50 Shades of Payne

Not The Time For Reading.

"Behave yourself." I spoke sternly. I then released the pressure of my hips from Isabelle's small frame and strutted towards my room.

I'm not going to lie here, I'm fairly happy with myself. Definitely played the innocent act well before being the real Liam. She seems startled and scared, exactly the reaction I wanted. However, she isn't really my type. I don't normally go after girls like her.

Isabelle is about my height, a little shorter maybe. Her frame is small and doesn't have any popping features besides her long legs. Her platinum blonde hair is pinned atop her head in a nice bun while her face doesn't show any trace of makeup besides the little mascara causing her green eyes to contrast against the blackness. She seems classy though, dressed in a navy blue blazer with a white collared undershirt, paired with white flats and a navy knee length skirt. A thin black belt was looped around her middle giving the image that she had some curves. Like I said, not my type.

"Ready?" I walked back into the hall quickly pulling my act again. Isabelle was still stood in the same spot looking like a deer in headlights.

"Yeah. All packed?" She breathed while pushing herself from the wall and straightening out her outfit.

"Yep! And I went over the check list too. I've got all my papers and what not." I spoke whilst heading for the living room. Isabelle followed silently behind me.

"Okay the car is here that'll take us to the airport. Then we fly to New York." She spoke while putting her belongings in her purse and quickly walking towards the door. I just nodded and headed after her. This is going to be fun.

"Where will we be meeting the boys?" I questioned as we rode down the elevator.

"You don't get to see them till tomorrow at the signing."

"Hmm. K." I sighed.

Yeah, I put on an act most of them time but I still care about my band mates. They were good lads. The brothers I never had. Even though the don't know me any farther than puppy dog Liam. They don't need to know anywho. Its better off that way.

I walked up to the hotel front desk with Isabelle. I tried to catch my breath while she spoke to the receptionist. For being as small as she is, she meant business and was a fast little thing.

"Hi, Payne and Landon please. Reservations were made before hand." Isabelle spoke cooly.

"Room 401. Fourth floor." The receptionist handed her two cards.

"Oh. Um no. No no. Actually there's supposed to be two rooms. It says right here." Isabelle pointed to something on a sheet of paper, probably the reservation receipt.

"My apologies ma'am but we only have one room under.. Liam Payne." The lady spoke.

"Well can I please get another room?" She argued back flopping her credit card on the counter ahead of her.

"Sorry, we're booked. Its either room 401 or nothin'."

Isabelle just scoffed and headed towards the elevator. I barely made it through the doors before we were off. The slow rise to the fourth floor was silent before she spoke up.

"Are you hungry? Dinner? My treat?" Her soft eyes met mine, making my brain stop for a minute. I quickly shook myself free of my stupidity.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled as the doors opened.

Isabelle scanned the card over the little magnetic box on the front of the door. It beeped and turned green indicating we could go in. As we walked in, Isabelle dropped her bags and sighed. I looked to where her gaze was falling. One bed. And a small one at that.