chills—in a good way. It is the most confused I have ever been; so much pain, but so much desire. Why can’t it feel good the first time, so you can share that beautiful moment with the one you care deeply for?

After what seems like ages, the pain almost ceases.


“Yeah?” I respond, barely audible.

“You can open your eyes now.”

“Okay.” I open them to find Liam in his boxer briefs, holding out his white shirt for me to put on. I take it.

Liam then climbs into bed and spoons next to me. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Hurting you.”

“Don’t be sorry, Liam. I can’t take your pity right now.”

There is a moment of silence. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” I sigh contently.

“How did you and Millie meet?”

I take a moment to think about my answer. How should I put this? I decide to just be blunt with it. “We met a Pine Rest Christian Mental Health Facility. It was my third out of four hospitlizations there.” There is silence. “Liam?”

He then pulls me ever closer, embracing me as tight as he can without hurting me.

“There’s also something else I need to tell you…”

“What is it?” Liam asks, wiping a tear away from his cheek.

“It’s only been six months since my last suicide attempt.”


So yeah, it's been a while. But this chapter is long so there you go! I actually tweeted Rob and Trent, telling them I was putting them in a 1D fic. Rob replied with, "I hope I hook up with one of the cute ones." So I considered this to be approved! :D Enjoy!

Ellie's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/kmjuc3a


I am in no way biased but update.

Omfg no. Lol. That would be hilarious.