Olivia
I didn't expect to feel so strange being back in London. But I can't get over how different it is from the last time I was here. So much has happened. And besides that, I feel strange seeing Liam again. I thought as soon as I saw him some kind of switch would flip in my head. Harry or Liam. But it hasn't. When I walked off the plane it was like a magnet was pulling me toward him. I wanted to have my hands on him as soon as possible. And I wanted to be in his arms. Breathing in that familiar Liam smell was heady. Mint and his cologne and a slight hint or cigarettes. I hate that part but it's become such an association with him, I don't complain as much anymore.
I didn't want him to let me go but I knew we couldn't exactly stand in the middle of the airport all day. In the car he held my hand and I couldn't help but smile at the familiar gesture. But then he asked about what I was doing at home. And telling me about the Baltimore show I missed and the video shoot. I couldn't help but feel guilty. I hate lying to him. I thought that was my decision. I had to be done with Harry. But then he walked into the kitchen. His long, muscular legs stuffed into those skinny jeans of his. His biceps flexing under his paper thin white t-shirt when he hoisted himself onto the counter. I could see his tattoos through it perfectly. The way his pink lips turned up into a smirk as soon as he saw me, sending butterflies fluttering through my stomach. It was very clear to me that getting over him was not going to be so easy.
Getting ready tonight I'm not sure who I'm trying to look good for. But by the way Liam's jaw drops when I walk out in my little black dress I know he approves. It's not too short and the skirt flares out instead of clinging to my hips but it's very low cut. Lower than I usually wear. Or I guess used to wear is probably a better way to describe it. But seeing his eyes focus on my chest while I slip on my shoes is worth it. He looks good too. He's just wearing dark skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt but it clings to his growing arms and chest. His beard is at the perfect length and so is his hair. I know he likes it a little shorter because it's easier but I've told him how much I like it just a little longer on top. So clearly he's keeping my opinions in mind.
When we're both ready we head out to the kitchen to see everyone waiting for us. When they see us they all make jokes about why we were taking so long then we all take a shot before heading out to the cars. Funky Buddha unfortunately closed a few months ago but apparently this place has kind of taken its spot. When we get to the club I grab a drink immediately. Unfortunately it doesn't take long before I'm cornered by one of the people I was avoiding. Lexie.
"Can we talk?" She asks cautiously. I can tell she's trying to soften her voice but I know she's not asking, she's telling me we're going to talk.
"Do we have to do this here Lex? I just want to have a good time."
"Ok. So we'll talk and have a good time together after." She says and I can tell I am not getting out of this.
"Fine. What?" I ask with a sigh before going to sit in one of the corner booths in our section. I take a sip of my drink and prepare for another lecture.
"I'm sorry."
"Wait. What?" I ask, practically spitting out my drink. That was not what I expected.
"I'm sorry for blowing up on you like that. I know I overreacted. I was just so pissed that I wasn't the first person you wanted to go to with this."
"Because I knew how you would react! And I was right!" I remind her, not even trying not to raise my voice.
"I would've reacted better if you had told me first." She argues.
"But you still would've had something to say. I don't get why you're so against me moving in with Liam."
