Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

It's just a weekend trip but I've packed like I'm going for a month. Excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. Liam is booking everything so it will all be a surprise. Were both coming in at different times so he has told me where we are staying, The Ritz.
The flight isn't a long one and there was some turbulence but not enough to get me in a frazzled mess. I arrive and go to get my luggage and notice some girls getting pictures of me. One has obviously been nominated to approach me. She asks for a pic with me and asks if Liam is coming also. I just smile and let her take the picture with no comment. Do the paps live in airports just looking for someone to harass? Because they see me and start to follow me. I know its useless to try to out run them because I do not know this airport, they would ambush me for sure. Thankfully cabs are lined up outside and I jump in the first one I see, shut the door and give him my destination.
I will say one thing, it is cold here and windy. Its a different kind of cold than Nashville or home. It's biting, to me anyway. He pulls up in front of the hotel and a bellhop helps me with my things and takes me to the counter for check in. I tell him my reservation name and he tells me there is no one by that name. My insides start to panic. From up behind me he whispers into my hair.
"Never check in under your real name. Its Bruce Wayne Sir".
I stifle a giggle. I maintain control in public but I want to wrap my arms and legs around him. They help us with our things and are escorted to a beautiful suite. The lap of luxury is a minor under statement. I am almost in awe. Liam tips the boy and he is gone. I turn and look at him almost in disbelief. He holds out his arms and I fall into them. My head on his chest, I breathe him in. I don't think I will ever get over or forget his scent, the same one from the elevator.
"So, what to do for dinner" he asks.
"I really don't care, I'm starved. I haven't eaten since lunch." I reply with my chin in his chest looking up at him.
He kisses the tip of my nose, "I sort of have a surprise for you. It's downstairs and it wont be ready for another hour so why don't we get ready for that."
We walk into the bedroom, I cant help it but I run and do a spread eagle onto the bed. He just nods his head at me.
"You're just mad 'cause I did it first" I say and then stick my tongue out at him.
He comes over to the bed and pretty much climbs up on to it and lays down next to me on his stomach. "Shower with me?"
I roll over to him and kiss him, "Of course, you don't have to ask".
We undress and get in the shower and talk about a couple of things while we bathe each other. I turn around to find my shampoo and suddenly feel his mouth on my shoulder. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to turn around? I was starting to think you weren't going to and things were going to get rough and that they still might". He pushes himself against me and he's hard. I smile. His hands come around and grasp both of my breasts, pinching my nipples. He's kissing around my neck and onto my shoulders. I start looking for something to hold onto. To my left is a sitting area and on the back wall near the entrance a handle of sorts. He touches my leg in a way letting me know to put my foot up on the seat and I obey. I grab hold of the handle. He uses his fingers to find my slit and eases one in. The next thing I feel is his huge cock entering me. It takes my breath away. He's slow and rhythmic, taking his time, continuing his kisses from my neck to my shoulders. I can do nothing but push against him. His thrusts start getting a little more forceful and faster, his and my breath the same, breathing in unison. I rest my head against the wall, whisper his name and come. His hands have now moved to my waist and he's pushing with purpose. His head rests between my shoulder blades and he is winded. He turns me around and we stand in the hot shower and kiss.
He tells me to wear something nice but not to over do it. I pick out a navy blue dress that hits right at the knee. He has on black pants and a navy shirt with black buttons. He looks like a model on the cover of GQ, flawless.
He arrive downstairs and I follow him to one of the banquet rooms. He opens the door and inside is a candle lit table for two, with waiters on either side, wine chilling in ice and a chef there to prepare our choice of meat in front of us. In the corner is a baby grand piano being played softly by a man in a tux. The epitome of a romantic dinner and night. The night is perfect.
We eat our meal and enjoy each others company, talking and laughing. It is interrupted by his phone ringing - the business phone, the phone that cant be left behind or turned off. There is some kind of uproar over something said in the media and someone responded with out thinking. He asks why it involves him, but he knows why. They are mates. They are a package deal. He's made statements before regarding other things and looks like he is going to have to take the high road and do it again. He rubs his forehead with his fingers, thinking. He simply responds with, "I'll handle it".
I don't ask. Its not really any of my business. If he wants me to know, he will tell me. He hangs up with them and gives me a look of irritation and takes a deep breath.
"Anything I can do?" I know there is nothing but I want to help him.
"No, have to think of damage control now."
I speak nothing more of it. We finish our perfect evening, which was ruined in a manner of minutes. He head back up stairs and he says nothing. You can see him thinking and trying to work scenarios out in his mind. How to fix this. As we get off the elevator he stops, and looks at me and says,
"You know, were old enough, that I shouldn't have to be doing this."
