Only Fools

Chapter 5

The sun radiating through the window wakes me, and I let out a sigh. Only, when I open my eyes, I realize that it is not coming from the window. 

I sit up quickly and look around, memories of last night flooding in. Liam is next to me, sleeping peacefully on the blanket he laid for us last night. Maybe it was my intense stare, or also the sun, but Liam's breathes in deeply before rubbing his eyes awake. 

"Good morning," I chuckle. He smiles and sits up, groaning slightly before pecking my lips with his own. 

"Good morning." His raspy voice covers my arms in goosebumps. A buzzing comes from under the blanket, and I realize it's my phone. When I retrieve it, I immediately pop onto my feet, pulling my dress down. 

"Shit, shit, shit!" I say, and frantically look around for my shoes. I quickly throw my feet in them and hold my hand out to help Liam up. 

He takes it, a confused look on his face, "what is it?" he asks. 

"I'm thirty minutes late for work already. I am so sorry, Liam, I have to go." He nods and gets to his feet in a quickness. We gather everything from last night and rush back to the house.

When we get there, I am practically out of breath. Liam, however, is breathing fine. I assume he works out, considering he is not... tiny. Hes's a little built.

"Call your boss, let her know you'll be there in thirty minutes." Liam says, and I shake my head. 

"I have to get an uber back to my house, and that could take an hour. I will have to work late today to make up the hours, and I still have to change-" I gush, worry creeping in. 

"Hey," Liam grabs my hands and brings them together in front of me, holding when with one hand, and grasping my jaw with the other to look at him. "Don't stress. I will drive you home, it's only a ten-minute drive and you can change and get to work. Let's go, call her in the car." I nod, smiling before Liam pecks a kiss to my lips and I follow him out the door. 

When we get outside, I notice a black car with obnoxiously loud music is pulled into the driveway. Is that Harry? Is he just now getting home? 

Unfortunately, the brown head of curls pops his head up from the side of the car and calls over to us. 

"Where are you two love birds off to?" He asks, his voice snarky. 

"I have to get Nell home, she's late for work." Liam says and opens the car door. 

"You have a meeting today, don't you? At nine?" I glance at the clock on my phone. That's in twenty minutes. Liam was late, too? Why didn't he tell me? 

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, Liam, who gives Harry a "go to hell" look. "I can get a car, Liam. Please, get to your meeting." 

"No, Nell. You're going to be late for work." 

I shake my head and cross my arms across my chest. 

"No. I will call my boss and tell her I will be running late. She will understand. Your meeting is more important. Please, go." 

He opens his mouth to retaliate, but I cut him off. 

"I owe you one." I say and remind him of the rocky start of our date. Liam sighs. He swiftly closes the distance between us, and pulls me in for a hug, kissing my forehead. 

"I'll call you tonight," he promises and gets in his car and drives away. 

Me and Harry are left standing in the driveway, the heavy metal music still piercing my ears. How in the hell did they turn out this differently? 

"Let me give you a ride home," he licks his lips as if the words rolled off of them. I scoff, shaking my head no and pull out my phone to open the uber app. 

The closest one is an hour away. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration and schedule the uber, sitting down on the concrete. 

"Suit yourself." He says, turns off his car, and walks inside the house. 

Ten minutes feel like ten hours as I wait for this uber, and I keep checking the app like the driver will magically get here sooner. I called work, and like I told Liam, Laura understood. I offered to work overtime for the hours I missed, which caused her to scoff at me. 

Another couple minute go by and I have to have to use the restroom. I decide to go inside, and when I do the strong smell of eggs hits me. I typically do not like eggs, but the smell is so good I wander into the kitchen to find Harry standing over the stove. 

I watch as the shirtless man seasons the breakfast he is preparing, the muscles in his back toned. He turns to face me, a grin reaching his eyes. 

"Like what you see, Penelope?" Anger is in the pit of my stomach with him using my full name. It is nowhere near as attractive as Liam makes it sound.  

Okay, maybe a little. 

"I just need to use the bathroom." I say, and without letting him respond I whisp my way to the bathroom. 

When I return, Harry is standing in the living room. 

"I made you a plate. It's on the table." He says coldly and takes the plate in his hands up the stairs to his bedroom. 

Harry made me a plate? Why? Did he deuce it in salt so it would be completely inedible? 

I take my chances and sit down at the table. I will thank him later. 

Before I know it, there is no food left in front of me. I had a ton of bacon and two eggs, but he sprinkled a little brown sugar on the bacon, and it was amazing. 

I check where my driver is and take it upon myself to clean up the kitchen. While cleaning up, I find pen in the junk drawer while searching for the silverware drawer, and write a note on a napkin. 

thanks so much for breakfast! it was good! <3 -nell 

When the car finally arrives, I climb in and text Laura, letting her know I would be there in "t minus thirty minutes." 

***

The shift was abnormally slow today. I barely broke two bills in the 10 hours I put in today. But now, the restaurant was closed, and I was rolling my last basket of silverware when one of our Drake, a friend of mine, sits in the booth beside me. 

"Make decent tips today?" He asks, putting his arms behind his head. 

"Eh," I shrug. 

"So, I heard you have a new boy toy? Tell me all about him." Thoughts of last night play through my head and I smile. 

"We've only been on two dates, Dra." I remind him. Drake keeps up with the gossip in this place. I have to stop telling Laura everything because she tells Drake. 

"How is he lucky enough to get a second date? Did hell freeze over?" I laugh and playfully punch his arm. 

"Shut up, check me out." I say, and carry my basket to the front before clocking out.