DayDream (Liam Payne FF) (BWWM) COMPLETED

Sophia... everything isn't ...

Sophia.

*kinda exhausted so I'm not even going to pretend like I'm editing this at the moment lol*-B

I hate packing. Well... I don't hate packing, I just hate having to try and make everything fit. I've been shopping at least twice since extending my stay for a day. Now I'm here with new suitcases and new carry-ons because my luggage is with Liam back at his place. 

Liam. 

His number flashes across my phone screen for the fifth time today. Another text message that I don't feel like answering. I haven't answered his calls or his texts and each text from him looks like I'm pushing him further and further to his snapping point. Do I feel bad about trying his patience? Sure. He's the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for. 

That's not going to get me to answer him though. 

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I know how social media works and how the media loves to hype a situation up, but in this case: a picture is worth a thousand words. I know nothing happened. Liam isn't the type to cheat. Doesn't help me though that he basically spent the whole time in the airport talking to her, when he wasn't taking pictures with fans. It also doesn't help that he's on video, watching her. Watching her be an angel and unknowingly replacing the bulb in his own halo that had been dimming with me as of recently. It doesn't help that he upgraded her ticket to have her closer to him on the plane.

In my seat.

I should've have gotten on that flight and then it wouldn't have been a problem, but I couldn't bring myself to do. I couldn't sit and pretend like I wanted to be happy and in love when my body still feels like it's torn in two. I couldn't muster another fake smile for a fan or act like it doesn't bother me when they make their off handed comments about me. I just couldn't. Not right now, maybe not even later.

I just want to breathe and be free and I can't do that with all the cameras in my face because I'm with Liam. So I told him I would spend a few more days in New York. I only really needed one though. Couldn't even get this day. No sooner then I had fallen asleep, my friends begin sending me pictures that they had grabbed from twitter. 

Liam and a mystery female boarding at LaGuardia, sitting in first class, a link to a video of her speaking to a child and him coming over, pictures of he and fans, a picture of them laughing at a movie, her sleeping... him holding her hand as they both sleep. Liam smoothing hair out of her face and watching her sleep, with a small smile on his face...

So sure enough my twitter comments look a mess. Some fans gleeful that it looks like Liam has moved on from me. Some fans wondering where I am and why I'm not raising hell. Still other fans sending me support in my time of "need".

If only they knew what I truly needed. 

After struggling for a few moments, I finally am able to shut my suitcase, sitting on it as I zip it closed and affix a lock to it. Double checking that I have my passport and charger in my hand bag, I pull up the handle and roll my things into the hallway as I wait for the elevator. 

Stepping off the elevator and on to the ground floor of the hotel, I make my way over to guest services to handle my bill. Once that's paid, the bell hop takes my things and loads them into a waiting taxi. After tipping him, I slide into the backseat of the taxi, taking a deep breath as I rest my head on the back of the seat. Buildings and high-rises are a blur as he drives through the city, eventually thinning out into highway as we get closer to the airport. 

After a relatively hassle-free and routine TSA screening and the usual finding the gate bit, I grab a black bean burger from the Applebee's in the airport and walk to my gate to check in. Eating my bag of chips, I listen to music until we board 10 minutes later. Handing my ticket off to the gatekeeper, I walk down the gangplank to get to the plane and head to first class as directed. After settling in my seat I tuck away my bags until takeoff. 

Once airborne I eat my burger while flipping through the magazines I brought from back at the hotel. Afterwards, I toss my trash and head to the bathroom to wash my hands. The bathroom door barely closes behind me before I'm aware of someone else in the small stall here with me. 

"We have to stop meeting like this," I bite my lip as I smirk, glancing into the mirror to make sure it was who i thought it was.

"You know it's so much better like this," he responds as he closes the small space between us, pulling my hair to the side and pressing his front against my back. 

I sigh in contentment as he bites my earlobe. Locking the door behind us, I turn and he lifts me up onto the airplane sink. 

"I'm still sore, the doctors said no funny business until I'm healed," I gently remind him as he buries his face in my neck. 

"I remember," he says as he draws slow, sensual circles on my throat with his tongue. "That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good in other ways," he grins mischievously. 

I really only needed one more day.