Teenage Runaway

Chapter 17

The week before the big move was very emotional for Taylor. Most days were filled with emotional breakdowns caused by the death of her father, locking Liam out of their room to take care of Bentley. Everything was changing so fast for her.

Liam had found a car place that would buy Taylor's car from her and give them a ride to the airport.

The three of them were settled in their new house in London in no time, and everyone was going to go over to Taylor and Liam's house for a "house warming party" for all of them.

"Do you like it?" Liam asked Taylor as he put their new dishes into the dark wood kitchen cabinets.

"It's perfect," Taylor said, "except for your two cars."

"What is wrong with my cars?"

"They are both convertables..and there is no backseat in either of them."

"I know." Liam said, sitting next to Taylor on the dark wood dining table, unlocking his iPad. "Which is why when we were still in Florida, I bought you this."

He showed Taylor a picture of a sleek black BMW Sedan.

"Liam, oh my God. You didn't have to buy me a car. You have done too much already, I mean, look at this house."

The house was picture perfect. It was very spacious. Liam had the painters go into the house and paint the rooms that him and Taylor requested while they were still in Florida. Bentley's room was painted shades of blue and green that the two-year-old had picked out himself. Taylor and Liam's room was painted a dark shade of red, and their kitchen a dark, sandy color, along with their living room. The office/computer room was plainted a very light green, and the dining room a subtle lavender, leaving most of the hallways and bathrooms painted a tan color.

"You needed a car that was safe for Bentley, we needed a car that was safe for Bentley."

Soon, Taylor's lips were on Liam's.

"You still need to go to the market." Taylor said, pulling away from Liam's sweet lips. "Or our friends will have to go hungry."

Liam kissed her again. "Come with me."

Taylor sat back. "Bentley is upstairs sleeping."

"Wake him up."

Taylor laughed. "If you want to deal with a sleep-deprived, cranky two-year-old in a grocery market, be my guest."

Liam laughed, too, before he left to go and get groceries.

Niall and Sam were the first people to arrive, practically straight off of their plane from New York. Niall went into the kitchen with Liam to help with grilling, while Sam and Taylor gushed about Sam's engagement ring. Sam insisted on taking care of Bentley the whole night so she could get the whole "feel of parenting." Taylor was more than happy with the offer.

The other three boys came after the ribs were ready and Niall and Liam were chowing down already, the two girls still on the Hor Dourves.

"How's the single house life?" Niall joked. Louis mumbled a comment about the frat house remark.

"How's the engaged life for ya?" Zayn asked, recalling his failed engagement.

"Great," Niall blushed. Sam beamed.

"Hey, Sam, how's the pregnant life?" Louis asked.

"Morning sickness, you know, the usual."

"Fun, isn't it?" Taylor scrunched her nose at Sam, popping another cracker into her mouth. "Try doing it alone." She remarked, earning a glare from Liam as she sat down next to him, with a rib on her paper plate. Sam silently took a seat between Bentley and Niall.

"Taylor," Louis spoke. Taylor prepared herself for a lecture from him for her remark towards Niall and Sam. "I know what you need. A shot."

Liam almost spit out his soda.

"I,um, I don't dri--I can't."

"Love, it's legal here. You're over eighteen." Louis smiled as he poured a brown liquid into a shot glass and slid it across the table to Taylor.

"Seriously, Lou. I don't drink."

"Come on, it's not like you're breastfeeding anymore and--" Louis stopped when he saw Liam glaring at him. "Alright, fine. More for me," He said, cheerfully downing his own shot and the one he had poured for Taylor. "Harry, do you want one? You haven't had one swig all night."

"I'm driving, doofus."

"Now, that's the good thing about having a pregnant fianceé, she can't drink!" Niall slurred.

"Yes, because we have to drive across the street," Sam sarcastically remarked.

"Liam, old pal, a shot or two for you?" Louis bargained. Taylor silently dared him to take it, just to see if he would.

"Nah, man, I'm fine with soda."

"More for the three of us, then!" Louis cheered.

Everyone left the house around midnight. Bentley had been put to sleep four hours earlier. Liam took out the trash and met his girlfriend in their bed upstairs.

"You need to apologize to Sam for the way you snapped at her." Liam said as soon as he laid down in bed next to Taylor. As soon as he spoke, she got up to change into her pajamas.

"I am not apologizing for anything." Taylor said as she rummaged through her unorganized drawers.

Liam stood up and walked over to the dresser, leaning against the wall next to it. "Look, I know you are jealous, I am too. I want kids someday," Taylor looked up at him, "kids of my own. But there was no reason for you to snap at Sam like that."

"You don't understand! That baby is going to have everything Bentley doesn't. That baby gets to say that his dad is the best dad ever. That baby gets to go around saying that his dad was in the most famous boy band in the world. That baby is going to get everything they want and need. You know what my baby gets to say? My baby gets to say that his mom was careless at a party and got pregnant when she was just a stupid teenager. My baby gets to say that his father kidnapped his mother. My baby gets to say that his father killed his grandfather. My baby gets to say that his mother is a damn failure!" Taylor was crying by now. Liam cupped her face in his hands.

"You are not a failure." Liam told her as there was a thud from the next room over.

Taylor pushed his hands away from her. "Bentley is awake. I better go check on him."

Taylor locked herself in her sons room. She crawled into his bed, around the gates on the edges of the bed to keep Bentley from rolling off.

"Are you sleeping with me, Mommy?" The half awake toddler asked,

"Yes. Just for tonight, baby." She told her son as they fell asleep together under the covers.