The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER NINE: HEARTFELT

Mentions of abuse and sexual content in this chapter.

Amara hummed to herself as she walked home, imagining a tune in her head that could fit with one of the songs hopefully. She was in her own little world, tapping her fingers on her bag strap as she walked until she felt someone tap her shoulder.

Her mood fell when she saw Adam.

"Hey, glad I caught ya'." Adam told her, trying to muster up a smile, but when he saw her bored face it dropped.

Amara kept walking, "I didn't see you at school today."

"Oh, yeah, uh," he stumbled over his words. He had a busted lip and a bruised nose, he pointed to his face, "Doctors appointment, just checkin' on this mess. Uhm- how's your hand?"

"All day? Wow." Amara replied, about the doctor's appointment. She'd rather die than be at the doctors all day. It was the worst place in the world. She looked at her hand that didn't have a bandage. "It's fine now. You alright?"

"Mhm, yeah." He nodded. Amara noticed that he seemed quieter than usual. He didn't have his usual shitty charm or humour lacing his tone. It was unusual and tired. She saw the slight bags under his eyes, and when he reached his hand up to his neck, his sleeve exposing part of his wrist, she swore that she saw a purple mark.

Amara stopped in her tracks, they were near her house and if her dad saw her with a boy then he'd go mental. "Are you sure, Adam?"

Hesitantly, he nodded and smiled like he usually would. "Yeah, I just wanted to apologize. I wasn't thinkin'. I know I was pissed, but it ain't an excuse. I was disgusted with myself when Carl told me what happened in the mornin'." He looked down with a twisted face.

"Adam-"

"Let me finish, please." He desperately said. Amara paused and nodded. "My dad ain't the nicest bloke, and my mam ain't exactly around anymore. She's 'ere every now n' again, but sometimes she fucks off to god knows where at random points. I've just.. never had anyone teach me what's right n' wrong. I'm not tryin' to make excuses, I'm just genuinely sorry, and I wanna change that."

Amara didn't know what to say. She felt shook. Her feet were glued in place.

"I know we've only known each otha' for 'bout a month or whatever, but it's been shit, I know that." He continued, hand rubbing his forehead as he looked into her eyes as silence overcame them, "Amara.."

She thought he was being heartfelt. She sighed, looking away for a second before looking back into his gaze, "I guess I can forgive you.." he started to smile, "but, if you touch me, try to flirt with me or hurt me or my mates, then I'll make sure Liam, Noel, or whoever does more than give you a broken nose and busted lip." Amara threatened lowly, her eyes gazing at Adam's purple lip and bruised nose again.

He gulped as his eyes flickered from her face and to the ground. He gave an understanding nod.

"I should get goin'. My dad'll be pissed if I'm late." Amara replied, beginning to walk again and Adam followed. "I'm grounded. Never been grounded before."

"How come?" He asked, filling in the empty space.

"He got annoyed at me for being home so late after the gig, and a bunch of other stuff." Amara replied, her stomach churning at the argument she had with her dad. "I'm not supposed to be seeing boys or doing anything after school apart from coming straight home."

"How'd you hurt your face?" Adam then wondered, pointing to her cheek that was reder than the other. Amara told him the same excuse she said to everyone else, after hurting her hand she fell and hurt her face too. Adam was the only one who didn't buy it. "I don't remember you fallin' over. How'd you really do it?"