The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 36

I swallowed hard pushing my hands through my hair. I let out a slow breath and waited a few minutes to see if he would come back; Nathan would have, but Liam never did.

I slowly got up from the bed, still a little shaky and went into the bathroom. I'm not really sure why. I just stood there, staring at my reflection for a few minutes before I turned back around.
I steadied myself against the door frame as it hit me like a wall. I collapsed to my knees and sobbed; I didn't know what else to do. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe, I almost made myself sick.

After I'd finally calmed myself down, I took a few much needed deep breaths and got to my feet.
I stared at the phone sitting on the night table for a long time and fought whether or not I should call Noel and ask him to come and get me; or front me the money so I could fly home.

I decided against it and cleaned up the pieces of broken glass instead.
I spent another good hour and a half trying to figure out why Liam was so fucking upset in the first place; he hadn't woken up this morning with thought of Jean-Pierre planted in his head.
I went back so far as the tour we'd just come off of, and for the life of me I couldn't find one thing that would have upset him.
I wondered maybe if he really did know about Noel and me. Like Noel had said, Liam wasn't stupid; so maybe he knew, maybe he's known all along and he's just waiting for me to fess up.

Maybe not.

I wasn't a hundred percent sure, and I wasn't about to go asking questions outing myself. If he was just mad for the sake of being mad and this was just typical Liam, I really hoped that he wasn't going to make a regular thing of it. He'd already done it once before, I didn't like it then and I still didn't like it now; especially since it had escalated to throwing the closest thing within reach.

I trusted Liam, in my heart I knew he loved me, he had never hit me or given me reason to think he might; until now.
For the first time since I'd met him I was truly afraid of him. For that split second when he looked at me after he threw the ashtray, the blood pounded in my ears and I thought for sure that he was going to hit me, but he never did.

I sat in the room by myself as the sky outside grew darker and it got later and later.

I jumped when the phone rang on the night table. I picked up the receiver with a frown.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Gallagher?"

I blinked in confusion, before I found my voice again. "Y-yeah, I guess that would be me" it was weird hearing someone call me that.

"You have someone here at the front desk for you, should I send them up?"

"Who?" I asked confused. "If it's for Liam, he's not here"

"No, ma'am, they've come to see you"

I was even more confused. "Well yeah, I guess so, as long as they're not going to kill me or something"

I could hear a hint of amusement in the guy’s voice. "I don't believe so"

I hung up the phone and my mind raced with who could be downstairs; to see me. Had Liam called Noel?

Or one of the other guys? My Mom? Sally?
None of those options made sense; no one knew we were here. I glanced at the clock before I got up off the bed, it was after ten; Liam had left at two, some honeymoon.

I went to open the door and meet my mystery guest in the hallway, but apparently I'd stood staring at the wall trying to figure out who they were for longer than I'd thought because as I reached for the doorknob there was a hard knock.

I opened the door and my eyes had half a second to register that my mystery guest had in fact been Liam; with a half-finished cigarette between the fingers on his right hand, a bouquet of roses in his left hand before he wrapped his arms around me knocking me back into the room, kicking the door closed and kissing me so forcefully it literally took my breath away.