You woke up to the loud, annoying sound of your ringtone. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut and moving your hand all around your bed to find your phone, grumbling to yourself, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Once it hit your hand, you picked it up and squinted at the bright light that was now burning your eyes. Soon enough, they began adjusting to the light and you saw Liam's name on your phone.
Your heart began beating out of your chest and the butterflies started to spread around in your tummy. Why the hell was he calling you 2:00 in the morning?
You and Liam had been broken up for almost two years now. You had been dating for almost four years and all of that went down the drain when you had walked in on him and another girl in your bed (which he later started dating and had a child with). It was the worst and most heartbreaking experience of your life. For the first time in two years, you were finally starting to move on and was at a good place in your life.
But seeing his name on your phone had you trembling and your palms sweating. First of all, you thought you blocked him. And second of all, why the hell is he calling you.
You were hesitant at first but you slowly swiped your thumb against the accept button on the screen to answer. You pressed the speaker button and heard his voice, "(Y/N)?"
"Why're you calling?" you asked, your voice raspy with sleep.
"Urm," he mumbled, "I - I need you t' pick m-me up."
Right away you could tell he was drunk by the way he was slurring his words, the same way he was slurring them the night you walked in on him in bed with a girl that wasn't you.
"Why? Where're all your friends?" you asked, confused as to why he needed you to pick him up.
He replied with something and you couldn't quite understand what he said.
"What?"
"Jus' please come pick me up." He replied.
"Liam - I -"
He cut you off, "(Y/N), please?"
You sighed and thought about it for a second. As much as you hated him, you cared for him and didn't want him driving drunk or staying at the bar all night. So, you groaned out a "Where are you?" and threw the covers off of your body, feeling as the chills erupted on your skin.
He told you what bar he was at and you hummed out a small "okay".
"Thank you so much." he sighed as you rolled your eyes.
"Mhm," you hummed before you ended the call.
Shaking your head disapprovingly, you began to make your way downstairs. You didn't even bother to put on any real clothes; you stayed in my polka dotted, pajama pants and your tank top. You slipped on some slides and grabbed your belongings, your purse, and your keys, before making your way to your car. Hoping in, you turned on the car and began your journey to the bar to pick up your ex-boyfriend... You could not believe you were doing this.
Thoughts were racing through your mind and your heart was pounding. All throughout the ride, you couldn't get your anxiety and nerves to go down. You were so so nervous and regretted even picking up the phone. You hadn't seen him for years and your last conversation was rough.
Pulling up to the front of the building, you saw him sitting on a bench, his elbows rested on his knees and his head was in his hands. You unlocked the door, rolled down the window and called out, "Liam."
He lifted his head and made eye contact with you. Standing up, he walked over to the car. Pulling on the handle, he opened the door and hopped into the passenger seat. He closed the door behind himself before you locked the doors.
"What's your address?" You hesitantly asked him, grabbing your phone and opening your maps so you could be directed to his house.
He had moved houses a couple months after everything had happened and you didn't know anything about his new house. As he murmured his address, you typed it into maps and pressed go, listening as Siri began to navigate you to his home.
Your tummy was in knots and your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn't believe this was happening. As you took the route to his home, memories flooded your mind. You remembered how happy you all were and how he just threw that all away so easily. You replayed that night over and over in your mind; just like you did for about a year and a half after it all happened. You were doing so well, you were finally moving on, yet here you are again. Healed wounds were opened.
Zero words were spoken throughout the whole ride. Liam laid his head against the window, probably fast asleep. You were grateful for this because you really didn't want to talk to him at all.
You had finally made it to his house. Following the long driveway, you arrived at a huge gate, his big, beautiful home behind it. The house lights reflected off of the big, blue pool that sat in his front yard. He had acres of yard; it was absolutely beautiful and this was only the front of the house. You drove up the code box and rolled your window down, getting ready to punch in the code.
"What's the code?" you asked him.
It took him a minute to wake up and adjust, but he soon grumbled, "6449."
You typed the code in and it denied.
"It said it was wrong."
"What'd you put in?" he murmured, looking over at you, his eyes glazed over with tiredness.
"6449. You said it was right."
"No, it's 6449." he hummed before letting his head fall back against the glass, his eyes immediately falling shut.
"That's what I fucking put in!" you tried it again and it denied again.
"Liam, wake up. It's not right!" you smacked him, hating every moment of this.
"Wait, 4902." he mumbled.
You groaned and rolled your eyes, typing in the code. The gates slowly opened and you impatiently waited for them to open completely so you could drive through. Eventually, they opened enough for your car to fit through them and you drove through, following the long driveway up to the big house. You stopped in front of the front door, put the car in park and unlocked the doors.
"Liam," you hummed, trying to wake him up but he didn't answer. He was passed out against the window.
"Liam," you hummed a little louder, shaking his arms a little.
He grunted and lifted his head, letting his eyes adjust to the lights coming from the house. He rubbed his eyes and looked at you, "Can you come in, please?"
You heart dropped and your palms began to sweat even more than they already were.
"Why?"
"I - I wanna talk." he stuttered.
"About what?" you asked, very confused and really just wanting to go home and go back to bed.
"Everything."
"It's been two years. Why do you wanna talk now?"
He hesitated for a little bit before mumbling, "I miss you."
You let out a shaky breath, feeling your emotions beginning to want to take over with everything that was happening, "I think you should just go."
"But I love you."
Turning your head away, you felt your eyes sting and fill with water, and your voice cracking out, "You're drunk. Liam, please go."
"Are you crying? Why're you crying?"
"Liam go!"
He sighed, taking off his seatbelt and opening the door, finally getting out of your car. He turned around and bent down a little so you could see his face, "I'm not giving up on us." he whispered before shutting your door behind him and walking up to his front door.
You immediately drove off, letting the sobs that you were holding in finally break free. You couldn't believe what had just happened.
