Liam
On the way to my parent's house, I can tell how freaked out Liv is. I thought getting her out of the city and spending some time with my family would help snap her out of the weird mood she's been in this week but if anything, I think it's made it worse. She's sitting in the passenger seat not saying a word. Her legs are curled up on the seat where she can hug her knees to her chest. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she looks straight out the front windshield. At first she was nodding along to what I was saying but now I don't think she registers that I'm talking. When I snap her out of it, I know I was right. I know her well enough to know, whatever it is that's bothering her, she's not ready to talk about yet. She'll probably wait until she's stressed to her breaking point and let it all boil over. It's just how she is. It's infuriating but I know there's nothing I can do to change her. I wouldn't want to. All I can do is remind her that I'm here if she needs it and try to take her mind off whatever she's worrying about. I think I've just about got it down to a science at this point.
When I kiss her I do it to clear her head and I think it helps. But more than anything I'm relieved that I don't feel the disconnect I've been feeling so often from her lately. When she first arrived in London she barely let me touch her. Then we finally had sex the night we decided on the house. It felt amazing to be with her like that again. It had been so long. But it was worth the wait. I mean I'm a guy so any sex is usually good sex. But with Liv it's amazing. We know each others bodies, each others minds. We know exactly what the other likes. It's so much better when that connection is there. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of meaningless one night stands. Between Danielle and Sophia I tried it out for a while. But it's not for me. I don't know how guys like Harry and Louis prefer it. But then the next day, she pulled away again. I don't know what I did or if it was even me but I gave her space. Then last night she finally came back to me only to get distant again this morning. And now she's kissing me back so intently I have to force myself to keep it under control. When I pull back she keeps her eyes locked on mine practically begging me to keep going. My resolve is nearly broken until I seen the curtains in the front window moving out of the corner of my eye. My mum is on her way out to greet us. This will have to wait. Hopefully her mood doesn't swing back again. It's starting to give me whiplash.
When we finally get out of the car my mum is already there bombarding us with hugs and kisses. I have no idea how Liv got the idea in her head that my family doesn't like her. It couldn't be further from the truth. She's only met them once but she left a great impression. Every time I talk to my mum she asks when I'm going to bring her around again. And after what happened earlier this week I know Ruth feels closer to her. I was worried that my sisters would never accept Liv to be honest. They were so close to Sophia. She was a part of our family for so long I was afraid it would make it harder for Liv to gain their trust. But now I'm sure the more time they spend with her, the more they'll love her. Just like I do.
Once again my mum hijacks Liv from me and leads her into the house where everyone is gathered. I notice Tom sitting in the corner next to Ruth and give him a small nod. It seems to help erase the nervous as hell look he was wearing on his face at least. I'm still a little pissed about everything but I realize that I may have overreacted a little too. I know he wasn't trying to hurt Ruth, physically or emotionally. And I guess if she forgave him I should too. Or try to at least. My mum has Liv in the kitchen chatting her ear off about something so I sneak past them and go out onto the deck where my dad is grilling.
"Need any help out here?" I ask while I close the sliding door behind me.
"My boy, finally. There's getting to be a little too much estrogen around here." He says with a chuckle. My poor dad. He's always outnumbered.
