A Collection of Odds & Ends

All Dressed Up In Bad News (Liam Hemsworth)

This has been sitting in my files for a while. I had almost forgotten that it even existed. Oops.

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"You!" He shouted like a man possessed. His long arm stretched out, his finger pointed directly at the piece of shit before him. "You stay away from her!" He bellowed as loudly as he could.

The other man had flinched, only slightly, when he'd grabbed his shirt collar winding up to deliver a punch to the jaw. Before he could follow through, someone had grabbed him and shook him off. Shouting his name and dragging him backwards.

"Liam!" he heard his voice again, this time softer.

"Huh?" Liam shook the fog from his brain, glancing down he realized he wasn't in a filled to the brim pub. No, he was sitting on the sofa in her living room, gazing into space and even drooling a little. Wiping his hand across his mouth, he realized how parched he was. "Mallory?" her name stuck in his throat.

"Liam?" Her voice was soft and kind, her brown eyes looked at him with full curiosity. She was so clueless to it all. "Are you okay?"

"How did I?" He scratched the back of his head. "When did I?" he drunkenly tried to piece this together.

The last thing he remembered was being shoved out of the bar, into the busy street, somebody shouting at him to get the fuck out of the area.

"How, I don't know." Mallory shrugged. "When, about thirty minutes ago. You came in, telling me you had to tell me something and then you sat down and spaced out."

"Right." Liam nodded, trying to remember his journey to the other side of town.

Handing him a cup of hot coffee, Mallory lowered herself to sit beside him on the sofa. Rubbing his back, she smiled warmly. He loved her smile, always so sweet. Her hair was tied back and she was in pjs, taking a sip of the coffee, Liam sniffled.

"Did I wake you?" his voice was low.

"No, I was up watching tv." Mallory confessed. Liam nodded and mumbled something about that being good. "Are you sure you're okay? You were really mad, when you came in."

"Weren't you supposed to be out, for your anniversary?" Liam asked, gazing into his cup. He remembered why he was here. After seeing her boyfriend in the bar, sucking the face off of another woman, Liam had rushed over.

Mallory was a good person. A kind, gentle soul, and she didn't deserve to have some asshole do that to her.

"Kev is sick." Mallory sighed, her hand stopping the gently circular motions across Liam's back. "So, we decided to go out next weekend. When he's feeling better."

"Sick. Right, yeah." Liam coughed. Leaning forward, he set his mug down on the coffee table.

How did he tell her?

He would only break her heart, but he couldn't stand the thoughts of Kevin doing that to her. If Liam didn't tell her then who would? If somebody was doing that to him, he'd want to be told.

"Lee?" Mallory's voice broke through his foggy brain, once again. "I don't want to sound bossy, but maybe you should take a nap. Sleep some of this off. You're pretty wasted."

She had saw Liam drunk before, but this was a new level all on its own. She had never saw him this wasted before, it was strange. It appeared the higher his alcohol intake, the quieter he became.

"I'm not really that drunk." He protested, not daring to shake his head. If he did, the room spun.

"And I am a natural blonde." Mallory winked, extending the end of her dark pony tail for dramatics. "Go ahead, lie down. I'll get you a blanket."