All Over You

Aura

After my (mostly) blissful weekend with Liam, I was firmly settled on cloud nine. I truly believed that my dream of starting a family would come true with him, no matter how far in the future. I was more in love than I had ever been, even though I couldn't risk telling him. Though the weeks following, the dynamic between us notably changed and I was left wondering if Liam had lost interest in me altogether. We made several plans to go on dates and days out, but each one of them somehow got cancelled. The first time, I had invited Liam to stay the night and finish what we started before we were called to babysit. His face lit up and he seemed on board. He told me he was going to leave a trail of kisses over every inch of my body, igniting a fire within me. Unfortunately, I had to sheepishly tell him that it wouldn't be possible as it was the dreaded time of the month.

He had smirked up at me unfazed. "That won't stop me."

"LIAM!" I had gasped, flushing an unattractive shade of scarlet. "It will stop me!"

He eventually promised to keep his hands off me for the night and I spent the day planning a romantic night in for two with films and candles. As it happened, my movie-like scenario was shattered when he called me and told me that his car had broken down and there was no way he could get here. I offered him a lift but he declined, claiming that he had to sort the breakdown service. He promised to make it up to me and I believed it.

Though his apologetic words didn't abolish the thought in the back of my mind that he was only with me for the sex. It all made sense, he barely went days without it before I came into his life. His excuse seemed legitimate, but It could all be this huge coverup for the fact that if there wasn't a possibility of sex, he wasn't interested. After all, that's exactly what his reputation had stated. I reassured myself that sex was just something consenting adults did in relationships. We could both live without it.

My suspicions were worsened when it seemed he was avoiding me the rest of the week. I barely got a call or a text and he was never where he usually was at work. His office was empty whenever I usually came to see him. He soothed me, claiming it was just "one of those weeks" and once again promised to make it up to me.

The second cancelled date was the following week. I offered to take him on a romantic picnic for the weekend and he seemed interested in that idea. He nodded boyishly and grabbed me in for a kiss. However, this didn't happen either. He called me in advance, telling me he'd picked up some sort of virus and couldn't leave his bedroom. He apologised and told me he'd atone for it yet again. I had decided to hide the tone of disappointment in my voice and told him to focus on getting better.

Over the weekend, the texts became much less frequent and I barely heard from him at all. I spent most of the weekend staring blankly at the telly, thinking about him and nervously chewing on my nails in fear he had lost interest in me all together. I resented the hold he had over me, able to make himself my every thought even when he wasn't even here. I also rebuked the way thoughts of him had used to make me smile, now they made me frown nervously. I shouldn't feel so lonely in a relationship.

After an unrestful nights sleep, I stagger into the studio's building. I am barely awake and just made it on time after faffing with makeup for hours while desperately trying to make myself seem much more present than I am. Thoughts of Liam cloud my judgement and I have no idea if he is even coming into work at all with his virus. I forget to pay attention to my surroundings, so the yelp I let out when someone grabs my arm is incredibly melodramatic. I glanced up at whoever was holding onto me and a huge beaming smile spreads over my face instantly. The familiar freshly cut grass smell engulfs me and I lean into Liam's chest. Every inch of my stress melts away in his presence.

"How do you feel?" I ask, studying his face for any signs of sickness. He looks flawless, as always. His eyes bright and his smile beaming. He must've recovered fast.