The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER FOURTY ONE: BETS

"MARI! HURRY UP!" Molly yelled down the hallway. They were getting ready for the party at Noel's, but Amara purposely took longer to get ready as her nerves were making her feel sick.

"Shut up, you'll wake Ames!" Lara hushed, closing the door to Amelia's nursery.

"I'm done, I'm done!" Amara held her hands up, leaving her room. She had been ready for a while, just hiding for the last couple of minutes.

"Finally. The car's outside." The younger blonde sighed, gesturing outside as she went down the stairs.

Lara stopped the two girls, "Hold up, you ain't drivin', are ya'?"

"Do I look stupid to you?" Molly asked. She held her hand up before Lara could respond verbally, her raised eyebrow was enough, "Don't answer. And no. I called a cab."

"Awe, never change Mol." Amara teased, making her way down the stairs as well and got her boots on. "See you later, probably tomorrow, Lara."

"Have fun, pissheads. Soon enough I'll be joinin' you again." Lara chuckled, hugging her dressing gown to her body as the two women left.

Amara and Molly piled in the back of the cab, giving their destination and they were quickly off. The brunette was quiet for a bit. She had spent the night with her ex, who wanted to finally settle down with her before agreeing to wait until the right moment once again. Molly seemed to notice this, as they usually would be laughing and already downing the pre-drinks.

"Cat got your tongue? Penny for your thoughts? Bun in the oven- maybe not that one." Molly asked, nudging the girl before opening the smaller bottle of vodka. "Spill. Before I spill this on you, and trust me, I will. Bird?"

"I don't know what to fuckin' do about Brad. I love him, but- ugh. Do I tell him? Dump him? I've fucked up badly this time, Mol."

Molly was the last person to go to for dating advice. Everyone knew that. But the blonde woman knew it must've been serious if Amara was talking to her about it, especially since the brunette felt like Molly was the only person she could go to about this.

The blondie thought for a second, until replying simply with, "If you like him then you've gotta be honest with him if you want shit to continue, but don't think it'll be the same. I may not one hundred percent approve of Liam, if you love him more, then you know what's right."

Words of wisdom. Wow. Sarcasm? Amara wasn't sure.

"I've seen the way Liam looks at you, ever since we were all sittin' in that shitty pub your old man owned." Molly lightly chuckled, "You love him, and he loves you. It's bloody obvious. In my unwise opinion, I'd say, tell Brad."

"Yeah I get that, but I dunno how to tell him! Brad's a confident guy, totally, but I don't want him to feel like this whole time I've been usin' him as a rebound, y'know?" Amara replied, rubbing her own arm, "I've enjoyed our time together. Really."

Molly nodded, "You're more obsessed with Liam than Brad, let's get that out the bloody water first." She continued, "But you all deserve a partner who's gonna give one hundred percent. As shitty as I might sound right now, but you ain't givin' that to Brad. As fit as Brad is, you'd rather give it to Liam. Always have, always will."

Fuck, why was this so confusing? Amara had spent nearly a year with Brad, even gone to LA with him. Was Molly right, was she using Brad as a rebound? After an encounter with Liam, she was head over heels for him once again. Why was she so oblivious to this?

Liam clouded her mind all the time, good and bad. It was always gonna be him. Her first and last love.

"So.. I-I do it tonight? Fuckin' end it?"