I know that some drama follows them, they cause some drama but getting into trouble on their own? They are held to somewhat of a higher standard, and things that some stars could get away with, they cant.
"I've got to make some calls. I'm sorry love. This is not at all what I had planned for us tonight."
I'm a little sad because he is now stressed, but I do know and understand that some things have to be taken care of.
He goes into the bedroom and sits on the bed and removes is shoes.I stand in front of him and start unbuttoning is shirt and help him get undressed. When he is down to is boxers he puts his head between my breasts and tells me he's sorry again. I lean down and kiss him and tell him to take his time. I change and go into the living room area and close the door behind me.
I don't know how long he was on the phone, or who all he had to call. I do know some heated words and profanities were used. I go to sleep watching something on TV. He nudges me and tells me to come to bed.
"Everything settled?"
"Yes, but they're doing the apology this time. I'm not involved. I cant be saving their asses every time."
We got to bed and he falls asleep almost immediately.
We wake up the next morning and order room service. I enjoy my bagel with cream cheese and coffee, him eggs, toast, bacon and orange juice.
"What do you want to do today?"
"Statue of Liberty and the 9-11 Memorial"
"Lets get ready then."
I check the forecast on TV, cold and windy. We dress appropriately.
We take a cab to the harbor and ride the ferry over. Thankfully it is open to go to the top, so we take the elevator up. Its a clear crisp day so the view is spectacular. We take pictures of each other and get an elderly man to take a picture of us together.
On the way back to the harbor we watch the boats and all the different kinds out on the water. We take a cab to the memorial. I am speechless the entire time. My heart is heavy. I don't remember much because I was young when it happened but I do remember how my family was glued to the TV for what seemed days. We leave in a solemn mood.
We find a pizzeria and get a slice. While sitting a there a horse drawn carriage goes by and he decides we are going to do it. Thank goodness they had blankets in the carriage. It was fun and romantic. We had a wonderful driver who gave us a history lesson of different buildings and landmarks we passed. We arrived back at the starting point and took a cab back to our hotel. Warmth. I was freezing.
Tonight we are catching a Knicks game at Madison Square Gardens. Dinner tonight is hot dogs and beer, coke for me. I know a little about basketball so I can follow the game and enjoy it. He is really enjoying it and gets into it. Of course he reminisces about preforming here and tells me about little things that happened. After the game we go back to the hotel. We are exhausted.
I go into the bathroom and start my nightly routine. Before going in, I get a jade colored silky night shirt to change in to. As I finish, he comes in and sees me in my night shirt. He walks up behind me, puts is arms around me, and rests his head on the top of my head.
"You're beautiful".
I smile and almost blush, "Thank you. You're pretty handsome yourself".
I turn around to him and he picks me up bridal style and carries me to the bed. He sets me down and removes my shirt. I crawl up on the bed and we lay there facing each other kissing and touching each other.
He gets up and removes his boxers and grabs my ankle, pulling me to the side of the bed. He hooks his fingers onto my panties and pulls them off and goes to his knees. He opens my legs and starting at my knees, starts kissing up. He get to my wetness and slides a finger in and starts kissing my clit and gently sucking it, just enough to pull it. I grab handfuls of the duvet trying to maintain some form of control. He removes his finger only to be replaced by his tongue. My back is arching and I'm moaning his name. He does this knowing he's teasing me and is seeing just how much I can take. When he thinks I've had enough, he lets me relax just enough to see him pump himself a few times before entering me. He has me on the edge of the bed still so he pushes my knees back and is pushing with everything into me. He keeps tapping my g spot making me yell out in ecstasy. He knows what he is doing and continues to push me over the edge. I come but he doesn't stop, he keeps riding me and holds up two fingers. Dear God, he's going to make me come twice. He pulls me up and into a kneeling position and at this level, perfect entry. He enters me with force, one hand on my shoulder another on my hip right above thigh, pulling me into him. The only sounds are of us moaning and skin making a slapping sound. He groans and I know he is close. I reach up and start touching my self so that I come when he does. Its almost instantaneous. I come and come hard. He soon after.
I roll over onto the bed and he lays down next to me, pulling me into him. We kiss and just look at each other.
"I'm going to take a long soak in the tub, do you want to join me?"
"As much as I enjoyed it last time, I think I'll just shower tonight"
"Fine, your loss" I wink at him and walk towards the bathroom.
He comes in and showers, sits on the side of the tub and we talk a little bit. He helps me out, dries me off and hands my shirt back to me with a kiss.
Another weekend has come and gone. Thanksgiving is right around the corner so I have that to look forward to.
We lay in bed in each others arms talking about different things. Just before I go to sleep he asks,
"Do you mind if Harry comes with me to Thanksgiving? Oh, and possibly Niall. They loved the get away during the summer and need it again before the tour.
I lay there wondering if this has anything to do with what went on last night but I don't question.
"Sure, I'll call Mom tomorrow but I'm sure she'll love it".

Notes

Hmmmmm what kind of trouble have the boys gotten themselves into this time?

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