The Definition of Me

Chapter 6: Fight Club.

"I... kind of need a place to stay the night..." I said in a whisper-like tone.
He leaned on the door with his hands crossed, as if waiting for me to explain a little more.

"Look...I am..." I paused and thought of the two possible things I could say:

1) Make a totally false, delusive excuse.
2) Tell the unspoken truth.

Both choices terrified me. It was as if I was playing 'who wants to be a millionaire', except that in my head both choices would make me lose my imaginary one million dollars.
Realising I have been standing silent for more then a minute made the situation triple in it's level of awkwardness. It was the same exact silence during the game when the player became puzzled and didn't know the answer, which would lead to the host saying "So, have you made your decision?".

"Rose?" Liam mumbled, trying to get me to say something.

"Liam, I am sorry... I am sorry I ran away from you, though I wanted to stay. I am sorry that I left you alone at the game, even though I never wanted to leave. I am sorry I didn't reply to your voice mails, which made it seem like I didn't care, even though I listened to every single one of them. I am sorry it all turned out the way it did. And I know that sorry doesn't fix anything, but sorry is all I can say to you and I mean it... and from my experiences...most people I heard it from don't..." I said with a saddening voice and took a deep breath before continuing.

"I am going through something in my life right now. And I am sure you don't want to be lectured on the traumas of my life at 1am in the morning, as dramatic as that sounds" I then added.

"Okay." he said with a nod, looking down at the floor for a second.

"Okay?" I asked, a bit confused by his response. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked back up at me to say something,

"I just want to know that the girl that is about to spend the night at my place..." he continued, putting his hands in his pockets.
"...won't leave the morning after without even saying goodbye."

"That would suck." I replied and he grinned.

"Here." I then said and handed him my phone and my keys.

"You can hide these from me somewhere for the night. And give it back to me in the morning. My phone is one of the most materialistically important things I have besides by wallet, and I wouldn't leave without my keys either, since I can't go back to Gemma's." I explained.

"I guess I am not in your stalker category if you trust me with your phone." he commented, smiling a little.

"Or it is just put on lock screen." I answered, making us both laugh. Liam pressed his index finger to his lips and made a "Shh" sound whilst trying to stop laughing, so we wouldn't wake the neighbours up.

He then gestured me to come inside and went to his bedroom to get some pillows and blankets. In the meantime, I looked around the apartment. As soon as I entered, there was a small corridor with a mirror hanged on it's left side. Next to it was a wooden clothing rack, which had some hats and jackets hanged on it. As I started walking forwards, in front of me stood a large, brown, leather couch, surrounded by a few plants, with a wide rug put on the spruce wooden floor, which had a tribal, triangular print on it. There were a few metallic shelves hanged here and there and on one of them there was put an old, shiny, read  record player, which gave a vibrant, vintage vibe to the room. The couch was facing a medium-sized TV with a video game console and behind the screen was a big, black-framed window that showed the midnight streets of Brooklyn, which I found mesmerizing, and paused to look at the view for a moment.