All Grown Up

10

Paige's POV

Liam and I were sitting outside when Greyson and Peyton pulled up. She got out and walked to us. "Are you okay? You look upset." She nodded and sat between us.

"Greyson canceled our date again. But I'm fine." She laid her head on Liam's shoulder. "How was your day?"

"You've been here for most of it." Liam chuckled and Peyton traced my tattoos. "You and Logan have always been interested in these. We never knew why."

"I like the calligraphy. I look at yours and I think about getting one but I know you guys won't let me." She smiled at me and grabbed Liam's arm, tracing the quotes.

"Well it depends. What would you get?" I looked at her.

"And where would you get it?" Liam added and she sat up.

"I didn't think about what to get but I would've gotten it small on my arm, my wrist, or my ankle." I looked at Liam and he shrugged. Peyton yawned and got up. "Goodnight. I love you."

"Love you too sweetheart." She went inside and I looked at Liam. "Should we?"

"Maybe. Let's see if she decides what she wants first." He looked at the tattoos on my arm and back at me. "If it's not something random like half of Louis's, Harry's, and Zayn's then yeah." I nodded and he laid his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair. I shivered and he sat up. "Let's go inside." We got up and he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. We walked inside and went to our room.

I sat on the bed and Liam sat beside me placing his head in my lap again. I played with his hair, scrolling through my twitter feed. I laid down and he moved so his head was on my torso. "And I thought I was obsessed with being cuddled." I smiled and he looked up at me. He pecked my lips and smiled. "I love you babe."

"I love you too baby girl." I ran my fingers through his hair again, humming softly. Liam poked my tummy and I giggled. He looked up at me with a smirk and did it again.

"No." He tickled me and I laughed, squirming. "Stop! Please!" I laughed so hard, tears rolled down my cheeks and Liam stopped, chuckling. I poked my tongue out at him and wiped my tears. "Let's go to sleep." He nodded and pulled me closer. He kissed my forehead and we fell asleep.

~Next Morning~

I wiggled out of Liam's tight grip and got up. "Every morning." I giggled and looked at Liam. "Good morning."

"Morning." I pecked his cheek and walked to Peyton's room. "Pey?" I knocked getting no response. I opened the door and looked at her still sleeping. "Peyton. Wake up." I sat on her bed, and shook her gently. She woke up and looked at me. "Are you going back today?" She nodded and laid her head on her pillow.

"What time is it?" She yawned, running a hand through her hair.

"7:30. We all overslept." She sighed and I got up. "Get dressed."

"I was up all night FaceTiming Greyson. He broke his leg last night. I'll be ready in 10." I nodded and walked out. Liam came out of Logan's room chuckling. I walked back to our room and I jumped on the bed.

"My big 3 year old." I giggled jumping onto his back. "I thought I made kids not married one."

"You did both." I smiled and he walked downstairs. Peyton looked up at us and giggled.

"Mom what are you doing?" She poured a light pink substance from the blender to a glass.

"Being childish. What's that?" I jumped off his back and walked over to him. She handed me a glass and poured another one. I took a sip. "Good."

"Thanks. It's banana, strawberries, blueberries, and kiwi with yogurt and honey." Liam took my glass and drank some, nodding. "I make this when I don't feel like fixing me anything or I'm running late." She looked at her phone. "I gotta go." Liam kissed her forehead and went upstairs. I followed her outside and saw Greyson.

"Hey. I thought your leg was broken." He looked at me and smiled.

"Hello Mrs. Payne. It is broken but I still promised Peyton I'd give her a ride and I keep my promises." Peyton smiled at him.

"You two get going before you're late. And be careful." They nodded and left. I went inside and walked into my room. Liam was sitting on the bed. "Can we go do something today?"

"Of course." I smiled and grabbed a towel. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. "Where do you want to go?" We undressed and stepped in.

"Anywhere. Can you hand me that bottle?" He handed me the bottle. "Thanks. Mall?"

"Alright." I finished and stepped out wrapping my towel around my body. I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. The water stopped and Liam stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist loosely. I finished brushing my teeth and he grabbed my bum.

I rolled my eyes and walked to the room, closing and locking the door. "Paige." Liam twisted the doorknob and I giggled drying off and getting dressed. "Babe open the door." I unlocked the door and opened it taking his towel quickly before closing it and locking it again. "Babe!"

"Yes?" I tossed the towels with the dirty clothes and something fell out of the pocket of his jeans. I picked up the box of fags and looked towards the door. I opened the door and he looked at the box in my hand. "Are these yours?" He walked by me and got dressed. "Liam answer me. Are they yours?"

"Yes." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Don't cry! Let me explain." He grabbed my hand and I sat on the bed. "I started years ago when we had that argument and went on break. I've been trying to stop but it's a bad habit." A single tear slid down my face and Liam wiped it away. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"It's fine. I'm going to help you." I looked at the box and he pulled my chin up. "I love you." I smiled and pecked his lips.

"I love you too princess. And thank you." He smiled and hugged me. "Let's go." I put on my shoes and stood up noticing the box was gone.

"Put them back." He sighed and looked at me.

"There's only one left." I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. He put the box in my hand and I put it on the bed.

"Let's go." I grabbed his hand and we walked downstairs. We got in the car and he pulled off. I turned on the radio and Liam's hand rested on my thigh. I plugged my phone in the auxiliary and played Lipstick by Bahja Rodriguez. I sang along, grabbing his hand.