Olivia
The next morning I wake up to the feeling of a hand trailing softly up and down my arm that's stretched out towards Liam. When I open my eyes he pulls me close to his body, kissing me gently at first before increasing the intensity as I wake up. While my arms rest on his bare shoulders, he keeps one hand on my back while the other goes around my thigh and pulls it up to wrap around him. With his hand still on my leg his fingers creep up under my shorts and panties. When we roll over he's hovering over me, pushing my t-shirt up over my stomach. As his lips brush my skin I get a strange sense of déjà vu but I try to ignore it. It isn't until his lips brush over the faint raised scar on my left side that it all comes rushing back to me. Harry did the same thing only a few hours ago.
I think I flinch at some point and Liam looks at me with a confused look. But when he sees the look on my face he stops what he's doing immediately, pulling my t-shirt back down over my body and scooting up so he's lying next to me leaning up on his elbow.
"What's wrong love?" He asks, reaching forward to wipe away wetness at my eyes I didn't even realize was there.
"Nothing. I'm fine. You can keep going." I assure him.
"Liv. You are not fine. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
"Really I'm fine. I'm just tired. Let's get back to what we were doing. Actually do you want me to, you know?" I suggest. I know I can't have sex with him but I feel bad leaving him horny and confused.
"Olivia Grace Spencer. Do you really think I'm going to let you give me a blow job when you're clearly upset about something?" He asks, sounding almost offended but his hand strokes my cheek gently at the same time, softening his words.
"No." I admit in a small voice. He's too observant. I was hoping to throw him off but I know it's no use.
"Is this about leaving today? Because trust me, I'm not too thrilled about it either. I hate it when you're gone."
"I really am going to miss you." I assure him. And I will. Just because I slept with Harry doesn't mean I don't love Liam anymore. I'm just confused.
"I'm going to miss you too. But it's only for a little while. And pretty soon after that we'll be back in London, in our house. After the tour and the album stuff is over I'm gonna be there with you every night. I'll cook you dinner and we'll eat it in front of the tv watching your ridiculous doctor, and vampire, and pretty little liar shows. We'll have all the privacy we want. So if we want to do it on the kitchen counter we totally can. You know, I was thinking we should get a dog or something too. He'll definitely like you better than me but that's fine because who could really blame him. He'll curl up at your feet in our bed while I hold you and the three of us will be like this little family." He muses in my ear while he pulls me close. I lay my head against his chest while he talks, listening to his heart beat and trying to relax but every word he says only makes me feel worse. If he knew what happened last night, it would destroy him.
"That sounds amazing." I finally say after a beat. Because it does. I can see the picture he's painting in his head and I want it.
"I love you Liv. I can't wait to make that dream a reality. I'm going to give you everything you want and more. Everything you deserve."
"I love you too Liam." I choke out, trying to stop myself from crying again. He kisses my forehead before kissing my lips gently and pulling me back into his chest again. We lay there for a little while and I pretend that everything is fine until it's time to get up and get ready to leave.
Meredith picked me up about an hour later. She's taking me back to my mom's house so we have a good hour long car ride ahead of us. About 10 minutes in she commented that I looked tired and that I was being quiet but I ignored her concern and told her I was fine. I guess it's a good thing that I can blame any moodiness right now on Liam leaving. If only it was that simple. When I get back home I say hi to my mom and grandparents who are there waiting for me. I make myself sit out in the kitchen with everyone while they're there and be social but as soon as they leave I excuse myself to my room. I'm relieved that they left as bad as it sounds.
