Firsts and Lasts (A Liam Payne Fanfic)

Chapter 4

***Author's Note***

So, you'll probably notice that this chapter is a little shorter than previous ones but it's because it's leading up to the next chapter and was sort of a filler/fluff part.  Things are going to start heating up though soon because...

*drum roll please* 

Sexy times are coming up in chapter 5!  Yayy!!  

Lol Lawd I'm so lame. 

Please comment and like the story guys.  I'd love to hear from people.  :)

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That afternoon:

“So besides that insane bet, was it what you always imagined it’d be?” Kim asked me dreamily as we flipped through the racks in Bloomingdale’s. 

I was in shopper heaven as I browsed through all the designer brands that surrounded me.  New York was where I had always dreamed of living, and now I got to experience what life as an Upper East Sidder might be like thanks to Liam’s gift this morning. 

He had given me his credit card and told me to buy whatever I waned and to get something for Amber and Kim too.  He said I’d earned it after that epic showdown with the concierge. 

He and the other guys had today scheduled for recording, and they’d be in the studio all day, which left us three, the chance to finally do a little sight seeing and a whole lot of shopping.  Amber was already pouting about being dragged from store to store. 

“Yeah, he really went all out,” I replied letting my mind return for the 100th time back to last night. 

“You’re smiling again,” Amber said giving me a ‘stop the bad thoughts’ look. 

“I can’t help it,” I laughed.  “Last night was incredible. Liam’s incredible.” I sighed and spun around happily.

“Life’s just incredible.” 

Amber shook her head at my mushiness. 

“You do know that we’re in public right?  Please control the fangirling so we’re not kicked outta here.” She paused and quickly added. “On second thought. Fangirl away.” 

Kim and I laughed at her desperation to keep us from shoving her into the dressing room with an armload of clothes. 

“Well, you can’t tell me you guys aren’t floating over the ground a little even if you haven’t went there yet with Niall and Harry.”  Kim frowned. 

“Yeah, if I ever do get to go there with Harry,” she said sadly.  We looked at her concerned.

“What do you mean?” I asked lowering my voice and moving around the rack until I was standing by her and Amber. 

“It’s been almost a year, and we haven’t gone ‘there’ yet. I’m starting to wonder if he even wants to,” she said tearing up.  We hugged her.

“Kim you’re being ridiculous. Of course Harry wants to be your first.  He’s just waiting for the right time, and he would never pressure you to do something you weren’t ready for,” Amber said comfortingly. 

“But I am ready.” She sobbed, “I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel like he’s slipping away from me every time he leaves to go on tour.” 

I knew that feeling.  We all did. Every time Liam said goodbye I felt a piece of my heart break until I saw him again. 

But, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  There was no way Harry didn’t want Kim.  I could tell every time I saw him with her. 

She was probably just stressed by all the time we had to spend away from our guys when they were gone and all the paps constantly following her and Harry judging every little move they made. 

We all dealt with it, but it seemed like Kim got it a little more because she was with ‘the Harry Styles’. 

“Kim,” I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face me. “Harry loves you.  Totally and completely. Don’t you ever doubt that,” I said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“But how do you know?” she asked miserably. 

“Because,” I smiled, “you see but do not observe.” 

She sniffed and gave a small smile knowing I was trying to cheer her up with a little Sherlock reference even as she looked at me confused. 

“You don’t see what I see.  You don’t see the way Harry lights up and instantly smiles when you walk into the room.  You don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re staring off into space daydreaming about anything and everything.  Like he wishes he could read your mind just to know what you were thinking about, to be able to talk to you and hear your voice and how he hopes you were dreaming about him.  You don’t see how he visibly relaxes before a show when you take him by the hand.  You never see the way you two are together.  When you move he moves.  When you shift away he shifts closer.  You’re like magnets pulling at each other every second you’re together.  And you never see the way his heart breaks every time you say you’re not beautiful, because he doesn’t understand why you can’t see what he sees every single time he looks at you.”

I looked over at Amber who was trying to subtly wipe away her own tears. 

“I hope you’re paying attention Amber, because Niall is exactly the same way with you.”  She looked guiltily at me, and smiled, knowing that I knew and understood her insecurities about how much she thought Niall loved her.  But she didn’t see how he acted the same way around her, like Harry and Liam did with us. 

“And so what if you haven’t slept together yet?” I said earnestly shrugging my shoulders. 

“Sex isn’t supposed to make or break a relationship.  It only enhances the connection that already exists between two people.  That’s why Liam never called it that when we talked about it.  He never once said I want to have sex with you.  He said I want to make love to you.  Liam and I didn’t rush into it, and the wait made it even more special when it did happen, because I knew that he loved me enough to want the best for us.  The best for me.  That’s what Harry is doing.  He’s waiting to make your first time something you’ll always look back on with no regrets.  He loves you Kim.  Harry Styles loves you, and don’t ever doubt that.” 

She smiled gratefully at me before unexpectedly giving me a big bear hug. 

“Alright, alright,” I laughed, “Stop touching me before I decide to push you off the Empire State Building later today.” 

Amber looked up excited, “You mean we can finally stop shopping?!” 

Kim smiled mischievously at me and said, “Not just yet…”

I looked at her suspiciously.

“I don’t think I like what’s cooking in that little head of yours Kimberly,” I took a cautious step back and held my shopping bag in front of me like a shield. 

She laughed sneakily at my expression and grabbed my hand, dragging me through the store, with Amber moodily trailing behind us.

“Oh no, you won’t like it…but Liam will.”