Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

The holiday season is always a hectic time of year for most companies, the one I work for is no exception. Everyone trying to tie up loose ends and settle up on accounts. I need all the busy-ness I can get to keep my mind occupied. Liam, the same. They have things to get squared away before they leave to go back on tour, and since the tour has a different name, every thing has to be changed.
We've been keeping in touch with each other at least every other day. I've even broken down and did Skype a few times. A couple of times we've been interrupted by a familiar face or two, either being nosy or just aggravating, usually Harry. Harry keeps saying he going to go back as soon as he gets finished with the tour. Niall even sent my parents a thank you gift and a special note to my mom for taking special care of him. They both seemed to like the fact they were truly able to get away from everything and everyone.
While driving home one evening I receive a text, I wait til I pull in the drive and look, its from Liam. Call me when you get in. I hate those. I go in, put my stuff in and get comfortable.
"Hello love"
"Hey, is everything all right? You said you wanted me to call"
"Yeah, about that. Sophia came by again."
My heart stops, I sit down.
"Really? What for?"
"She wanted to talk, again."
I feel a lump rise in my throat. I want to cry, but dare not to. I hold the phone away from my mouth, but in a way that I can still hear him.
"Well, did you talk, again?"
"Yes, we talked."
"So, what aren't you telling me?"
He's taking too long to talk. I'm getting nervous.
"She kissed me."
The tears start flowing. I cant stop them. I keep trying to maintain my composure.
"The question is, did you kiss back"
I hear a catch in his voice.
"Lets do this, how about when you figure out what happened and where you stand with her and where you stand with me, you give me a call. I told you from the beginning I have no time for this. I love you, but it does me know good to fight for you, if you wont fight for us. You know how to get in touch with me. Good bye Liam". I hang up.
Furious isn't the word for how I feel. I rarely get mad. Aggravated, pissed off, irritated but rarely mad. Mad is a side that is like dynamite with a very short fuse. The first thing I throw is my phone, and hard. Tears are streaming down my face. Then the obscenities start flying. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. What to do? I have got to get out of here. I change into some running clothes and head out. After about a two mile run, I decide that isn't enough. I know of an adult game room not to far from where I live so I head that way, they have what I need. I pay for a good two hours and go to the batting cages. I brought my own bat and helmet and get in. I set the speed at about 45 mph to get started, its not long I have it up to 55. It feels good to be hitting something with out actually breaking something. At some point I started crying. My eyes are stinging and I'm sobbing all the while swinging at softballs. The more I cry the madder I get. The last ball shoots out and I slam it. I am exhausted. I don't even want to know what I look like. I have gained an audience from my hitting skills, I wish they would leave. I grab my towel, wipe of my face and hope it ain't all that bad. I take off my helmet, my hair is matted to my head with sweat. I grab my bat, pick up the net, walk under it and continue past my onlookers. I go to my car and let the top down, its freezing out, maybe it will numb me. Right now, I don't care. I killed my phone so I cant use my I tunes, so I start digging through my CDs. I find a mix of 80s hair bands music and put it in and turn it up.
When I arrive back at my complex I turn it off. I pull into my space and sit there. I'm numb. It's only 9:30 PM, it feels like midnight, my body is give out. I walk through and grab a bottle of wine and head to the tub. One glass ain't going to cut it tonight, I don't even to get a glass. I soak in the tub trying to drown my sorrows in the deep water. I get out, well, roll out of the tub, and get dressed. I roll into the bed.
I wake up thankful its Saturday. I contemplate going to the store and getting a new phone. Part of me says no, the other says, I have no choice. I get up and drink a couple of Gatorades while I straighten up a little. I freshen up and head out to get a new phone. After getting home I turn it on, automatically it rings. I know the caller, but am I ready to talk. Dont think I am, so I forward it to voice mail. Suddenly I hear the batting cages calling my name again, but this time I decide against it. It rings again. Him. He knows what I'm doing.
"Hello"
"You can not do that to me"
"Please, we will not discuss me doing what to you, after what you did to me"
He's pleading, almost in tears. I thought seeing or hearing him like this would make me cry, no, I believe I'm cried out for now.
"Don't beg, it is not very becoming of you." in a very cold tone.
