Born to Love You

"What more do you want to know about me?" Liam asked with a laugh as we laid under a tree  at the local park; my head on his chest.

"Anything and everything about you, Liam." I whispered as I trailed the tip of my index finger on his chest; tracing an invisible pattern.

Liam chuckled and ran a hand through my hair before playing with the ends of my hair, "I have two turtles; Archimedes and Boris. My dad works at a factory that assembles aeroplanes."

"Really? I've always wanted to go to an aeroplane factory. Have you been to one?" I asked softly; genuinely curious.

"A few times."

"What's it like?"

"It's like they're playing with Legos. It's a fun place to visit. Arie, I also want to know everything about you."

"I'm not a particularly interesting person."

"Then explain why I'm so interested and in love with you?" Liam asked cheekily.

I smiled, "Touché. I love you, too. What more can I tell you?"

"Your childhood hopes and dreams?"

"Fair enough. When I was 5, I wanted to be a commoner." I whispered against his clothed chest and he chuckled.

"Normally, 5-year olds want to be princesses." He teased.

"That would have been too mainstream," I answered with a laugh. "Not to mention, stupid. I used to have nannies."

"Nannies? As in... nannies?"

"Yes. Nannies as in plural form. My mum didn't raise me like your mums did with you guys. I grew up with nannies. I'm still the luckiest out of me and my siblings, though. I got to spend time with my mum since she brought me along to state dinners and parties since I had an HRH title while they didn't."

"I've always been curious about that. How come you have a title while your brother and sister don't?"

"Some say that it's because I'm the favorite child and granddaughter, others say that my mum finally gave in and wanted one of her children to be officially in line for the throne."

"Aren't your brother and sister still in line for the throne?"

"They are. Though, they're 8th and 9th in line. I'm now 7th in line since grandmummy updated the hierarchy."

"Has anyone, you know, doubted you?"

"I've had a lot of doubters. Lots of tabloids said that I would probably lead England into bankruptcy if I became Queen." I laughed bitterly and Liam hugged me closer to him before kissing the crown of my head.

"You will become a great Queen if the time comes for you to take your place on the throne."

"I know I will... if you're right there beside me."

"A commoner can't become a royal."

"Then explain why Kate is in the family? Aunty Sarah? I mean, Sarah Ferguson? Anne Boleyn? Camilla?"

"Right, I forgot. But, the question is... would everyone in your family welcome me? I'm not rich, Arie. My dad doesn't work as a big shot business man. My mum is only a housewife. My sisters aren't married to any of the royal guard. I'm not of noble descent."

"Everyone in my family will like you, Liam. It's impossible not to like you. If they don't like you, though, I'll have to abdicate my HRH title." I answered seriously. Liam looked down at me with a frown on his face and I smoothed his creased eyebrows with the pad of my thumb.

"Don't even think about ruining your future just because of me." Liam stated seriously.

I looked at him curiously, a frown tugging on my lips, "Don't you want to be with me, Liam?"

"Of course I want to be with you forever, Arie. But, not when I know that I'm going to ruin a very bright future that's already been laid out for you." He whispered sadly before caressing my cheek. I laid my head on his chest and hugged him tightly; never wanting to let go.

"You're not, Liam. You're not going to ruin anything. I promise you. You're not ruining anything. I had no future before you came, Liam. Please don't leave me. Please. I beg of you." I pleaded quietly as tears welled up in my eyes. My eyes shut themselves to keep the tears at bay, but, a traitorous tear managed to escape and roll down my cheek before landing on Liam's shirt.

"Ssh, I'm never going to leave you, Arie. I love you too much to do that." Liam consoled me; wiping the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

"Never ever? You promise?"

"With all my heart."

"Even if we're miles apart?"

"Even if we're worlds apart."

I smiled slightly and leaned up to press my lips against his in a very sensual yet innocent way.

"Liam?" I whispered against his lips.

"Yes, love?" He asked silently; pecking my lips.

"I-"

"There they are!" Someone yelled from behind us and in an instant, we were surrounded by paparazzi people; snapping away at their cameras.

Liam pulled me up to my feet and hugged me to his chest before walking away from the cameras that continued snapping away. A lot of reporters followed us and fired questions which made Liam hold me tighter.

"Princess! Princess!" Someone in the crowd yelled and I buried my face further into Liam's chest to spare my dignity; a member of the royal family mustn't show any kind of weakness. I mustn't show any weakness. And then, I felt someone forcefully yank my arm back which caused me to stumble back and wince in pain. Luckily, though, Liam was holding me. But, that didn't mean that he was alright with what had happened.

"Don't touch her! Back off!" Liam yelled angrily. I closed my eyes and clutched his shirt as a motion for him to calm down. I've never seen or even heard Liam get angry. It's just... it doesn't happen.

"Come on, Arie. Only a block more." Liam whispered and kissed the crown of my head before quickening his pace.

In a matter of minutes, we reached his flat and he hurriedly opened the door before shutting the paparazzi outside. Immediately, he held me at arms' length and examined every part of my body that was visible.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly; cupping my cheeks and looking into my eyes.

I nodded, "Yes,"

"Are you sure? I need to check your shoulder if you dislocated anything. The bloody bastard that pulled your arm pulled really hard." He whispered and kissed my lips.

"I'm fine, Liam."

"I need to check, Arie."

"Alright."

***

So, I stood there in front of the mirror in Liam's bathroom with my jacket and shirt off; leaving me in just my bra and jeans.

"May I come in now?" Liam asked from the other side of the door like the gentleman that he is.

"Of course." I answered and turned to the door when it opened. My eyes connected with Liam's and couldn't help but bring my arms up to cover myself.

He walked towards me and gently put a hand on my left arm before lowering it to my side and doing the same to the other arm; all-the-while sporting a blush on his face which I'm sure was identical to the one on mine.

"Nothing seems to be dislocated... or bruised." He whispered hoarsely; his gaze trailing down to my chest and snapping back up to my eyes.

Suddenly, our mouths were connected in a very heated kiss. I jumped up into his awaiting arms and wrapped my legs around his waist as he rushed over to place me on the counter top. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons and, eventually, I managed to slip the article of clothing off his shoulders.

Our mouths delved with each other's as our hands explored each other's bodies. And then, in a very bold move, Liam got frisky and cupped one of my breasts in his hands which made me moan into his mouth.

"Oh God, Liam." I moaned as I threw my head back in pleasure. Liam took that as a sign to attach his wonderful lips to my neck and started giving me love bites. One of my hands twined itself in his hair while the other grazed the bulge in his pants; making him moan against my neck.

And then, I decided to be bold and slip my hand down his pants and grasp his erection; making him gasp in surprise and then let out a loud moan when I started pumping my hand up and down.

"A-Arie," He stammered before moaning again; bucking his hips into my hand.

I got off the counter and knelt in front of Liam before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers to reveal his throbbing erection. I grasped it in my right hand and kissing the tip; making Liam hiss in anticipation.

"Liam!? Arie!? Oh geez!" Someone yelled in surprise from behind me. I looked up and blushed madly when I saw a very flustered Niall.