Chapter Sixteen - Where They Head To New York
Julian's Pov
After ice cream last night I felt a little better about taking her to New York. She seemed a little happier today and I let her sleep for the flight there, it was kind of a long one and it was late so we slept most of the way and woke up when they announced we landing.
"Landing's my favorite part." Bailey yawned and stretched making her sound adorable. She sat her seat up and leaned her head against my shoulder and the plane was dropping down until we could see the airport right in front of us.
A smile graced her lips as we landed and we were pulled forward with the force and she sat back and closed her eyes, enjoying the little bit of time it took to come to a slow roll as we began pulling into the gate. It was late so we didn't have to wait for one.
We got off, got our bags and picked up a rental car before going to the hotel.
"Did you get separate rooms?" she asked me suspiciously
"Not yet, if this is out little vacation before filming then I'm keeping you until it starts, we're moving hotels In a few days" I was kind of annoyed about having to get two rooms and it had nothing to do with the price, all to the fact that I'm tired of not having her.
We're together, she's my damn girlfriend but she's not fully mine and it bothers me.
"Okay. How about for two weeks we sleep apart and I'll sleep in your room the last week that you're here since I won't see you for a week." At least that was something.
"Only if I get to steal you once a week." I wasn't really in a place to argue on this but if she was going to allow a little give then I would try to take full advantage of it.
"One night." She agreed to, now I would only have to sleep without her for less than half of those nights and I think I could manage that. Bailey and I haven't stayed the night together for more than two nights since rehab; damn that was a long time ago.
I've been out four months already, by the time I go home it's going to be almost half a year and it doesn't feel like it's been that long at all, it feels more like weeks than months.
"Tired baby?" I asked her when we got to the hotel and parked and she nodded sleepily, she looked like she could fall over any minute. We were staying at a hotel in the city which had a beautiful view. We were only staying here until filming started and then we would have to be quite a distance north but I wanted to enjoy New York with her.
They were three hours ahead here and we would be feeling it in the morning.
I checked us in and I wrapped my arm around her as we went up to the second floor from the top, I didn't need a penthouse and she would freak out if I got one but I did get a suite on the highest floor that I could and when we walked into the room and saw a wall of windows looking into the city, I had no regrets about picking this room.
"Wow." She walked slowly to the windows and I followed behind her.
"Do you like it?" I asked and she nodded, leaning back against me when I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"It's amazing." The buildings were all lit up and with being so high there were some even beneath us and other that felt like miles taller.
"I could look at this all day."
"Me too, I've been thinking about buying a place here since I came here a couple years ago, it's amazing here. If you could get a home anywhere, where would you want one?" I asked her
"Somewhere tropical on the beach, I love the beach." We were in no shortage of those back home she leaned a little more on me and I kissed her forehead
"Let's get some sleep." She didn't argue as she went into the room to change and I just stripped down and put on some shorts, she opened the door letting me know I could come in and she was already in bed waiting for me.
As soon as I got in too she had wrapped her arms around my side and rested her head on my chest, her leg thrown over mine. I used the arm she was laying on to play with her hair and I ran my thumb right at the side of her knee and it didn't even take her five minutes to fall asleep and I was right behind her.
The morning came way too quickly so I shut the alarm off and set it for another four or so hours; why we decided to leave at night was beyond me. We got here at three in the morning and it was already seven and I was in no mood to really be up before noon.
"Julian." She mumbled
"Back to sleep, we'll get up for lunch" I complained and she didn't protest either, just went back to bed and I was woken up by a knock on the door after shutting the alarm off again at eleven, but this time I actually had to get up.
I grabbed a shirt and I had arranged for food to be brought at noon so I let them bring it in and gave the guy a tip before going to wake Bailey up. I had a hard time bringing myself to wake her up because she looked so beautiful and so sweet as she slept, she was tired and I didn't want to disturb her but I had to or the food would get cold.
"Come on pretty girl, time to get up." I started gently and I leaned over her to kiss her forehead then her temple, I kissed her cheek and she started to stir. "Do you want food baby?" I asked and I jumped when her eyes suddenly opened
"I like food." She whispered and I stared at her before I started laughing and she smiled
"You are so creepy." She merely shrugged before yawning and stretching as she sat up, she does this adorable squeak thing when she yawns and it always makes my mornings better, fuck I've gone soft, so damn soft for her.
"Where's the food?" she looked around the room and I pushed her back onto the bed to tickle some damn sense into her.
"I wake you up and I don't get a kiss or a good morning, just where's the food?" I asked and she nodded
"Food is important." She wasn't too ticklish but she was at least a little bit which was better than nothing.
