certain things

4.

"She said to let go." I looked behind Cam to see Liam, now with his pants up his legs.

"Just leave me alone." I muttered, yanking my arm from his grip.

I stumbled out of the house and into the fresh air, only to be roughly grabbed back by my shoulder. I yelped in pain and Cameron turned my around, his breath reeking of alcohol. I hated when he used to get really drunk. He turned into a completely different person. Before I could yell at him, he was knocked to the ground. I looked up and Liam was standing there, his fists clenched.

"You know, when someone tells you to let go, you should really listen." He breathed out and Cameron stood up, stumbling a bit.

He wiped the blood from his lip and spit in the grass, putting his fists up to his face. Suddenly, punches were being thrown and the two boys fell to the ground, punching and kicking. I leaned down to try and break them up but when Cameron threw his fist back to punch Liam, he hit me in the cheek. I screamed in pain and held my stinging cheek, stepping back. A few guys came outside from all the commotion and finally got them to stop fighting.

"Screw you, Payne." Cameron yelled before walking away from the house.

I grabbed Liam by the arm and drug him to the car, not even listening to him. I shoved him in the passenger seat and walked around the car. I began driving the way to the flat and every time he tried to talk, I just turned the radio up even louder. We finally got home and I pulled Liam inside, walking him to the bathroom. I made him sit on the sink and grabbed the first aid kit.

I began cleaning the cuts on his face and he just stared at me with sad brown eyes. I rolled my eyes and put the disinfectant stuff on his torn lip, making him wince. He deserves it. I grabbed his hand and started to wipe the blood off with a wet cloth, not caring when he would whine in pain.

"Quit whining, you did this to yourself." I snapped and dropped his hand back to his lap that was stained with grass and blood.

"Sam, you're hurt." Liam sighed, putting his hand on my cheek and I winced, pulling away from him.

"I'm fine." I muttered, putting the first aid kit back in the cabinet.

I walked to my room and tossed my beanie in a drawer, kicking off my boots. I tugged my hair up into a bun and stripped off my clothes that smelled like booze. I pulled on a large t-shirt and some spandex shorts, putting on some knee high socks. I left my room and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water so that my hangover wouldn't be as bad in the morning and a couple ibuprofen tablets. Liam walked in and sat at the counter, watching me.

"Are you mad that I got in a fight?" He wondered and I rolled my eyes, taking a big drink of water.

"I'm not mad about the fight, trust me." I trailed off and clutched the counter. "I'm fucking infuriated about what I saw in the bathroom."

"Sam, c'mon, you can't be mad about that." Liam groaned, tugging at his short hair.

"Why not?" I yelled, not caring that I rose my voice. "I walked in on you with your pants around your ankles and the girl who made my life a living hell on her knees! How do you think that makes me feel?"

"It doesn't mean anything." He rolled his eyes and I scoffed. "Sam, it was a blowjob, it shouldn't matter."

"You know how much Adriana hurt me in high school and how much pain she put me through. Literally last week you were telling me how much you hated her because of what she did to me. I don't get it, Liam! Please tell me why it had to be her." I shouted and he stood up from the counter.

"Maybe it's because she is the only one who would go for me! All of the other girls at that damn party thought you were with me because you can't find any other fucking friends! Excuse me for not being a loser with social anxiety who only has one friend like you!" Liam yelled back and I fell silent.

"Don't you dare use that against me." I said, staring him dead in the eye. "You have no clue what it's like to not have any friends. I'm sorry that I can't go be so happy go lucky all the time and have billions of friends, but you have no right to say that to me."

"Sam, that's not-" He began but I just shook my head.

"Just leave me alone, Liam." I muttered and left the kitchen.

I walked to the bathroom and slammed the door, letting him know to leave me alone. I quickly did my business and brushed my teeth, getting the sour taste of vodka out of my mouth. I went to my room and shut the door, cursing myself for not having a lock. I plugged my phone up and turned the lights off, climbing in bed as tears filled my eyes. I can't believe Liam would say that to me. He took my biggest insecurity and threw it in my face like it was nothing. We've always had little arguments but nothing like this. He has never stooped that low.

I kept my eyes on the opposite wall, hearing the door creak open. I clutched the comforter in my hands and bit my lip, trying not to let any more tears fall. The door closed and footsteps came around my bed. Liam climbed under the covers, now in basketball shorts and no shirt. He took one look at me and frowned, tugging me to his bare chest. I sniffled, pushing myself away from him.

"I told you to leave me alone." I mumbled, turning over so my back was to him.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone when I know that you're crying because of me." Liam whispered, flipping me back around. "I'm sorry."

"You're just saying that." I spat, keeping my distance from him. Liam frowned and I kept my eyes down, wiping my cheeks.

"I mean it, though. I shouldn't have said that about your anxiety. It was completely out of line." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and I just kept quiet, not in the mood for this. "You're my best friend, Sam."

Liam sighed after a minute of me not talking and finally left my room. I groaned to myself and buried my face in a pillow. Suddenly, my door was flung open, light from the hallway streaming in, and a guitar was strummed loudly. I turned around and Liam was standing there in sweatpants with some sort of rag on his head with the guitar in his hands. He pointed at me after strumming.

"I love you, bitch." He sang, off-key, and I rolled my eyes. "I ain't ever gonna stop loving you, bitch." I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he was being and Liam smiled, continuing the song.

"For the love of god, shut up!" I laughed and chucked a throw pillow at him.

"Ha! You talked." Liam exclaimed and sat the guitar down, taking the rag off of his head.

He ran over to my bed and jumped on, the force almost making me fall off. He tackled me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug, making me smile against his chest. Liam's hugs have always made me feel better. After a minute, he pulled away and held me against him, under the blankets.

"Night, Sammy." He sang and I rolled my eyes.

"Night, LiLi."