Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

As you know I dont do POVs but find it neccessary to do this time.

Liam's POV
I rush outside and get in the car. I'm furious! How can she say that? I've done so much to protect her from things outside her cofort zone. It was my fault. I just want to punch something.
"Take me to the hotel, I'm not leaving just yet" I need to think. I call the pilot to let him know I wont be leaving just yet. I check into my room and immediately get changed and go to the gym.I have to work this off. I didnt spike her drink, how is it my fault? It is my fault, I wasnt there to protect her. Hell, someone picked her up and took her to another house. If I hadnt gotten wasted and kept an eye on her, that and this would not be happening. Do I give up my life style for her? No, I didnt know where we were but I go to parties all the time where I dont know the host. What if she had gotten raped, or worse? How would I have told her parents?
I run til my legs feel like jello. I step off the treadmill and can hardly walk. I've soaked my clothes with sweat. I go back up to the room and shower, still mulling over the events.
Do I leave and let her call me? What is she doesnt call me back? She could, well, she is serious about this. This is serious.
I call the driver again, by the time I am dressed and ready, he has arrived.
"You know where to go".


Rachel's POV
I dont sleep long, the dreams have started. Ones I thought were long gone, have resurfaced. I decide to get up and work.
I've gotten my things together and am sitting at my desk going over one of the accounts I have to start to on first thing in the morning. My head hurts, but I need to get this done.
As my computer boots up, I see the picture of us at the Statue of Liberty. I was too impulsive. I let my emotions control my mouth. I was scared, I'm still scared. I may never see him again. I put my face in my hands and cry. I cry because I just pushed one of the most important people in my life away. I cry because I'm still scared. I cry because he left.
I feel his big hands on my shoulders. In his haste, he didn't lock the door behind himself, so he showed himself in. In one fluid move I'm out of the chair and in his arms. I cant let go and he wont let me go. I wrap my legs around him and he walks to the couch, sits down. Me in his lap, facing him.
"I'm sorry" we say in unison. we both start talking at the same time.
"It was my fault, I should have kept an eye on you. You were in a strangers house around people you didn't know." He says this while wiping my tears with his thumbs.
"I shouldn't have made assumptions that you party like that all the time." I say as I lean in to kiss him.
He pulls me close and holds me, I rest my head on his shoulder, wishing the past two days were a nightmare I could wake up from.
"You need to eat. When was the last time you ate"
I shrug my shoulders, I cant remember. The look in his eyes is concern.
"No really, when was the last time you ate?"
I start to think. "I guess before the party" I only guess because that my last remembrance of eating.
"Thats been three days!"
I start to cry again. I can not handle everything all at once.
He gets up, still holding me, walks into the kitchen, places me on the counter and starts looking through everything for food .
"It is official, you have nothing."
"I have peanut butter and jelly, I can fix a sandwich."
"I'll fix it, just point and I'll get it"
I direct him to where things are, he fixes it for me and hands me a glass of water.
He stands between my legs while I eat.
"I'm not leaving until you are better, you cant make me."
"I'll be fine, really."
"You let me decide that"
I lay my head on his chest, I'm so tired.
He picks me up again and takes me to the bedroom and sets me on the bed. Its not as late as it feels because I feel it should be after midnight. Its only a little after 10. He goes to my dresser looking through my clothes, holding up things, asking if its what I want to wear. He stops and pulls out his t shirt, the one that found its way into my bag from Germany, he holds it up, I nod yes. We change for bed and climb under the covers. We lay facing each other, talking.
"Ready for more Rachel 101?" he looks at me and smiles, "Of course". "There's more that lead up to the past three days than you know." I take a breath, only my family knows, "I was almost raped as a junior in college. Had I not taken a self defense class a few months before, the outcome would have been different."
He leans in for a kiss, "Thank you for telling me, I wish I had known sooner."
"Liam, I do not blame you for any of what happened. It wasn't anyones fault. I just cant put myself in that situation again."
"Never again." he promises,

Notes

phewww - i even upset myself on that one. Damn!