Niall Horan, Harry Styles, and Liam Payne are just three out of five members of One Direction whose solo careers are taking off. What Niall doesn't plan on is having a sexy redhead novelist walking into his life while Harry Styles is busy chasing af...
I had a busy day at work and was on my way back home when I got a text message from Liam. I looked down at my phone and read the text message. The text didn't say anything. Instead, he sent me an address followed by an actual text message seconds later which read, "My place @ 6 p.m."
I smiled and rolled my eyes before sliding my phone back into my purse. When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes and decided to put something a tad bit more fancy on. I wanted to look nice when I went over to Liam's tonight so I decided to wear a white dress with black roses along with matching heels.
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I made it to Liam's penthouse so I knocked on the door. He definitely lived on the upper side of Manhattan but what do you expect from a member of One Direction? Or just a celebrity in general. The door opened and I was greeted by Liam, dressed in jeans, a white shirt that was covered with a black jacket. He was no doubt appealing to the eyes but I wasn't going to let myself fall to the floor and start worshipping the ground he walked on. If anything, he would be doing that for me.
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"Good evening," Liam greeted with a smile on his face. "I'm glad you came especially since you didn't reply to my text message. I wasn't sure you were gonna show up."
I smiled and walked into Liam's penthouse. I looked around and saw that Liam kept a nice place. It was modern, clean, and tidy. No doubt a bachelor pad though.
"You look stunning!" Liam complimented.
I turned around and smiled.
"Thank you." I acknowledged. "I hope you don't mind wine because I brought a bottle."
"I don't mind at all," Liam assured as he took the bottle from me and went into the kitchen where he opened the bottle and poured both of us a glass.
I grabbed my wine glass and raised it to my lips as I took a sip. Liam followed my lead.
"Mm, this is a delicious bottle."
"It better be," I chuckled. "It's Chateau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac, 2010. It cost me $1,299.99."
"Is it safe to say that you like your wine?" Liam asked.
"What would you expect from an Italian woman?"
Liam smiled, as he looked down at his glass.
"What about you, Mr. Payne? Anything in particular that catches your attention?"
Liam chuckled and replied, "Unfortunately too many types of alcohol capture my attention."
"You're an alcoholic?"
"Not necessarily," Liam responded. "I just enjoy it too much so I tend to stay away from it."
"I respect that."
The conversation ended and silence flooded the room. It became awkward so I continued to sip my wine. I started looking around his penthouse and noticed a picture on the fridge so I stood up and walked over to the fridge. It was a picture of Liam with a young boy.
"Is this your son?" I asked.
"Indeed it is," Liam answered. "That's my 2-year-old son, Bear."
"Bear?!"
"Yes."
"Unique name," I commented. "Is the baby mama famous as well?"
"Um, his mother is Cheryl Cole."
I looked back at Liam. My eyes were wide open.
"What?" He blurted out.
"You mean to tell me that you dated Cheryl a woman ten years older than you, then you dated Maya Henry who was eight years younger than you! Liam, you are all over the place." I explained.
Liam fell silent. Did I cross a line? I slowly walked over to Liam.
"I didn't mean to insult you," I confessed.
"You're fine," Liam assured. "You're also right. I have been with many women and I haven't found the right one until now."
I did my best to not blush.
Liam quickly reached for his Polaroid camera.
"What are you doing?" I inquired.
"Hold still," Liam instructed as he took a picture of me.
He pulled the polaroid out of the camera and placed it on the counter. I looked down at the photo and waited for the picture to clear up before it revealed a simple picture of me smiling. I grabbed a black Sharpie and quickly signed my name at the bottom of the picture.
"It's a good thing you didn't get it wrong this time," I whispered, as I referred back to Liam's dating past. "I'll show you that I am nothing like your exes."
Liam bit his lip and slowly leaned in but before his lips reached mine, I gently placed my pointer finger on his lips and smirked, "Dinner first."
