Another love

Still trying to figure out what the right thing to say here is. Just read the first chapter and you'll know if you like it.

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9. Day 4 @Liam

Waking up that morning was different than the other three days: I was not surprised where I was anymore, but a few seconds later I realised this was the last day waking up in that room. I went downstairs after I got dressed and found Liam already in the kitchen; he was preparing breakfast for both of us. “Good morning.” I greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. Liam put his hand on my left hip and gave me a kiss on my temple.  I stood next to him behind the stove and rested my head lightly on his shoulder. When the eggs were ready we sat down and ate them. After we were finished I grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. I turned around and Liam walked towards me. He put his hands around my face and leaned in for a kiss. It started with a light kiss before his tongue entered my mouth. The kiss was slow but passionate. Liam’s hands left my cheeks and went down my shoulders to my hips, where they rested for about thirty seconds. His hands travelled under my shirt up to just beneath my breasts. When he was about to unhook my bra I broke the kiss by whispering “I’m a virgin.” And immediately I backed away from Liam. He looked surprised at first but then a small smile appeared. I asked him why he was smiling on which he responded: “I like the idea of being the first one.” That idea apparently turned him on because he started kissing me again. I broke the kiss again “This means I don’t want to have sex today. I’m not ready.” Liam looked a little disappointed but he tried to hide it with a nod.

 

“How far did you go with your ex?” Liam asked. “About that, ehm, he’s not exactly my ex yet.” I responded nervously and Liam’s face became tense “Why haven’t you dumped him?”  He asked angry but cold “I wanted to break up last night, but it was already late in his time zone.” “Call him,” Liam commanded, “Call him right know.” I really didn’t want to break up with my boyfriend from school over the phone, but Liam was so intimidating that I got scared. So I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialled his number. Whilst waiting for him to pick up, Liam said “Oh, and do it in English.” Just then my boyfriend picked up “Melissa? Where are you? What’s going on?” –Wait a second, wait a second. Of course he didn’t speak English to me. As I told you earlier, English is not my mother language. I come from the Netherlands so my formal boyfriend spoke Dutch to me. The confusing thing is: because I talked in this phone conversation in English, he also started talking in English. I think the best way to express when he spoke which language is to italicize the sentences he talked Dutch, but I’m going to translate them to English. I hope you understand me. Okay, let’s move on, this is how the phone call went:

 

Melissa? Where are you? What’s going on?” “Hey, how are you?” “Don’t avoid my questions. Why aren’t you talking Dutch?” “I like English better, I guess. Anyway, I have to tell you something. I hate to do this over the phone, but it needs to be done right now.” “This is not you, Melissa. What happened?” “I’m breaking up with you.” I felt like an ice-princess, a cold heart for my own sake. I looked at Liam and he gave me a small nod, with that he left me alone to finish the conversation.  “Why?” I heard a weak voice from the phone after several seconds. “I love you, I really do but I found someone else.” “Am I not good enough for you?” “Let me explain it. I hope you will understand.” “Okay, explain.” “Tomorrow...” “So you’re coming to school tomorrow?” “Yeah.” I took a deep breath “I’m sorry.” And with that I ended the phone call.

 

I walked up to Liam and sat next to him on the couch. He wiped away the tears I hadn’t noticed. Then he started kissing my cheeks, my nose, my mouth, my neck, and his hands went up my body again. “I still don’t wanna have sex” I told him on neutral tone. Liam stopped with what he was doing and dropped his hands just as his head. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head lightly. I told him: “You know what? Next time we see each other, I’ll sleep with you” “When’s the next time?” “Depends.” “On what?” “On you” “How?” “You are busy with touring, so when do you have time? And where do you want to do it? I mean, it is my virginity and it would be nice to make it a memorable day or something, whatever you want, it depends on you” “you’re right, it shouldn’t be like this.” I probably own you an explanation why I didn’t want to have sex with Liam Payne right away, because I know you’re all thinking: If I was her I would be glad to give my virginity to Liam. The truth is I wanted to know if he really cared about me or if it was just for the sex. And I’m so glad I waited, ‘cause the next time we saw each other was amazing, but we’ll get to that later.

 

Once again, Liam asked me what I wanted to do, on which I responded: “Why don’t you think of something? You know this place better than I.” After a bit of thinking Liam suggested to go ice skating. I really needed some fresh air and I didn’t care anymore if we would be spotted and apparently Liam didn’t care either. As long as they wouldn’t know my name yet, everything was fine. Before we went to the rink, we bought a pair of simple gloves in town, because I didn’t have mine with me.

 

Ice skating was so much fun with Liam. I felt really Christmassy and as far as I could tell, nobody spotted Liam. It is quite boring though to tell you about everything that happened during the ice skating because there hasn’t anything specifically happened so I’m just going to skip to when we got at Liam’s apartment. We ate something there and then we went off to the airport. Liam was a real gentleman by driving me there and giving me a goodbye kiss. I got safe home.

 

Now, the next chapter is going to be a huge leap in time. Because everything you read in this story, isn’t actually what it was about all along. So stay tuned…

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