So This is Love?

Juliet Roberts is surprised to find the one and only Liam Payne staying in her house while her parents are on vacation in Cape Cod. At first she feels like just a young Mom, caring for another. But dreams and urges to just kiss him and have him hold her forever can't be normal for every hard core Directioner, right? If not...then is this love?

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3. A Break of Fame

I woke up to blinding sunlight, with Liam's hand in mine. He was so cute when he was asleep. I sat up and stretched out. He moaned as I opened the blinds of my window.

"Oh my gosh," he said, blinded by the suddenly burst if light.

"Sorry," I said. "It's 10:00 AM, are you ready for some breakfast?"

"Sure!" He said.

He followed me downstairs. I noticed how he was very observant, looking at every baby picture of me that we had hanging up. "Are these pictures of you?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Mom doesn't like throwing away anything that has a story, or some sort of memory to go with it. I don't know how she's gonna live through my wedding."

"Haha," he laughed.

"Pancakes?" I said, reaching for a bowl.

"Sounds great!" He answered.

I got everything I needed; eggs, flour, milk, water, butter, and pancake batter. Liam washed his hands.

"We might not be eating for a while," I said. "It might take a while to cook all the batter. You might want to wash your hands a little later."

"Who said I was eating now? I want to help!" He said, as if I should have known that.

We added the ingredients, talking and laughing. Suddenly his face softened. "Pancaked remind me of Niall," he said.

I immediately stopped laughing. "I know you miss them. Just know you can stay as long as you like," I assured him.

"What about when your parents get home?" He asked, stirring the batter. It smelled amazing.

I didn't know what to tell him. "It will be fine. I'm sure there is a Directioner somewhere who can keep you safe until you can get reunited with the band."

"I don't want just a random Directioner. Don't get me wrong. I love my fans, but...I love hanging out here. You've been so nice. I can see you as a mother one day, if your mother can handle it." I was surprised he snapped out of the seriousness so fast.

"She will. She has to!" I said.

"Well, all I know is that I love hanging out here. What are we going to do today?" He wondered.

Once again, I was totally unsure what to tell him. What were we going to do? "Uh, I don't know. We can go somewhere, but we will have to be careful. If we make the littlest crack on my BMW, my father will kill me."

"You mean his BMW?"

"No, mine. It's used, but hey, it's a convertible."

"Awesome!" I could tell he was excited. "Let's leave immediately after breakfast!"

"You took the words right out of my mouth!"

After breakfast, I led him to my parents' room to change into one of the three other outfits he had in the bag he brought when he arrived. I changed in my own room, into a tank top and shorts. I styled my hair into a messy bun behind my head.

Downstairs, I grabbed a purse and packed the essentials; water bottles, granola bars, cell phone, tissues, keys(house and car), and a couple other things. Liam came down a couple minutes after I was ready, his hair styled, his clothes smooth, and his sneakers tied tightly.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah. Where should we go?" I wondered aloud.

"We could go shopping," he suggested, but I immediately saw the mistake in that.

"There will be Directioners everywhere on such a perfect Saturday. We need to go somewhere where no one can just randomly GO as soon as they find out where you are."

"How about an expensive theme park?" He suggested.

"Well, my dad does work for Disney. I can get myself and two others in for free. Any park."

"I have heard Epcot is cool," he said.

"Perfect. Epcot is by FAR my favorite."

We left the house and I locked the door. We got into my car and I started it. As we drove, I turned on the radio. I think God knew, because "Moments" was playing, precisely 3.5 seconds from Liam's solo. If he sang...I would have a heart attack and die, right there.

Just as I thought, he sang. He hit the notes just right. His voice blended with the recorded version, sliding through the song as if we were on a waterside. He began to roll down the window,but I was wise, and used my special driver-powers to roll it right back up and lock it.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"Do you want somebody to see you and rat you out to the press?" I asked.

"No..." He said.

We arrived in no time, parking incredibly close to the park, which was lucky, since we would be walking anyway. I couldn't risk having him mobbed by fans on the Tram.

We entered with no recognition from any of the cheerful cast members.

"Where should we go first?" I let him decide.

"Test Track!" He said, with no thought. We headed over.

The wait was 10 minutes, which was good for one of the most popular rides in Disney. We entered the que, chatting and making comments on the decor.

Finally on the ride, we twisted and turned through the test track, jerking and spinning. Once off, we checked our picture.

"Oh, no..." I mumbled. I noticed a group of huddled girls pointing at our picture, and suddenly I understood.

I leaned in to him, and whispered, "Run." We bolted out of there, out of the building, and into the busy streets of Epcot. We dodged all kinds of tourists, most in cheesy Disney T-Shirts.

We run until we arrived at the Captain Eo show. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

"Tell me why we just randomly ran from the building. I wanted to take a picture with one of those cars in the showroom!" He said.

"Really? Because I don't think you would have wanted to. I saw a group of five or six girls pointing at our picture. I think they recognized you. That's why we ran."

"Why are we here?" He asked.

"This is like, a 20 minute show. You can enjoy it while I think of other ways to keep your identity...secret."

"Why can't you just enjoy the show?" He asked.

"Because I've seen in 10 dozen times, and I'll see it again in the future. I just want you to have fun, a break from fame. Now that you're in, there's no way out. Ur fame will decrease eventually, but no one will ever forget One Direction."

"You have a point." He said. "What's this show about?"

I explained the show to him. With Michael Jackson as the Captain with a crazy team, their mission to bring a gift to a very ugly ruler of a barren land, and the bug musical number at the end, he seemed pretty interested. Once in the theater, we got our seats and I opened the map, looking for unbusy, fun places where Liam would have fun but not get noticed.

Then I got an idea.

After the show, I led Liam to a store. "Here..." I said, pulling a pair of shades, a hat, and a sweatshirt from the racks of merchandise and shoving them into his hands.

"What's all this for?" He asked.

"Ill tell you in a minute," I said, paying for the stuff.

I led him to a bench behind a tree in an empty area near the store where we just stopped. I slipped the shades onto his face, pulled the hat over his head, and helped him into the sweater.

"There," I said. "If anybody else notices you, but try to sink into your new disguise. Now we won't have to be as careful, but still, I want you to remain cautious. I will too, but like, in the men's room and stuff," I explained.

"You...are brilliant," he said, and he flashed me one of his flawless smiles. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
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