Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 4 - Job Comes First

*Author's Note*

Hey, so this is just another little filler chapter, sorry it's so short. I just got addicted to writing this story so I decided to upload this. I hope you like it. And see if you can spot the lyrics reference in here. This chapter is once again dedicated to my best friend Beth who is going to the Take Me Home tour tonight and I hate her for it but she's buying me a signed picture of them for my birthday so I guess I can't complain. Like always, comment, vote etc. Pleeeeaaase. It would mean so much to me if I could get just one vote or one nice comment. Thanks - Scott

Liam's POV

I'm laid on my bed, still recovering from the passionate encounter I just had. God I'm in love. I know it's wrong and I know I shouldn't but I do. I love her. She's perfect. Her beautiful blue eyes light up when she smiles, when she laughs it warms my heart, the way she flips her gorgeous electric pink hair gets me overwhelmed. Plus she's got big tits and a really nice arse and she's great in bed...

But those are just bonuses, trust me, she stole my heart the second I laid eyes on her that night in the club when me, the boys, Josh and Eleanor went for a night out. Danielle was supposed to go too but she was ill...

Danielle. Shit. I can't think about her without feeling guilty. I did love her. Once. But, we just started drifting apart really. We don't do much as a couple, we argue a lot, sex isn't the best any more. But I can't break up with her, she loves me.

But I love Beth. Even though we can never be together I couldn't help but fall in love with her. What man would be able to resist falling for her? Obviously most of her cus...

“Liam? Can you help me with this zipper please?”

“Sure Beth, no problem.”

I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom door. Of course she'd be getting changed to leave again. Why wouldn't she? She always does, so why would this time be any different. It's not like she loves me back.

When I opened the door I almost died. She wasn't wearing the same dress as earlier (I actually think I ripped it trying to get it off her) and fuck me she looked hot. My jaw dropped and I saw her smirking in the mirror.

“Like what you see Liam? I'd love to have round two but, well, I have to be somewhere else. Now, be a darl and help with my zipper honey.”

My fingers were trembling as I helped her zip up her dress. She looked even sexier than the first time I laid eyes on her. My heart began to race.

“Well, I guess I'll be off Liam. You were great as always.”

She winked at me as she picked up her coat and headed for my bedroom door.

“I LOVE YOU”

I don't know what made me do it but, I knew I had to tell her. I could feel myself going bright red, and my throat had gone dry. She froze on the spot as I uttered those words, her hand glued to the doorknob. She didn't turn around to look at me but I had a feeling I knew what her face was showing right now. She straightened her back and coughed a little.

“Same time next week Liam?”

I choked back a sob. I've made a complete fool of myself. She would never love me back, I'm just another number.

“Y-Yeah. Sure.”

“See you then.”

And with that she was gone.

Beth's POV

I sat in the taxi heading back to the club, playing those three little words over and over again in my head. I love you. I LOVE YOU. I. Love. You.

I sighed inwardly and bowed my head. I knew I was in love with Liam, he's just beautiful. Better than any other man I've ever had. I thought I could get over it and just get on with my job but now I know that he loves me too...

Maybe I should call it off with him. It's not like I couldn't replace him. But a part of me wanted him to be in my life.

No. I have to stop these feelings if I want to still see him. My job has to come first. That's why I'll never be able to return those words to him even though I really want to.

The taxi pulled back up at the club and, choking back a sob, I climbed out, passed him a tenner, and headed back inside with a fake smile plastered on my face and a sway in my step.

My job has to come first.