Unheard Cries |H.S|

Chapter 12

Rachel's POV

Liam lifted me up onto the kitchen counter and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. I ran my fingers through his hair while he ran his hands down my body so they rested on my hips. It felt like the whole world was gone, like it was just him and I. But I did feel a little paranoia. The paranoia that Harry could just walk in at any moment. What if he did? I stopped kissing Liam and turned to look put of the archway of the kitchen. Liam kissed my neck softly and I smiled loving how it felt, but I couldn't return any affection. This damn paranoia was getting to me.

"What's wrong babe?" Liam implores. I turned to him and flashed a weak smile and shook my head.

"N-nothing." I lie. I kiss Liam again hoping the feeling would go away. But I pulled back again. Liam looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looked like a confused little puppy. I found it cute.

"Somethings wrong," Liam begins slowly arching an eyebrow. I sigh giving in.

"It just, I-I'm worried." I reply softly, my eyes drifting towards where Harry could enter. Liam shakes his head.

"Don't worry so much. He's not gonna walk in." Liam replies. "It's been four weeks since we started seeing each other, and he's not suspicious." Liam soothes. But then he turns to look at me curiously. "Has he been acting suspicious?" he implores. I shake my head.

"Not that I've noticed." I reply. Liam nods and smiles.

"See, it's fine." I nod.

"Suppose you're right." I mutter. Liam kisses me again but the feeling just won't leave me the fuck alone. I stop kissing Liam again. And Liam lets out a small sigh.

"I'm sorry." I apologize. "Dammit, I worry too much." Liam takes my hand in his and our fingers intertwine. Then I see something flash in Liam's eyes. He looks like a light bulb should be lit up over his head.

"I have an idea." Liam chirps. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Do share," I encourage.

"I could take you on a proper date!" Liam exclaims. He seems so excited, and to me it sounds like the perfect idea. But there's a flaw. Harry.

"Liam, that's a great idea..." my voice trails off thinking of the flaw, thinking of the dream.

"But," Liam sighs.

"But what about Harry? He'll never let me out of his sight!" I point out.

"Lemme take care of Harry." Liam states. I arch an eyebrow at him.

"What are you up to?" I smirk. Liam shakes his head and runs his hand over my jaw line. His fingers rough, but gentle.

"It'll all work itself out, okay?" Liam comforts. "Trust me." he whispers. I smile blushing a bit.

"I trust you." I confirm nodding my head.

...

I lay awake in bed thinking about what Liam had said. I did trust him, but I was worried. Harry had a temper, I knew. I heard footsteps going up the stairs and stiffened. He was home. They clunked down the hallway and Harry opened my door not bothering to knock. The one time I don't bother to lock my door. Harry turns to me looking nervous. Wow, since when did he get nervous?

"Rachel," Harry begins slowly. "I'm going out of the city." Harry explains. I sit up a little shocked, and excited. I decided to act on the shock factor.

"W-what?" I ask my eyes getting wide. Harry nods.

"I have to for, um, work." Harry explains. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning and I'll be back in a day." Harry's green eyes lock with mine. And I stammer out my next words.