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9. You Have Depression (Liam)

Your boss had used the term "layoff", but you knew it was just her trying to ease the situation. When you're twenty two and working for a major fashion magazine as a columnist you set aside other things - your social life, your relationship, even your health - because no matter what, your job is your dream. At least that's how you saw it. Combining high fashion with writing, your two passions in life, it was the perfect occupation. And so when your boss called you in this morning, a cigarette hanging from her bright red lips, and a smug look on her face, you knew you weren't getting a promotion. The words slipped loosely from her lips, a puff of smoke flowing out with them, shocking you and choking you at the same time. You began to question why, but all she could give you was "cut backs" and so you had no choice but to pack up your desk into the small box given and turn in your badge as you left the building with tear stained cheeks. This job was the last good thing going for you, and it was not only devastating but utterly embarrassing. Letting your nimble fingers brush away a few tears your hand came down to cover your mouth as you let out a small gasp. What am I going to do now? How am I going to tell Liam?You thought, a million things running through your already tired mind. You leaned back in the drivers seat of your car, key's in the ignition. You just couldn't go home, you couldn't face Liam. He had been so happy you had gotten this job - it was doing something you loved, and he was more than thrilled to know that you had something to focus on while he was away. So, you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, turned the key's in the ignition, and took off.

It was nearly midnight when you had dared to take a look at your mobile. Shortly after leaving work - or what was work - you had set the device on silent and tucked it away in your purse. You wanted to be alone, it was as simple as that. With a drink in one hand, your phone in the other, you scrolled through multiple text messages from Liam, all wondering where you were. Blinking a few times - as your vision was now impaired after your sixth or seventh drink - you turned the screen of your phone off and tossed it back into your purse, it colliding with something that had managed to catch your eye. Your anti-depressants were now visible as they peaked through your bag slightly. You stared down at the half full bottle, unhealthy thoughts fogging your memory. Finally, you reached out for the small bottle, taking more time than usual to unscrew the cap. Tipping the bottle over, into your palm, you look down at two small capsules. Two became three and three became four, and before you knew it you had a handful. You stared down at the tiny pills, tears welling in your eyes as you barely were able to hold up your own head. Angrily, you forced your handful of pills back into the bottle, pushing away the scary thoughts you were having. "Another round, Jack?" You asked, nodding down to the bartender you had known for years. As he wipes a glass clean, he shakes his head at you but reluctantly brings forward the bottle of booze you've been attached to all night. "Does Liam knows you're hear?" He asks, a hint of worry in his voice. You simply shake your head, downing another shot and cringing as the harsh liquid burned on it's way down. You repeat the process once, twice, three times more, until you can barley feel your own limbs. Suddenly you find yourself going back for the bottle of pills, fractially digging through your purse. Your eyes light up upon finding the small bottle, but this time, slightly more impaired than before, you struggle to get the cap off.

"(Y/N?)" You can hear your name being called out, but your focus is on loosening the impossibly tight lid. "Fucking hell." you hear someone sigh from behind you, and suddenly the bottle is ripped from your hands. You stare at your empty hands momentarily, your senses lagging. Turning in your seat, you see Liam standing next to you. His eyes were wide as he looks from the bottle of pills, to the empty glasses surrounding you. "I've been worried sick." He pants, letting out an exasperated breath. "What are you - what were you thinking? I - I was so worried..." Liam nearly has tears in his eyes as he grabs your tote and throws the bottle of pills inside. He gives you a look - and even in your drunken state - it still breaks your heart to see him so distressed all because of you. You attempt to slur out an apology, tears clouding your own vision as you reach out to grab for your boyfriend. You stumble out of your barstool and into Liam's arms. You can sense he's angry, but his features soften when he looks down at you. You wipe away the tears that have managed to escape from his concerned eyes. "I'm sorry." You whisper, leaning you head onto his chest. "I- I was fired." A sob racks through your slight frame, and Liam's grip on you tightens. "Oh babe," he soothes, helping you stand straight as the two of you head for the door. "It will be okay. Everything will be okay." And all you can do is nod your head into his chest, hoping he was right. Liam shoots Jack a 'thank you' - as he's the one who made the call to Liam - and drags you to his car, placing you in the passengers seat he gets in next to you. His fingers drum the steering wheel, before he's even turned on the car. You notice he's getting lost in thought; certainly because of you. "Please, don't ever think that you're not good enough. Chasing a bottle of pills with a bottle of vodka, that's not the solution. Please, (Y/N), I can't lose you. Never again, promise me?" And all you can do is nod solemnly, his words forcing you to sober up slightly. You swallow the lump in your throat and push back tears as Liam stares forwards blankly. He takes your hand and intertwines your fingers together, and with that he starts the car and drives you home. He carries you upstairs and tucks you into bed, your body pulled to his chest. Whispering sweet words, Liam kisses your forehead and promises you everything will be just fine.

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