Not In Love With Liam

13~ Confessions

⚓NOAH OQUAYE⚓

It was 7:27am. Monday. I woke up next to Liam.

Shit.

I slept with him?

I guess so.

I rolled back onto my side and tried again to sleep.

😊😊😊

7:30am. Still Monday. Still next to Liam.

Holy shit!

I fucking slept with him??!

I had to get back to uni ASAP.
My first class would start in half an hour and Liam's mum or stepdad would probably be walking in some time about now.

I sat up in a panic, but stopped myself from jumping out of bed and held the sheets against myself hastily.

Where in hell were my clothes??

Liam moved slightly but remained asleep.
I rolled my eyes.
His dark hair had been ruffled and now hung in effortless waves down his face. His cheeks were a pale shade of pink against his olive skin, and his masculine hands were tucked neatly beneath his head.

I slid out of the bed quietly, protected against nudity with nothing but a pillow and my knickers.
Liam's doorhandle twisted and I threw myself into the wardrobe before the door was flung open.

"Hun?" His mother's soft voice bounced across the room. "Liam, hun?"
He flinched as she came to sit beside him on the bed.
Her foot brushed against something on the floor and she picked it up.

"Oh, Liam! And whose is this?"
I couldn't see what it was at first, but she held it up to the light and I soon recognised my Wonder Woman bra.

"Shit." I whispered under my breath.

His mum flung my underwear in his face and ruffled his hair some more.

"I want answers. You naughty thing."
He sat up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light.
He brushed my bra out off his face and scrabbled his hair back into 'place'. (Although it still looked like a nest from where I was.)

He quickly caught a sence of his surroundings, and confusion as well as embarassment took to his perfect face.
"Where's..?" he stopped himself.
"The girl to whom this belongs?"
"Um.."
"Yeah.. um. Anyway. I can see you need to compose yourself. Don't rush though. Bank holiday, remember?"
He nodded slowly, closing his eyes and putting his hands to his temples.

His mum stood up and slipped out through the door.

Bank holiday? That meant no lessons!

I grabbed one of Liam's football
t shirts and quickly slung it over myself before stepping out of the wardrobe.

"Holy sh...." he gasped.
"Back from Narnia. It was great by the way, thanks for asking." I smirked sarcastically.
He smiled. "Hope you didn't leave the other half of this back there." He held my bra by a strap, swinging it in circles. His voice was husky and erotic.
He patted the space on the bed beside him, gesturing for me to come and sit there.
"My mum walked in... That was awkward as hell." He covered his face.
"Last time I checked, you weren't the one hiding in a wardrobe, while your underwear was being flung about."
He smiled again at me. His whole being was engulfed in bliss.