From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 50

(Kenzie's P.O.V.)

"Get up Kenzie! We're gonna miss our flight!" Liam screamed into my ear, while shaking my body. I groaned and blinked open my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing eyes.

"Time for you to get up!"

I chuckled and rose to my feet.

"Time for you to get a new joke."

I pushed off my pajama pants and pulled on a pair of jeans.

"Your suitcase is already packed right?"

"Yeah, it's by the bathroom."

I searched through clothes for a shirt.

"Just put on this one Kenzie."

Liam handed me a blue and grey striped shirt.

"Fine."

"You ready to go?"

Liam handed me my suitcase.

"Uh, yeah I think so."

I felt my pockets for my phone. Yep, still there.

"Then lets go babe."

He snuck in a kiss and led the way out of the room.

"Jacqueline? Harry?" I asked.

"Down here!" Jacqueline answered. We all got into the car and started for the airport.

***

"That plane ride wasn't so bad." I said, walking hand in hand with Liam, through the airport.

"See, there's nothing to worry about."

I giggled a bit.

"I know that now!"

"We need to find a hotel." Harry said, leading us out of the airport and into a black limo.

"Take us to the Sofitel Hotel please." Liam said to the driver, he agreed and started off to the hotel.

**

"2 rooms please." Harry spoke to the brunette behind the counter. She rang the bill and handed Liam and Harry keys.

"Room 26." She said pointing at Harry.

"And room 31." She said pointing at me and Liam. I smiled and nodded, heading off to sleep away my exhaustion.

"Night Harry. Jacqueline." I waved and walked to my room a couple doors down from theirs.

"Night boo!" She screamed as she was pulled into the room by Harry. Well I knew where their night was headed. I smirked and unlocked the door to our room.

"God, I'm so tired." I threw my suitcase into the corner and stretched my arms out, yawning.

"Mm, me too." Liam whispered into my ear from behind me, as he wrapped his arms around me. He snuggled his chin into the crook of my neck. I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes. His lips sucked on my skin, pleasuring me. I let out a soft groan.

"Come to bed with me." He moved out from behind me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the bed. I crawled under the sheets and grabbed hold of one of his very muscular arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat.

"Please don't fall asleep on me. I can't sleep." I whispered, running fingers through his hair.

"It's late. Go to sleep." He stroked my cheek with his thumb, often making a circular pattern around my cheekbones.

"I can't Liam. I just can't fall asleep."

The light flicked on and Liam pulled me into his lap.

"Why not?" He asked, voice groggy. I shrugged. He sighed and traced his fingers along my back.

"It's okay. Turn of the light, lay down." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. A chilling sensation ran through me when I realized Liam's lips were attached to mine. I slipped my hands under his shirt, running my fingers along his defined stomach. His lips pulled up, forming a smile against my lips. I gripped his shirt with my hands, pulling it off his body, and placed my hands on his warm, tan chest. I climbed down to his waist, placing a leg on either side of his body, straddling him. My eyes lingered on his chest, before I locked eyes with him. I planted my lips on his jawline, and slowly moved them to his neck, sucking. He let out a soft moan and ran his fingers through my hair, tugging softly. Liam placed his hands on my hips, pushing his thumbs into my hip bones, as I moved my waist in circular motions, pushing against his body. He shut his eyes tightly, a moan escaped from his parted lips. I bit on my lip as the throbbing sensation in my body grew larger. He fumbled with the button on my jeans, pulling them off my body. I climbed off him and got of the bed, turning on the light.

"I-I can't do this right now. Not now." I said, pacing back and forth, ruining a hand through my hair.

"Hey, hey listen to me." Liam walked over to me, placing a hand under my chin and lifting my head up to face him.

"It's okay." He said, cupping my face with his hands.

"I just, I need.. I need a shower." I pushed his hands off my face and dragged my suitcase into the bathroom. I ran to the sink and turned on the faucet, sticking my hands under the flowing water. My hands shook as I flung water onto my face, rubbing it over my skin. I turned off the water and stared back at the reflection.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, standing against the wall. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. My eyes flashed over to the suitcase and I suddenly remembered why I came in here. I stripped off all my clothes and hopped into the shower, letting the steaming water take me away. After a good ten minute shower, I got out and put on a one piece. I combed out my hair and brushed my teeth, the usual. I flicked the light off and walked back to where the bed was. Liam was sound asleep. I sighed and turned on the television, sitting on the couch. The more I thought about everything, replaying it in my mind, I become upset. Before I could stop it, tears sprung out of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them away and brought my knees to my chest, burying my head into my body. I sniffled, trying to get the tears to go away.

"Kenzie?" I jolted my head up and the light flicked on, just Liam.

"Go back to bed Liam." I wiped off my face with my palms and laid across the couch.

"How do you expect me to go to bed when your crying? That upsets me. What's wrong?"

I remained silent, which stressed him out. He ran a hand through his hair and blew out air from his mouth.

"Talk to me." He pushed my legs off the couch and sat down next to me, pulling me into his strong arms.

"It's nothing, it's just the past. It doesn't need to be brought up." I stood up and held a hand out for him. Willingly, he took it. He nodded, understanding I didn't want to talk about whatever my past was haunting me about.

"Some things are just better left unsaid." I turned off the light and climbed into bed, brought into Liam's welcoming arms.