Sweet Mistake

A trip

(A/n Oh my goodness gracionious. I haven't written in so long. I was supposed to have this chapter up at Thanksgiving. Wow. Okay. Here you go.)

Liam's POV

"One second!" I shouted at the pounding on my door.

I hopped out of my comfortable bed and walked to the door. I grabbed the handle and turned it revealing Annabelle.

"Hey what's up?" I said smiling. But she just stared at me with a petrified look. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'll let you be." She shook her head.

"Annabelle! What's wrong??" I grabbed her arm.

"Either you're really excited to see me or you should get that checked out. Either way you should deal with that." She partially laughed as she pointed down. I quickly let go of her seeing the source of her shock. I hadn't realized I was naked when I went to bed... And it just so happened to be quite chilly in my room. I planted my hands over my... Business.

"Uh.. It's just cold in my-"

"Okay Liam." She chuckled.

"Let me put some clothes on." I hurried into the main bedroom of the hotel room and slipped on some boxers and sweat pants. I tried calming my boy down and succeeded a bit. Enough to where it wasn't showing.

"You okay now?" She said as she sat on the couch in the living room.

"Yeah, yeah." I walked into the kitchen still a little uncomfortable. "Want some tea or something?" I asked.

"No thank you, I'm American remember." She chuckled lightly.

"Oh yeah." I smacked myself mentally. Americans drink coffee constantly. I searched for the coffee maker in the room, I was taught how to make it not to long ago. I'm quite talented.

"No, is there any... uhhh... you know." She stated awkwardly noticing my search.

"Any what?"

"Ya know... poison?" She giggled hoping I had understood. I had.

"Oh... Uh. No there's not. But I can have someone go get some?" I offered.

"Please." She chuckled through her breath. I nodded and rung one of my security.

"Yes, Liam?" He answered.

"Paaauuuulllll." I whined.

"What is it boy?" He growled.

"Can you get me liquor?" I said in a little kid voice.

"Liam do you know what time it is? You have-"

"Yes I know we have a show tomorrow but please." I cut him off.

"What kind?" He grunted giving in considering I could fire him for not obeying me. c:<

I smirked and looked over at Annabelle. "What kind?" I mouthed.

"I don't care." She shrugged.

"Get me the strongest stuff you can find thanks bye!" I hung up quickly.

About 30 minutes later there was a knock at my hotel room door. I stood up from the couch and opened it slightly to see a very angry Paul standing there. He had a brown bag clutched in his left hand.

"Here child." He growled and handed it to me. I smiled largly.

"Thank you!" And shut the door. I turned around and wiggled the bottle at Annabelle. She grinned widely and reached her hands out.