After Thought // Chance Sutton

Chapter Nineteen

    "She knew she loved him when the feeling of home went being a place, to being a person."

A/N: I'm back from my hiatus! Thank you guys for reading so much. Also, does anyone listen to Louis Tomlinson? His new song Miss You is so good.

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It's okay to find happiness in situations that are supposed to create chaos in your mind. Life is not this black and white mass of years, but rather a colorful journey of people and places. I used to think that all I was aloud to be was sad.

But living like that isn't right. Letting happiness in my life was the best decision I ever made. It's days like today where this realization comes to my mind. White sheets and entangled limbs is what I find comfort in today. The boy in front of me still bringing a blush to my cheeks.

He whirls into my thoughts every second of the day. Like everything I ever lost, suddenly, came back to me.

"Good morning baby," Chance coo's in my ear, noticing how awake I am.

"Mornin', I don't wanna go to the office today," I whine.

"Then don't."

"I can't just do that, Amalee would literally kill me." I explained.

"Call her and tell her you don't feel good and that you'll be in later," he pressed a kiss to my neck.

Damn, this boy knows how to persuade me. Cupid has to be up to something, because with one move I'm dialing Amalee's number. And when I tell her I can't be at Paradise til 1 in the afternoon she is beyond pissed.

"I'm just not feeling well, I have a fever. I promise I'll be in later," I spoke.

"Okay okay, get some rest and a good shower and I'll see you later. I'll tell Liam to postpone some stuff."

"Liam?" I questioned, "He's still there?"

"Yeah, and  I think he'll be here for awhile."

"Why? What's his deal?"

"He probably has a crush on you or something, or his Dad is up to something. Just don't push him away too much." She said.

"Am, I have a boyfriend. You know that." I rolled my eye's.

"I do, just be friendly to him. That's all I am asking. I'll see you later hun, get some more rest." She said, hanging up the phone.

"Who's Liam?" Chance asked.

"He's the CEO of Paradise's son and he's been hanging around," I exclaimed.

"What do you mean hanging around?" He fumed.

I sighed, "not in the way you think. But with him, it's very possible. He's a powerful guy, I wouldn't let anything happen though."

"I know you wouldn't, it's him I don't trust."

He's right not to trust him, I sure as hell don't. Chance engulfed me into his arms, like it's all I've ever needed. In this crazy world, it's the only place I feel completely safe from everything.

"I don't want anyone else," I spoke, "just you."

"It's me and you, always. Okay? Things are going to get in the way again, and I don't want it to tear us apart," he sighed.

"What things? Liam? Over my dead body will he come between us."

"Not just him. Everything and everybody," he explained.

"Okay," I whispered, "it's us always."

I didn't want it to end, my late morning with him. But all good things eventually do just that, end. So we eventually woke up, and got dressed. Not without some heated kisses and cheeky moments.

His friends were in need of him, and work was calling my phone non-stop. I was a little later than intended to be. But nothing too crazy, yet, it was still the biggest deal in the world.

"You can't pull this stuff again Liz," Amalee rolled her eye's, making her annoyance with me obvious.

"What stuff?" I questioned, folding my arms over my chest, "I didn't feel good."

"It doesn't matter at this stage in the process. With the movie production, your image, it's just too much to lose."

A big frown etched across my face when she spoke that sentence.  

"Did you just tell her that her physical health is not as important as the book?" Liam asked, his presence startling both of us.

"I-I" Amalee stuttered.

"Well?" Liam questioned.

"I just meant that-"

"No, she's still a human being ya know? And if you're worried about my Father, don't be. Lizzie's got him wrapped around his finger." He said.

I didn't want to know why he worded it that way. Wrapped around his finger? The man barely speaks to me. The few interactions we have had, were brief. Maybe that's just how he conducts his business.

"I'm sorry Liz," Amalee apologized.

"It's okay."

And like that, we got back to work. The only thing to keep me going is knowing when I get home I'm supposed to hang out with Erika. We're becoming pretty good friends, it's just our schedules are both crazy.

Hopefully Dylan can is around too. Lately, he's been around Jackson, which isn't a bad thing. I feel like I'm losing my best friend. Which has already happened to me once with Allison. I don't want to repeat that process.

"Hey, what are you doing later?" Liam asks, looking up from his cup of coffee.

"After I leave here?"

"No next week, of course after you leave here love," he chuckled.

"Hanging out with a friend, maybe my boyfriend later." I mentioned.

"I was wondering if you'd like to join my Father and I for dinner? He's in town and would love a chance to speak to you again."

"She'd love to!" Amalee nodded, sending a wink toward me.

My stomach felt heavy in my chest, twisting in a disgusting sort of way. I don't want to go. What I want is to go home, hang out with Erika and cuddle with my boyfriend. But here I am, going against my better judgement.

"Sure, why not?"

"Great. I'll have my driver pick you up at 8:30. We're going to The Fenway." He spoke, so casually.

Like The Fenway isn't one of the most expensive, exclusive clubs in Los Angeles.

Why do I feel so guilty about agreeing? At the end of the day, it's not my choice. It's barely my future anymore. I'm just going with what everyone else wants for my image. Not even what I want to be, or portray.