You're Welcome

Chapter 14

"Come on Sally I'm taking you home," Liam says as she clutches his jacket tightly, her head resting on his chest.

"Please don't make me, I keep having to go back there, to get my things, to check on the place and every fucking time I try to I can't stay I-... Please, please don't make me," She whimpers and Liam holds her a little tighter.

"Ah kid," He breathes and swallows the lump in his throat as he listens to her cry. Liam wants to track down his brother and beat the living shit out of him. Liam wants to trash his brothers fucking flat. Liam wants to do everything to hurt him. Sally whimpers, snapping him out of his angered state. All Liam wants is to take away her pain. All Liam wants is to make her feel ok again.

"Alright, we'll got to mine. It'll be alright you'll see,"

"But it won't be. I'll never be alright,"

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Liam helps her out the taxi and leads Sally inside his flat. She hasn't said a word, remained silent through the whole journey to his home. Liam worries about her as he takes her inside. He takes his arm from around her shoulders and walks into his kitchen, putting the kettle on. His mam would be proud, tea is always the way for when you're having a shit time. Liam turns around expecting Sally to be there in the doorway only to find she's not. Frowning, he walks into the hallways to be confronted by Sally's broken form on the floor at the front door, curled into a tiny ball. Liam feels like his heart literally cracks looking at her. He curses and rushes over, turning her over gently. Her tear stained face and wet eyes make him flinch as she stares blankly.

"Sally," He calls softly and she winces before looking at him.

"Come on," He murmurs and she just shakes her head. Liam searches her face a few moments before scooping her up and taking her into his bedroom, sitting her down on the edge of the bed. She doesn't react, doesn't look at him and Liam isn't sure what to do. Her clothes are wet from the rain, so he pulls off her jacket. He checks her face, to make sure what he's doing is ok but she's still staring at nothing, clearly lost in her own mind, numb to anything else. Liam slips off her shoes and socks and peels off her wet jeans. He grabs a towel from his en suite and carefully dries her hair, drying off her legs too. Liam stops, sitting back and looking her up and down.

"Sally?" He tries to get her attention but she doesn't answer him. Her only reaction is a single tear slipping down her cheek followed by another. Liam closes his eyes, swallowing back the sorrow and anger bubbling in his stomach. He wipes away the tears with the towel in his hand but he can see it's a losing battle. Getting up with a sigh, he pulls back the duvet, gently pulls her down and then lifts her legs, slipping them under the duvet. He brushes back the hair from her eyes as she lies on her side, still silent. He bends down and kisses her head, pulling the duvet up over her shoulders and leaves her to sleep.

As soon as the bedroom door clicks shut behind Liam, gut wrenching pain floods Sally and she sobs, holding her stomach tightly, trying to hold herself together as she falls apart. Sally cries and sobs until she finds herself drifting into a sleep akin to oblivion with flashes of memories and dreams that make her moan and cry out in her dreams.

Noel.

Noel.

Noel.

Sally wakes with a start and groans to the pounding in her head. He's haunting her. He won't leave her alone. Her thought are of him and him only. Over and over, Sally replays everything. His hands on her. His mouth on hers. The sound of his voice, the smell of his skin, the taste of his lips, his laugh, his breathtakingly beautiful eyes. Sally wants to scream, sobs shuddering through her body as she puts her hands to her head, trying to block everything out. Why hadn't he called? Even... Even just to end it. Sally was starting to wonder if she even existed. If all that happened, did it really happen? Or was it all just an alcohol fueled dream? A wonderful dream. Then she looks around her, finds her surroundings to be not of that B&B, not of her own flat and not of home but of Liam Gallagher's home.