He doesent say a word, just gets up and gives you a bag.
"Pack only what you need, we won't have much room," He says.
You get up and grab 7 shirts from your closet, 5 pairs of pants, converse, more converse, more converse, and one last pair of converse. Liam grabs your makeup bag from the bathroom and stuffs it into your already crammed bag.
"I need my razor and shampoo," You tell him, so he grabs them for you and stuffs them into the last pocket on your bag.
He sends a quick text and says, "We're flying privately so that our identity won't get released. Nobody can know about this, not the boys, not Simon, nobody."
He helps you with your crutch and helps you walk outside where to your surprise, Paul is waiting. Liam helps you into the car and. starts talking to Paul.
"Where to Liam?"
"Our private plane, we're going on a little vacation. No telling anybody."
"Okay, you have my word."
You're at the airport in 30 minutes.
"Thanks Paul," You say, getting out of the car.
You go through all the board in procedures and are soon on the plane, but its hard because of your foot. There's two sets of four seats facing each other, with flat-screens above each set. You pick a seat away from the windows and sit down. Liam sits down next to you. You really don't know what to think. You just had to evacuate the place where you've lived since you first got together with Liam. Your fathers in London wanting to kill you. Nobody knows about any of this besides Liam. You don't know where you're going. You start to wonder if you'll ever go home again, or if you'll be stuck running away from a killer for the rest of your life. Liam turns on the TV but you don't watch it, you just sit and stare at the floor.
"Why so quiet?" Liam asks.
"Just thinking," You say, not moving your stare from the floor.
The plane starts to take off and you start to feel really puky. You absolutely hated flying. You remember that you have absolutely no clue where you're going.
"Liam?"
"Yeah love?"
"Where are we going?"
"Were going to New York City."