Reese

Chapter 20 - Valentines Day {Part 1}

Saturday 14th February

3 and a half weeks later

Valentines Day

Liam's P.O.V

"Come on, Liam." Harry pleaded as he stood at the edge of my door way, leaning against the frame.

I ignored him and carried on plucking on the guitar.

He sighed, "You haven't gone to a club since... since.. When was the last time you went to a club?" He questioned me and walked into my room a little more.

I took in a deep breath, lifting up my head and staring at the ceiling in thought.

"The night you kissed Katie."

Harry's eyebrows raised as he gasped, "What?! Liam, that was almost a month ago! Come on, we're going." He ordered.

"No." I stated, resuming to pluck the strings randomly on the guitar.

"Lia-"

"-Do you know what day it is?" I asked, interrupting him.

His eyebrows creased in frustration, "Valentines Day."

"And what is Valentines Day supposed to celebrate?"

He sat on the bed next to me, running his hands through his hair.

"I know where you're going with thi-"

"-Answer my question, Harry. What is valentines day supposed to celebrate?"

He looked taken aback by my sudden rudeness, before giving in.

"Love."

"And do I have any love to celebrate? No. That's why I'm not going out tonight, okay? Go out with one of the guys instead." I spat, putting the guitar down and looking out the window.

"Liam, I can't go out with any of the others. Niall is taking Katie on a date, and Perrie and Eleanor have flown over for the night to spend it with Louis and Zayn. Please come out! I know you don't have any love to celebrate, but you could always pull a girl and make love!" He offered.

"Harry, I haven't even stepped outside off-timetable ever since I came back. How can you expect me to be suddenly extremely confident with girls? Especially seeing as I still love Reese."

"Liam, look at me."

I ignored him, still staring out the window.

"Look at me."

I sighed and turned my head, my eyes stumbling on his green ones being lit up by the sunset.

He just stared at me.

"What-"

Suddenly his hand slapped across my face, causing my whole body to vibrate by the force. My head was thrown to the left and I let out a straggled groan as his hand backed away, the painful tingles clinging to my cheek.

"Fuck, Harry!" I shouted, clutching it. Harry slaps hard.

I turned and he was standing by the door again, a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Perfect! Now you know what to say when I pull a girl." He winked, "Come on, dickhead. You're coming whether you like it or not."

*

"Harry..." I moaned as our taxi pulled up to a night club in Ohio. Where we were currently performing on our world tour.

"Come on." He smiled, getting out of the taxi and holding the door open. Forcing me to obey and get out as well, seeing as there were fans outside.