Never should have happened

Meeting him

*Kate's POV*

"I don't remember." I said, "I remember walking to the door, and I remember you holding me and telling me it would be alright." My head was pounding, and it doesn't help that Liam keeps questioning why I fell over, asking me why over and over. "Surely you must know why, there has to be a reason." His questioning was becoming almost aggressive, I knew he was worried, but this wasn't the first time. I was scared too, because the last time this had happened, was the night we met. That night, was the biggest moment in my life.

It was a hot spring night, and I'd called up for work sick, I had no intention of actually going out, I wanted to stay home and watch movies in my bed. But I'd promised Isabelle that if I skipped work I'd be at her party. So I dragged my lazy butt out of bed, and got dressed. Of course I had nothing to wear that I liked, so I wore a black dress, can never go wrong with one of those can you? But I didn't have shoes to match, so I think I wore sandals, the rest of the night is kinda a blur, I got drunk to say the least. Well everyone says I did, I don't even remember drinking that much. But anyways, I was drunk, or tired, or a bit of both. I ended up falling down the stairs coming back from the bathroom and hitting my head. I don't even know how I managed it. I had walked down those stairs a million times before, and many times, I was much more drunk than I was that night, but I was stuck on the floor. I had no way to get up, and really no idea what to do next.

I called out for Isabelle, but she didn't come, only some random guy. He tried to make out with me, and I think I pushed him off, or maybe it was Liam who saved me. But suddenly, the guy was gone, I was sitting on the steps and I was looking into the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. The seemed to shine so brightly in the dim light and I felt consumed by there gaze. And his beautiful muddy brown hair looked so curly and shiny. I was mesmerised by him. "Are you okay?" His words were smooth and calming. I tried to speak but I couldn't find the words, "Y..y..yeah, I guess." My voice was so shaky, but he smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Wouldn't want someone as pretty as you to get hurt now would we?"

I laughed at him, he obviously was just confused. I was not pretty, but I did not disagree. I didn't think that my drunk brain would allow me to form proper sentences. He was sober, I could tell by looking at him. He must have only just got there. Why would he be getting there so late? Was he actually supposed to be there? It didn't matter, I was glad he was there. He looked so out of place, not from his clothes or his appearance, but just from the way he stood. His shoulders sagged down, and he leaned against the wall, not only for support, but almost to blend in. He looked uncomfortable in his own body. I never knew why, but maybe I was just blinded with awe, because he saved me.

That was the start of us, our first conversation. I was a mess on the floor, and he was my saving grace. He helped me up, much to my disgust, I wanted to stay there and talk to him forever, I never wanted to let that moment go. We stayed together for the rest of the party, I even saw the guy that tried to kiss me, he had a blood nose, and when I looked at Liam, he smiled shyly, and I knew that he had wanted to protect me. And he did, for the rest of the night, every guy that tried to talk to me, he shoved away, and ever girl that made a sly comment, he glared at. He always protects me, he saved me from myself, and helped me pull myself together. And to think, I wasn't even supposed to be there, I should have been at work, I shouldn't have met him. And he wouldn't have saved me.