"What can I do?"
"Well, for one, you can do nothing. The ball is my court now, I decide what happens. Two, you have no idea how bad you have hurt me and I no longer can trust you or her. Thirdly, I don't know. I really don't know. I am beyond shocked. I understand you two had history, I get it, but we were the present. She disrespected us as a couple and so did you, you allowed it."
My voice is starting to shake, the tears are welling up and I start to cry. "I can not do this if I can not trust you. You are across the ocean and I'm here. I'm not asking you to choose but it seems to me you need to choose. And until you do, I am here. No, I am not waiting on you, just here. If I were there I would fuck her up in a split second, but I'm here."
I hear him sniffing, I've said all I can say, I don't know what else to say. This time, I'm hurt. He has crushed my heart. Dear God, I have never felt anything like this. I gave him my everything.
"Come to me please?"
I seriously can not believe he just said that. "I cant, I have to go to work, I have things to do. You have the schedule right now that would allow you to come here. You decide. I have to go"
I hang up. I feel the numbness again. Things are starting to pop up on my phone from the past 24 hours. I see a number I don't recognize except its from England and they left a voice message. I listen, its Harry. He knows. He's calling to check on me. Call him if I need anything. I sigh, it sounds nice but I'm not going to cause a division, I will not be Yoko Ono. I appreciate him caring and wanting to be there but its just not right.
I go through and delete all the texts without even reading them, right now, I don't care. He has royally pissed me off. The feeling of wanting to break something is coming back, but instead I go scream in a pillow.
I have no idea if it was just a kiss or something more, right now it doesn't matter but later on it will. My coping mechanism is creeping up on me, sleep. My brain is having trouble processing it all and is shutting down.
I wake up and the sun is almost gone. I continue to lay in the bed. I feel so alone and start to cry. I get up and take two sleeping pills determined to sleep through the night and hopefully this nightmare, or at least til Monday morning.
I awaken around 8 AM Sunday morning. I get up and make my coffee. I feel as though I may be expecting a little too much from this coffee. I go sit on my back porch curled up in a blanket and just enjoy the quietness of it all. Quiet, until my doorbell rings. My elderly neighbor often brings me little cakes so I go to open the door.
Liam is standing there, his eyes are red, he's been drinking. He puts his foot in the door so I cant shut it. I notice he doesn't have any bags. We waves off the cab driver.
"May I come in please?"
Part of me wants to say no, get the hell away from me, but the other part sees the broken man in front of me wanting forgiveness. I let him in.
He's pretty drunk. I decide before we do any talking he has to sober up. I walk him to my room, sit him on the bed and help him undress. I get the shower warmed up and put him in, he grabs my hand and begs me with his eyes. I join him. I bathe and wash his hair for him. I happen to have some of his clothes here so I get them for him, help him dress and get him into the bed. My phone rings. I don't recognize the number but I know I need to answer it.
"Did Liam make it to you?"
"Yes, he's been here maybe 30 minutes."
"Good, just checking in on him"
"Are you local?"
"Yes, but he insisted he go alone."
We disconnect and I decide that was kind of creepy. I go back in my room and he's asleep. I have never seen him look so pitiful. I go in the bathroom and clean up and throw his clothes in the washer. I come back in and decide to read in the bed with him so I can keep and eye on him. Before I know it I'm messing with his hair, one hand holding the book, another in his hair.
My heart is starting to beat again.
He sleeps at least three hours and wakes up startled til he looks up and sees me.
"I'm so sorry", He's reaching in cupping my face in his hands crying and kissing me at the same time.
"You've got a lot of proving to do now. I cant trust you." I say as tears roll down my face.
"Anything, just don't shut me out."
I look away, what my head says is one thing, what my heart says is another. He wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head in my lap and goes back to sleep.
I cry silently.

Notes

Yikes! Their first fight, but it all cant be love making and lovely vacations together.

Rachel has my heart, easy to forgive, but will only let someone hurt her so much. But once that book is closed, it is closed for good.

Have y'all seen the video of the girl who got proposed to tonight at the One Direction concert here in Atlanta? Harry called out the guy and it was up on the screens and everything.
And Liam referred to it as Hotlanta - locals stuff

And it appear Harry has new Tats on his knuckles - ANNE -