The Girl In The Dirty Shirt Liam Version

Chapter 117

Liam got time off, but I spent most of my time "off" at the studios working with Maggie.

We sorted out studio time for their next album due to start recording in October; I couldn't wait for that fiasco to start.

We were sitting in her office doing paperwork and Maggie sighed putting her pen down.

I frowned looking up at her. "What's up?"

"Have you heard from Guigsy since we've been back?"

I nodded "Yeah, why?"

"I'm just curious, he seemed a little-"

"Burnt out?" I guessed

She nodded "He's fine then, yeah?"

I nodded "We were all fried on that tour; I think he just needed some tour free time"

"An' what about you, how are you feeling?"

"You mean how long has it been since I've binged?" I asked quietly

She smiled weakly "You seem better"

"That's debatable" I sighed "Liam is just...really good at making me feel guilty"

"I'm sure he's got trying to make you feel guilty"

"No, I know he's not, I just do because I know if I don't eat...or I overeat he'd be so disappointed" I sighed "I just have to learn the difference between fat and healthy"

"It's not necessarily bad to be fat Ly, just...don't be unhealthy"

"The difference between healthy and unhealthy then"

**

I got home from work and Liam was sitting on the couch watching TV with Guigs drinking a beer.

They both looked up as I tossed my keys on the end table.

"How was work?" Liam asked as I flopped on the couch leaning against him.

"Fine" I smiled as Guigs pulled my feet in his lap.

I took Liam's beer and had a long drink before handing it back to him.

After my foot massage from Guigs and half of Liam's beer I excused myself from boy time and went to shower.

***

June 10, 1996

I'm slowly getting better; I haven't actually binged in months, I haven't THOUGHT about binging in over two months.

Like I told Maggie, I guess it's not the issue of me gaining my weight back, ignoring the tabloids is easy, but if I binged or didn't eat, disappointing Liam would kill me; he's been nothing but supportive and helpful (for the most part) through all of this.

***

"Babe!"

I frowned looking up towards the bedroom door.

"Guigs?" I asked with a laugh

"Where's your beer?"

"In the fridge"

He climbed on the bed kneeling between my legs before he leaned closer to my face. "There ain't nothing in there"

I laughed squeezing his jaw with my hand. "Well then we're all out, precious"

He pouted "Well, can y'get more?"

I laughed again shaking my head "Noo"

I jumped when he gave me a quick rough kiss and climbed off the bed. "Fine, we'll go"