Live While We're Young

Chapter 30

"Niall!" Lucy screams as she jumps into his arms.

"I missed you so much babe!" He says, holding her tightly.

"Liam, are you okay?" I ask.

He nods.

"No, you're not, I can't tell," I say, giving him a hug.

"Is it that obvious?" He asks.

"Why don't you invite Dani here?" I ask.

"I did, she won't be here for three days, but better than nothing!" He smiles.

"That's right!" I say, laughing.

I grab a granola bar from the kitchen and start munching.

"Babe don't you want a real snack?" Harry asks.

"Nah. I'm good with my bar," I say.

"You need to eat," he complains.

"I'm fine," I say.

"No, you're not, you've only eaten three granola bars a day!" He says.

"So?!" I say.

"I don't want to have a girlfriend in the hospital because she doesn't want to take care of herself!" Harry says loudly.

"It's not your choice!" I say, throwing my bar on the floor.

"Who cares?! I'm just trying to help! Like I said, I don't want a girlfriend who's in the hospital because she won't take care of herself!" Harry screams.

"Well then you don't have to! Just break up with me then!" I scream, turning around and starting to walk away.

"Why would I be telling you to eat if I would want to break up with you?!" He screams.

I turn around.

"Oh my god.. I'm sorry for yelling, I feel horrible now.." He says.

I hug him tightly.

"Babe I'm so sorry!" He whispers as he hugs me.

"It's okay, you could've done worse," I whisper.

"I'm still sorry," he says.

"Don't be. Blake did so much worse," I say.

He must realize that remembering Blake hurts me, because he drops the conversation and just hugs me tightly.

"Babe, I'm doing this for your benefit.." Harry says. "Please eat."

"Why?"

"I want you to be healthy," he says. "I'll make you some tacos or something."

He knows my favorite food is tacos, and his is the same.

"Okay, fine.." I say, the fear of hurting him emotionally gets the best of me.

"Thank you," he says, hugging me.

I hug him back. The feeling of his hands on my back sends a sensation through my body, making every part of me tingle with joy.

I want to refuse, to tell him I'm not eating, but I can't do that. I can't hurt him like that.

"Okay, I'll make us some tacos, your mum won't mind that I'm using her kitchen and her things, will she?" Harry asks.

"No, she won't mind," I say. "And thank you. I'm going to go chill with the boys and Ms. Bell."

"Ms. Bell?" Harry asks, turning the stove on.