'𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰.'
Growing up with the two reckless boys in Manchester wasn't a wave of pleasure, my father being a dick head and my mum not ca...
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A couple of days had passed, their relationship was on and off, Liam stuck with his fiancé but the two still hooked up, Britney hated it but she couldn't refuse it, he was the best she had ever had and it's not like she can just give him up, she loved him. He didn't love her back, or did he?
The thought of a bath ran through my mind, get too sleep faster, she ran the bath pouring some bubbles in and letting the water calm down my nerves.
Pulling my head underwater I stayed there for a while, letting the water fill my lungs my eyes opened, the water burning my pupils. The water tap continuously running releasing boiling water down onto the bath tub, feeling my chest tightening up as my lungs craved for oxygen it almost became unbearable.
Liams callings from downstairs rang through my ears as I blocked it out tightening my eyes grabbing onto my waist piercing blood out of my skin the watery warm blood feel joining together with the water creating a red and clear colour. 'this is what relief feels like, all my worries have gone to ashes, my cares, the bad thoughts in my head.' I thought as my body began to slip unconscious my mind screaming for release of breath.
My mind began to feel ecstasy again as a weight lifted up my body by my waist, my ears beginning to ring blocking out the whole around me, my eyes weakened, closed for now.
"Fuck, fuck." Liam gasped as he pulled Britney out of the tub, water splashing everywhere his heart beating faster than ever. Pulling her into his arms, as he was now sat on the cold tile floor.
"You're okay darling, you're okay." Liam said as he pushed her soaking wet hair behind her ear, gently tapping her cheek in order to wake her up. Normally he would be flattered with a naked girl next to him but in this case, he didn't care.
Liam tried his best trying to wake her up but nothing would do, she still remained still her eyes shut and her body unresponsive.
"Come on brit, just wake up!" Liam exclaimed his eyes pricking with tears her once so smiling face was pale and lifeless.
Suddenly to his luck, Britney had risen her head from the boys lap coughing up any excess water, her heart beating so fast she could hear it in her ears.
Her body shivering from the cold as water droplets dropped down from her body, Liam immediately wrapped a towel around britneys fragile body being careful not to startle her as he held her neck the feeling of her wet hair on his fingertips sent shivers down his body how she could've died and he would've hated himself.
"Are you okay?" He questioned brushing the back of her neck
"I-I don't know." Britney responded as tears began to beg to overflow her eyes
"Come here." Liam demanded as he opened his arms Britney accepting as she wrapped her legs around his waist sobbing into his shoulder as he drew Small circles on her back her back rising and falling from her sobs.
"Shh, shh, it's okay." Liam said reassuring her, as she quieted down her eyes beginning to fall asleep, he ran his finger along the cuts she had on her waist wiping the excess blood off before carefully picking her up and taking her into their room.
Placing her on the bed, he pulled the silk covers that she loved over her naked body and wrapping a towel around her hair to not distract her from waking up since she had fallen asleep in his arms.
He kissed her forehead goodnight and sat with her for the rest of the dark, continuously checking if she was breathing properly or not, he didn't want his girl to be hurt or loose her, she was all he had and all he wanted. Well, sort of
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The next day Britney had woken up to a sleeping Liam laying next to her as she layer fully naked, his arm snaked around her waist, light snores coming from his mouth as she remembered everything that had happened the previous night.
Yawning, she gently pulled the covers off her body, carefully placing her feet onto the dense carpet, creeping towards the bathroom, her stomach began to turn as she felt a horrible feeling in her throat.
Throwing her hand towards her mouth, she bent over the toilet and began to puke all of the excess food that she had eaten from yesterday.
As she puked the remains of what was in her gut, she took a deep breath resting her elbows on the toilet seat.
'Was it the anxiety or was it something else?' Britney questioned as she thought of the worst possibility, pregnancy?
