Never should have happened

Meeting her

*Liam's POV*

I was so worried about her, I felt so awful that I might have caused this. I kept questioning her, "Why did you fall?" And each time she replied, I got more and more frustrated, I knew it wasn't her fault, but I was so scared. I'd thought I'd lost her. I couldn't help but be taken back to that night so many years ago. The first time we met, how scared I was then. The way I hid my feelings to impress her. The way I fell for her so drastically. I couldn't imagine going back to that night, how scared I was for her. And how great I felt, saving her.

It was such a hot night, especially considering it was the beginning of spring. And I had great plans, to stay home and play halo. Yes, I've always been a bit of a loner but that wasn't the point, I was happy to spend the night alone. My mate from uni sent me a message, he wanted me to meet him at this girl Isabelle's party. I tried to come up with an excuse, but I thought it might be fun. I hadn't seen Dean for ages, and if it was a big group, I wouldn't get singled out like normal. So I dug through my cupboard, I found a pair of black jeans, which I clearly hadn't worn in years. I put on a plain white shirt, and a black jacket, trying to keep it simple and not stand out. I managed to drag my sorry ass to that party, and put my head up as I walked in.

I could hear rather loud commotion happening near the bathroom, and I strolled over, some drunk girl had probably just fallen over. But the scene I came upon was very different, this beautiful tall girl, with blonde hair was being pushed into a wall as she struggled by some ugly brut of a guy. I considered turning and walking away, it probably would have saved my heart. But I tore that guy off of her, without even thinking I felt my fist collide with his nose. "Leave the lady alone!" I screamed at him as he struggled to stand up and run away from me. What the hell was wrong with me, I'd never hurt a fly, and now I was breaking a guy's nose for some girl I hadn't even met. I turned to her, she was sitting on the steps with her head leant against the wall. I could see she had hit her head, there was a small patch of blood on her forehead and I stood in-front of her. She looked up at me, her beautiful green eyes filled with tears. "Are you okay?" I asked her, I was so worried, I didn't even mention the blood to her. Her eyes glittered as she smiled at me.

I never understand why we hit off from the start. She was to pretty for me, and was the most beautiful girl I had, and have ever seen. I was awkward and out do place. Yet she still have me a chance. She talked to me as if we had been friends forever. Nothing felt awkward, except me, I felt out of place at a party. Meeting her was pure luck, nothing else could explain it, but it was so critically important in my life. It helped me take a risk, to admit I could have feelings, and to finally show them. I helped her up and that was the start of us.

We had our first conversation at a super crowded party, sitting on the steps to the bathroom. It was the most exciting and random thing to ever happen in my life. It gave me hope I didn't think I could have anymore. We spent the whole night together, wandering around the party, I felt overly protective of her, and I knew that I loved her. Although it seemed like I saved her, by pushing away that guy, I didn't. She saved me without even realising. And to think, I wasn't even supposed to be there. I shouldn't have met her. And she wouldn't have saved me.