*Two Weeks Later*
It's not even the beginning of June yet, and I am done with school. It's safe to say that I have survived my first year of college, and it feels great. What a better way to start of the summer than celebrating with friends and cocktails. Haha just kidding. I have a 6 AM flight to L.A. Liam and I we are...I don't know what we are. Although we may be on the best of terms, I promised him that I would be at this red carpet event with him, so that's what I'm gonna do. The last thing he needs is any more rumors swirling around, especially about our ever so confusing relationship status. When my alarm wakes me up at 3 AM the next morning I do not hesitate to groan, and bury my face in my pillow. After gathering the last of my belongings and making myself some coffee, I give Si one last kiss and leave the house. To my surprise JFK is fairly empty, and I get to sit all by myself on the flight. Only 3 and a half hours until I'll be in sunny California. Until then I am going to try and get some sleep.
I can't help but have mixed feeling as I am getting off the plane, how is this visit going to turn out? Is it going to be strange seeing him with our relationship being as rocky as is it? Will I leave with a boyfriend/fiancé, or single and bitter? We shall see. Management suggested that Liam wait for me at the hotel instead of picking me up at the airport to prevent tons of fans and paps from showing up. Anything that keeps me from getting trampled is okay with me.
The car ride to the hotel is quiet very quiet, probably because it's still so damn early, but also because I am nervous. The same butterflies I always get in my stomach right before I see him are starting to form, more intense than ever. This just adds to my anxiousness. I don't have much time to collect myself before I am escorted by security into the hotel where Liam is waiting for me. Here goes nothing.