Capturing Us (bxb)

Chapter Four

Liam's POV

When Liam woke up the following day, he didn't feel the soft comforter draped over him or the silk of his pillowcase. Instead, Liam felt the hard, cold wood of his desk against his cheek. Immediately after opening his eyes only to see f(x)= blah blah blah staring back at him, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his neck.

"God damn," he muttered, sitting up straight in the chair to stretch out his kinked back.

Liam, following sulking over the fact that he was going to feel like shit all day, decided to get up and get ready for school. He took his time going through the motions- brushing his teeth, washing his face, getting dressed, etc.- before finally making his way down the hard-wood steps to his kitchen.

The Pierce's house was built so that the stairs faced the front door, making them out-of-sight from the kitchen and living room, which was located towards the back of the house. Liam liked this. It provided him privacy away from the main "social space" when he was in his 2nd floor room located towards the front side of the house. His parents' bedroom was on the second floor as well, but it was on the opposite side and towards the back of the house. Due to this, he was practically in isolation aside from his twin's room- which was right across the hall. 

Walking into the spacious kitchen, Liam watched as his mother poured his father, Jazz, Claire, and him a cup of coffee. It was a routine that all five of them ate breakfast around the same time before they all dispersed to work or school. The routine was comforting to Liam. If he were to have a bad night, his family could raise his mood without even trying. Just being around them was like medicine, hence why Claire usually joined their mornings during the week. Claire was considered family in the Pierce's house.

Liam sat down on 'his' stool, throwing his elbows onto the island in front of him and supporting the weight of his head with his hands. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

"What's with you today? Up late fanaticizing about Curly again?" Claire teased, tone sarcastic per usual.

"Shut up, bitch," Liam muttered, not opening his eyes.

Claire let out a light, breathy laugh before accusing, "you didn't deny it."

Liam didn't even have to look at Claire to know that they were smirking. In fact, when he eventually did open his eyes, his premonition was confirmed.

His gaze fell on his mother who was standing across the island from Liam, her eyebrows drawn into a soft, but concerned expression. Liam noticed that was something he observed his mother doing more frequently as of late.

Before he could dwell on that, his mother addressed Liam. "Did you get sleep, Honey? You look like shit," she noted.

Liam let out a snort before replying. "Wow, thanks, mom. Way to hurt my feelings," he joked, despite not actually being upset by her light-hearted comment.

"You know what I mean, Li. You also know what you're doing— don't ignore my question."

Liam sighed yet again, rolling his eyes. "I fell asleep in my fucking desk chair, and my back feels like death."

"Are you sure that's because of you sleeping in the chair? Because I have an idea of who-," Claire murmured before being cut off by a sound of protest from Liam.

"Bro, chill," Liam moaned.

"Did you just fucking moan?" Claire observed, causing everyone to break out into laughter.

Liam covered his face with his hands, feigning annoyance. Even though he didn't show it, Liam could feel a small smile creep onto his face.

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