One Month

Liam and Danielle broke up -- Again. Management doesn't want the media to give Liam a bad image, so they set him up with an actress. They have no idea what they both signed up for. Once they meet face to face, they realized that they already dated. They both want out, but management has them stay together for at least a month; then, if they don't like it, they can split. But a split for another couple might come early.

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8. e i g h t

~Liam's POV~

 

Her hair whipped across her shoulder when she turned around. Jennifer was absolutely stunning; the moonlight ricocheted off her body, making her shine brighter than all the stars.

By now, Louis rode the limo off into the night and no other cars were to be seen. I had crossed the way carefully, just in case a vehicle emerged from the darkness.

I placed the purple tulips in front of her while sticking out my other hand when I reached the opposite side of the road and Jennifer gladly accepted both.

I helped her step off the curb and escorted her to the small set up for our date. She dropped the flowers in the vase in the center as I helped her be seated.

"It was too late for dinner when I had set up everything, so I just had the lads and ladies bake a cake." I chuckled awkwardly.

She smiled warmly, "It's perfect." And it truly felt like everything was.

"Red velvet is still your favorite, right?" I asked as I revealed the cake from underneath a platter.

"When wasn't it?" Jennifer beamed, she hasn't changed in the slightest bit from when we were younger. She watched me as I cut the cake into slices very slowly, making her anxious.

"Hungry?" I smirked as her stomach growled lightly.

She blushed, but hid her face through her golden hair. "Haven't ate since lunch, actually."

"That's a good thing - I mean, it's bad that you haven't ate since then but - it's a big cake that we can probably finish is what I'm trying to say." I laughed slightly.

She stood up leisurely, with her eyes flickering from the cake, to me and back to the cake. Had i known her intent, I would have tried to stop it, but at the last minute, her hand swiped through the frosting and she painted a beard on my chin.

With my eyes clenched shut, I could only hear her light laughter ringing through my ears. My eyelids fluttered open and Jennifer had bitten her lip with amusement as I took her slice of cake in my hand and patted her on the head with it.

She shrieked with contentment and yelled, "You are so going to pay for this!"

"How much do you need?" I joked.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Very funny, you already know the type of payment I want; revenge."

"Don't say anything you'll regret. I always win, always." I smiled matter-of-factually, satisfied with myself until she forced a pout.

"Fine, I give up. I don't want to waste the cake, actually, I just want to eat!" Jennifer exclaimed.

I cut the rest of the cake into seven more slices - as the eighth slice was still atop her head - and we ate until the platter was polished clean, with an occasional crumb.

"It's still a beautiful night, only a quarter to eleven. Let's take a walk back to the apartment." Jennifer looked up at the sky in awe.

I attempted to sound like a gentleman from a 1950's movie, "Sounds like a lovely idea, milady. Shall I have your hand?" I stuck out my right hand and she gladly accepted it.

Half way down the street, she bursted into little snickers, the cause of her amusement remained unknown until she stopped laughing.

"What's so funny?" I scrunched up my face.

Her smile brightened as she spoke, "I find it difficult to believe that Liam Payne of One Direction," she shouted, "is not being followed by paparazzi on his very first date with a new girlfriend."

I looked around, confused on why I wasn't being bombarded with questions of 'Payzer', "I guess their either hiding in the bushes and taking photographs or covering another Justin Bieber story."

"Well, I'm not going to question the harmonious sound of silence." Jennifer grinned. I shrugged and leaned downwards to peck the tip of her nose and continued walking.

The walk was mostly quiet, we frequently looked at each other and shared kisses. Other than that, only the rhythm of the crickets made noise.

 

~Jennifer's POV~

 

I could tell Liam disliked my silence, but it was an involuntary silence. Guilt flew through my stomach.I couldn't stop thinking about how hurt Louis was. He had no right to be upset at me just because he had Eleanor and didn't want me at the time.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone vibrating in my hand, Perrie sent me a text.

Perrie: I think you should get to yours and Liam's flat ASAP!

I flashed my phone to Liam and he read the text out loud, "What happened?" He pondered.

"I don't know, but we obviously need to be there right now!" I freaked. "How are we going to get there? I don't even know where we are."

"It's only a couple blocks up north. We'll be there in thirty minutes, tell her.

Jennifer: Liam said it'll have to wait for 30 minutes because it'll take a while to walk.

Perrie: Don't take too much time because the flat is in shambles!

"She says the flat is trashed and that we need to hurry because I know that it was cleaned when I left it." I explained desperately.

He panicked "Then what are you waiting for, jump on my back and I'll run us there."

"So much for a perfect night..." I mumbled as I climbed onto his back, heels in hand, and him running twice the speed of light.

Liam let me down when we reached our tenement building and we rode the elevator up to our floor and found Perrie's shocked expression staring into the doorway.

I was the first to walk in, pained by the memory of last night and this morning, though it seems so long ago. The family room resembled the mess of how the hotel room Louis and I woke up at was in the morning.

As I tread further into the mess, I opened up the fridge. Since I found my phone in there this morning, I believed something could be in there. Sure enough, a tiny folded paper sat on top of an empty shelf.

I crumpled it up as soon as I read it, feeling like I need to burst into flames. Louis Tomlinson is one dead son of a gun.

I remember.

-LT

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