They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 22

Well this sucks. I was baking a cookie dough cake which is this really complex peice of crap I found on pinterest and for some odd reason though I could pull off. WRONG.

I'm in a kinda bad mood now and need to vent write but don't worry I want take it out on the story! Hahaha. :)

Liam P.O.V.

This one? I pull the door open franticly and find a french horn player emptying out her spit valve. Trust me, grosser than it sounds and it still sounds nasty. 

"Oh my god!! Hii Liam." She winks, smiling awkwardly. Or well...maybe it was her impression of flirting but I'm kinda creeped out.

"Sorry wrong room!" I would've given her an autograph or said something more friendly but where in the world is Courtney?!?! Lauren said she was probably changing but good god her song had finished 15 minutes ago. Waitt.

I halt, the gears turning in my mind. What if I've done this? What if me kissing her has...I don't know!!  Where is that girl?!?

I stop in front of another door, being sure to knock this time. "Hello? Courtney in there?" I hear shuffling on the other side of the door before the handle turns and there she is. Even with red rimmed eyes she's too pretty for my own good. Haha.. My finger tips itch to wipe away the strands of wavy hair that have found their way all over her face.

She's silent as I slip in and close the door behind me. I open my mouth to start, to apologize for whatever damage I've down but Court's burying herself in my arms before any words can leave my mouth.

Her body shakes against mine and we sink to the floor together. I pull her into my lap and rock back and forth, wanting to cry as I know I've caused this break down. "Court...Courtney..." I whisper into her soft hair, but she holds a finger to my lips, her head emerging from where she'd buried it against my chest. I see her swallow the lump in her throat and I brush the strands of auburn-brown out of her eyes as she looks up at me.

"I love you." She says and her eyes bore into me, deeper than what anyone's ever should. My mouth opens immediatly. I want to tell her. I have too. Even though she means just as I friend I have to say it. Even if she doesn't get the depth of my confession, I think it will help me better at night, or at least in general.

I stare down at her and I hope she can see how I really feel towards her in my eyes. That they give away what I can never really tell her, because she will never feel the same. "I love you, Courtney." I press my lips to her forward while her eyes flicker closed. More than you will ever know, in a way you'll never want. I wish the thought would transfer to her somehow, through this brotherly peck maybe, and she'd accept the finality of it.

Courtney's P.O.V.

The tears slide down my face then and I know he took it the wrong way. My 10 seconds of extreme courage backgired and I'm still just the little sister. But what was the first kiss about then.

Liam stands up, pulling me with him. "Don't you need to change?" He asks and I nod with a sigh, turning my back to him.

"Unzip me?" I mumble, ready to get out of the itchy, thick garment think. He slowly slides the zipper down after a moment of hesitation, after a laugh I squirm out, not really caring if he saw me in just underwear. He's Liam. He would never look at me like that and my backs to him so it doesn't really matter. 

I leave the curtain on the ground, walking over to a rack containing my dress. I sllip it on easily, the cool silk making my skin wish I'd never had to get out of it in the first place. Turning to Liam, I sweep my hair to the side so he can zip me again.