Stuck (One Direction)

5 - Whoopsi Daisy!

Surprised, but totally okay with what was going on, I kissed him back.

To tell you the truth, I'd only had three other kisses in my life, one including something like this. The other two were just on the lips, no open mouth, no tongue. But this one had everything. Liam was just as in to it as I was.

I pressed up against him and wrapped my arms around him as he grabbed my hair. At first the kiss was hard and passionate, but it got softer. He pulled away, put only for a moment, to come back and kiss me again. It was slower, more romantic.

Not knowing quite what I was doing, I started to unbutton his shirt as best I could. Shocking him and myself, I undid the whole thing and ran my hands up his six pack. This one I know he meant to be more gentle, but at the moment all I wanted was the one like before. As I started to put my hands behind his neck and pull him even closer, his eyes shot open and he pulled away, starting to button up his shirt again.

It took a moment for me to realize what was going on. Once I saw him sit straight up on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands, I understood what happened. Feeling like a horrible, selfish monster I started crying. As he turned back to comfort me, I felt even more selfish.

"No, please!" I cried, "don't...don't...."

Feeling disgusted again, I got up and tried to maintain my little balance. When he got up, I ran out of the room like madman.

As I flew past the living room I heard Louis holler, "where are you going?"

Unable to deal with any more, I opened the door and ran to the elevator.

When I got in, I just pushed random buttons, hoping to go anywhere that wasn't here. At that point I didin't care if I got to my family's room and they grounded me for life. I didn't care if I got in trouble with the hotel for being drunk, I didn't care about anything. Nothing mattered except not seeing any of them.

When the doors started to shut I heard the boys' calls, specifically Liam's. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry! I didn't know--" he cut himself off and I heard Harry yell, "she's in the elevator!" 

Just as they were about to get me, the doors came to a complete close, leaving me in there all alone to cry and sulk about myself. Boo hoo, poor me, getting kissed by a hot celebrity! Oh, woe is me! 

Even in a drunken state of mind I knew I should do something that would help me slightly, so I pulled out my phone and pressed a random button, just so I could see the time. According to it, it was 12:32 in the morning. I ran a hand down my face and watched as the elevator stopped and dinged. Level five, going up. Next, level seven, going down. Level three, going down, lobby, going up.

It went on and on to all the levels I'd pushed, and unfortunately, I'd pushed a lot. For some reason, this elevator went to the different levels in the ordered you pushed them. Deciding I'd rather be knocked out when someone found me, I pushed a few more buttons and sat down on the floor. 

Usually, I don't fall asleep quickly, so I wasn't expecting it to be quick. But then again...I'd never been drunk.

* * * *

"Don't wake her up," I heard a voice whisper.

"I don't think anything could now, at this point." Another said, "she's out cold."

What was this?

"Still, be gentle." The first one said, sounding worried.

"Calm down."

I felt as if I was being lifted off the ground and carried somewhere. "She'll sleep in Li--"

"No, I don't think that's a good idea."