The following morning Amara woke up on Liam's chest, the bedding covering the bare bodies. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, not wanting to let go. The moment was sweet, but when she read the clock, 7AM, she knew she couldn't stay.
The moments of last night flashed back to her. The party. The drug taking. Leaving Brad at the party to go back with Liam. The talk they had.
She carefully slid out of bed, getting some clothes and being quiet so he wouldn't wake up. Amara quickly headed to the telephone, unsure of who to call though.
She couldn't call Brad yet. He was the last person he could tell. But she knew one person who wouldn't give her grief for her decision. Hopefully she wasn't still off her head.
Amara dialled Molly's number, she luckily picked up, "Whoever this is, you better not be a scammer or I'll kill you."
"Molly! It's Amara don't hang up!"
"Bloody hell, Bird. It's soooo earlyyy. Wait- where are ya'?" Molly yawned, as she was at home.
"That doesn't matter now, I just need a favour. I didn't know who else to call." Amara explained.
"Alright, alright. What is it?"
"Can you come and pick me up, pleaseeeee. I'm literally beggin' you, Mol." Amara pleaded.
Molly groaned, "Ughhh, I'm hungover, but fine. You better explain what happened last night then. Everyone wondered where you went."
Amara thanked her, telling her the address before the call ended. She'd be there in about half an hour, knowing her driving speed, it would maybe take less than twenty minutes.
She made sure she looked a bit presentable, or at least anything other than the result of a rough night. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a tired voice spoke, "Sneakin' out already? Thought we were past that, Mara."
She turned around, seeing his eyes trail over her. "How long have you been up for?"
"Long enough to hear you speak to that drunkie. You sure she's the best person to pick you up? I could drive ya'."
Amara rolled her eyes, knowing he might not like Molly at the moment after yesterday night. "Cut her some slack will ya'? We were both fucked up."
"I know she's your mate, but she'll end up gettin' ya' too fucked up one day and there'll be no one there." He replied, sitting up before walking over to her and pressing a kiss to her lips.
"Shurrup and get dressed." She mumbled, pecking his cheek before pulling away. He held his hands up in defense before going into the bathroom, only for the sound of Lennon crying to start just as he closed the door.
She muttered to herself for a second, heading over to the nursery towards the crying noise. Maybe she should get Liam.. she's not Lennon's mother..
God, he's just a baby. A crying baby, Amara.
Amara approached the newly awoken baby, carefully scooping him up in her arms and rocking him gently. Surprisingly, he calmed down in seconds after hushing him, ending the tears and his blue eyes opened. Lennon cooed in her arms, making her smile.
She chucked, "Mornin' to you too, Lenny."
Lenny? That slipped out.
"Thank god you didn't inherit your dad's temper. Otherwise you'd be cryin' your heart out for ages."
Wow, talking to a baby as if he would respond. Nice job, Amara.
Who cares? This was a really fucking cute baby. It made her want her own.
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The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS
Fanfiction"Ladies and Gentleman, it might not be June, but WE are the fuckin' Junes." When Amara Watson, future frontwoman of 'The Junes', realises her feelings for the famous future frontman of Oasis, Liam Gallagher, despite finding herself in a whirlwind o...
