The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: STARVING

Amara immediately rushed back into her house, slamming the door behind her. She winced when she realised that she may have woken up Lara. With a shrug, Amara skipped into the living room when she heard that the TV was blaring. Passed out on the sofa was Lara with a facemask on and a slight bit of drool down her cheek as she was sound asleep watching 80s top hit music videos from MTV.

The brunette woman flicked the light on, illuminating the room and waking Lara up. The blonde woman flinched, sitting up quickly, but soon regretted it and holding her stomach.

Amara snickered. Lara turned her head and noticed it was only her, relaxing a bit. "If someone was to break in, you'd be screwed."

"At least my skin will be fresh." Lara muttered with a shrug, gently pressing the mask on her face that was ready to come off. She then held her arms up, "Assistance please."

Amara pulled the woman up with ease. Once she was on her feet she looked at the clock, it wasn't even that late, she looked back at her mate in confusion, "Did the stadium blow up or summat? What are you doin' home? Where's Molly?"

She made up a small lie, her face wasn't blotched red anymore from the crying earlier. "Borin' people. Molly was enjoyin' herself so she's still there, she'll be fine though."

"Only if you're sure. God, I'm starvin', are you?" Lara questioned, her mind easily made the conversation go off track at times. Luckily enough for Amara, it was perfect timing, otherwise she would've been interrogated.

"Wanna order pizza?" Amara wiggled her brows.

Lara snapped her fingers with a groan, "Yes! God, you know what I like. I'm gonna wash this off and have a bath."

Amara chuckled as the pregnant woman wobbled past her, "Alright babe. I'll call 'em up now." Lara had gone upstairs whilst Amara turned up the music slightly. She closed the curtains and then headed to the phone.

Before she even made it to the phone, it started to ring. Who could that be? Probably Molly asking for a lift or something.

Expecting it to be Molly, Amara held the phone to her face without a thought, "Honey, if you expect me to pick you up then you're dead wrong. I'm not havin' you throw up in the car, and plus, your sister wants pizza."

"How nice. Get me one will ya'?" Liams voice spoke.

"What do you want? How'd you get this number?" Amara asked seriously, rolling her head back in annoyance.

"I never forgot it, songbird. Also, pizza sounds delicious, how's the pregnant lass doin' anyway? Who's the daddy?"

"No one you know." Amara spat, "What do you want, Liam? If I don't order food in the next five minutes then I'll be strangled with the shower head."

"Mara. Just listen, please. Gimmie a chance to fix things."

She cut him off, "Give me a reason why I should? Why should I listen to your nonsense Liam?"

"Fuck sake, because I- give me a minute, please? My songbirdie." Liam pleased, for the first time in ages. Amara was silent, letting him talk. "Amara, I love ya'. I might not show it as well as you do, but I do. I 'aven't stopped thinkin' 'bout you since we broke up. God, I'm always readin' tabloids n' watchin' your interviews just so I can see ya'. I need you."

"You have a wife who you should need. And a child on the way!" Amara exclaimed.

"Give me time to sort that shit out, yeah? Then we'll be good. Back to normal. Gallagher X Watson, yeah?" He told her, when she didn't respond he continued, "I'll divorce Patsy. We aren't good together, 'aven't been for a while now. But, me and you? We are. Always have been. It's always been us."