3.1 | What we Fake

5. Anything for Emily

"LIAM!"

The kitchen was still wet when Emily skated across with her white socks as she approached Liam who worked on the island. He had been chopping apples into small dices when she ran to him, wrapping her hands around his waist. 

He chuckled lightly as she buried her head in the crook of his shoulder, "How was the nap?"

"Much needed," she mumbled and when he turned around to face her, she told him, "Thanks Liam, you always do what's best for me..."

"You're welcome, love," he told her as he hugged her back but it did not slip out of his notice that she had winced a bit. 

"Headache not gone yet?" he asked her as he pulled away to look at her. 

"It's nothing much compared to before," she replied swiftly. 

He nodded as he left the knife and instead, walked to the over where his vegetables were cooking. He looked at them wistfully and willed them to get cooked soon. Liam Wyatt was starving. 

Emily sat up on the island, feet dangling, she threw a piece of apple in the air as she tried to catch them one by one in her mouth, "Liam, I will never understand how you eat so much and yet you're as thin as a twig..."

Liam chortled as he stood up to look at her. She was much more interesting that cooking vegetables anyway, "Just my metabolism, I guess."

"Damn your genes, Liam!" she threw a piece of those diced apples at his head which hit him and bounced off him. 

"You luuuuurrrrrvvvvvveeeeee me!" he copied her. 

Her lips switched to break out in a huge grin but she was controlling it strongly as she pushed a handful of diced apples into her mouth. When Liam had looked away to check on the vegetables, she whispered amused, "That I do."

She hopped off the island and went to Liam's side as he took the hot pan out of the oven and served it on a ceramic plate that Liam rarely ever used. 

"Fancy!" Emily told, her lips in a tight smirk. 

He grinned right back, "Only for you."

And she couldn't hold it back anymore, Emily burst out laughing. She threw her head back like a little kid as she laughed harder than she ever had and her laugh was contagious for Liam was shaking his head as she laughed and when they finished, she would look at him and he'd wriggle his eyebrows and they were down that road, laughing all over again. 

"God, Liam, why don't you have a girlfriend already?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

"I only have eyes for you," he smiled as she sat on the bar stool, plate in front of her. 

She rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face and Liam gave a tiny smile too. But what he said was true. Every word was true. Anything for Emily. 

A Taylor Swift hit in the background, the best friends talked. Forks waving around as they moved their hands animatedly, that was some of the best things they shared. A ping from Emily's phone broke their debate about why history should be optional from the earliest age.

She picked up her pink painted phone from the island and read the text with a tiny frown and Liam had the urge to smoothen out the crease between her eyebrows but he firmly kept his hand at his side. 

Emily flipped the phone over, the screen facing downward on the wooden island and she went quiet for a while. Fork playing with her food, she gave it an empty stare. 

He looked over the island and asked her, eyes concerned, "You okay, Em?"

She looked up and something shifted, her eyes dropped to her plate and nodded her head quick. Shoveling the last of the vegetables, she stood up and headed to the kitchen sink. The ceramic plate went clatter and she rinsed her hands hastily.