"And I'm not? I'm hurt." I stopped and she rolled her eyes
"You will be if you don't feed me." and then she pouted, eyes wide and not quite the full lip but enough to make me feel sad that I hadn't already gotten her food and that I had to see this look.
"You're good." And so what did I do? I got up and brought the cart thing in here so she could have her damn food. I'm just happy she likes eating because there was a time when she flat our refused to and she lost some weight and it scared me.
"I'm so tired." She groaned as I handed her a plate
"New York is three hours ahead, does this mean you don't want to look around, we're only here a few days and I can bring you back but it wouldn't be for months."
"Let me eat and shower and then we'll figure out what to do next, though anything would be fine."
"I love that you're so low maintenance."
"Much to my father's disappointment and my mother's horror." She rolled her eyes
"Now that's classy." She smiled, that secret kind of smile I always caught her doing, one that was to herself and made me wish I could read minds so I knew what she was thinking, she never told me so I stopped asking.
"I'm all about class." She told me dramatically, though she wasn't classless, she just didn't care about appearances like her mother wanted her too, she was just normal and that was why I was with her. I wanted to be normal with her.
"Your sarcasm is very much appreciated. What do you think your parents would say about us?" I asked her, I know they didn't matter but I was curious
"Well It would be naïve of me to think they're going to leave me alone, they'll probably play the worried parents but they'll be glad that I'm with someone rich so they would look better. They have a famous soccer player son and daughter dating rich and oh so attractive movie star and singer. They'll try to get something out of it of course."
"And what do you think they'll say about your tattoo?" I asked, something tells me that Jensen and Kelly Chandler are not pro body ink.
"They'll absolutely hate it which is a bonus." She was so cheerful about it, it made her happy that it would annoy the crap out of her parents.
"You think I'm sexy huh?" I asked her suddenly, catching her off guard and her face got this light pink color to it.
"I said attractive." She corrected as she set her plate aside and went to get up "Now if you'll excuse me I need a shower." She went to get up and I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me so she couldn't get away.
"It's okay pretty girl, I know I'm sexy, you can say it." I teased her and her face just turned a darker shade and she cleared her throat uncomfortably.
"Uh, I'm, shower." She wouldn't look at me.
"Does that word make you uncomfortable?" I asked but I knew it did and I found that very amusing.
"No." she mumbled
"You're sexy too baby." I whispered in her ear and goosebumps coated her skin and I trailed my fingers lightly down her arm
"Shut up." She tried to pull away from me but I rolled her underneath me, she didn't stand a chance, tiny, tiny woman.
"Okay." I kissed her and she responded instantly. It was nice to be able to kiss her and not have to worry about Kylie or Drew knocking on the damn door, which has happened quite a few times. I swear Kylie could no longer function without her and I don't know what she's going to do with her gone for three weeks.
Kylie was a fucking mess right now and Caleb was going to have his hands full and I bet he'll be begging Bailey by the end of the week to come back even earlier.
I let her arms go slowly and she wrapped them around me and I was the first to pull away from her because I could think of other things I'd rather be doing. We were in a suite with New York right outside the window, the city was beautiful and so was she.
I wanted to take these damn clothes off her and make love to her all day until the sun went down and the city lit up and then still not stop.
"You should go take a shower." I told her and I could hear the heaviness to my voice, she nodded and bolted from the room. Her moving in was going to solve one problem and cause a whole other one.
"I'm sorry." Was the last thing she said before she shut the door, not even giving me the chance to tell her not to be.
I hated when she was sorry because it wasn't her fault and it was just difficult right now. I wanted cocaine, I wanted whisky and I wanted sex and it wasn't fair to her to make her feel sorry for it, this was on me and I needed to just try harder.
I needed to keep moving forward and stop dwelling.
She came out a little later and she didn't say anything about earlier and I didn't know what to say about it that I haven't said a hundred times before.
"I'm the one who's sorry Bailey, I love you." and we left it at that, we didn't want to have this fight, yet again. It was tiring and frustrating and one of us, usually her, ended up with her feelings hurt and I was just so tired of hurting her at this point.
Was I ever going to be good for her?
"What do you want to do first?" she asked in that soft voice, the one I knew meant she was either feeling awkward, shy or embarrassed right now and I didn't want her feeling any of those.
"Whatever you want, fuck at this point I would take you to Europe if it made you feel better and would get you to stop looking at me like that." I hated when she did that, like I was a stranger or a ticking time bomb.
"Just take me somewhere." So I took her to the Brooklyn botanic gardens because it was the most beautiful and peaceful place I could think to take her and I really wanted her to be surrounded by that and maybe it would help bring us some inner peace as well and then I would take her to central park before we started seeing the actual city tomorrow.