Shy [Liam Payne]

Chapter 37

*Marianne's Point of View*

"Go away." I mumbled as somebody interrupted my sleep by poking me in the face. They poked me again. I forced my eyes to open so I could see who it was.

"Yay! You're up!" Harry cheered. I rolled my eyes and pulled the duvet over my head. "Come on, we've got a long day ahead of us."

"What are we doing?" I asked tiredly.

"Well, I'm supposed to take you to Lou's house so she can help you get ready. Lux is sick and Tom is out of town, so she has no one to keep the baby." He explained. "But you're going on a double date with Liam, Louis, and Eleanor."

"I don't wanna." I whined.

"I can't help you there. But get up so we aren't late." He told me with a chuckle. I hesitantly got out of bed and he left. I washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth. My hair was so long that if I tilted my head back a little, it would touch my butt and that brightened my day a bit. But not much.

I dressed in leggings and a big t-shirt. I left my hair down in it's wavy form and didn't bother with makeup, since Lou will cover me in it. I got my sunglasses and phone, then decided I was ready.

I saw that somebody left a note on the front door. I pulled it off and began reading it.

'I just remembered that Niall and I have an interview. Get Liam to take you to Lou's place. Sooooorry'

I sighed and pulled on my Ugg boots. I get to spend my whole day with Liam.

Yay.

Thanks, Harry.

I walked down the hallway to Liam's flat and knocked on his front door. A couple seconds later he opened it.

"Do you ever wear clothes?" I asked the shirtless guy standing in front of me.

"Not really." He shook his head and opened the door wider so I could come in. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere with Harry?"

"Aren't you supposed to shave every day so you don't look like a mountain man?" I mimicked him.

"Did you just come here to harass me about my beard or do you have a logical reason?" He questioned.

I sighed. "I need a ride to Lou's house so she can do my makeup and stuff for our date." I told him. "And you don't even have a beard. It's more like an almost-goatee." I added.

"I thought Harry was taking you." He stated in confusion.

"He just remembered that he had an interview this morning." I explained.

"I'll take you. Make yourself at home while I go get dressed." He told me before going to his room. My OCD took over and I began cleaning his living room. There were several beer bottles that I forgot to get last time I was here and tons of takeout food boxes. I noticed a pile of paper on the floor. It was things cut out from magazines. Some of it was pictures of me and him, some of just me alone, and some articles about me.

The articles were surprisingly nice. They would compliment my long hair or my fashion sense, which I appreciated. I never knew tabloids could actually be nice.

But why does Liam have this?

I decided to ask him about it later and continued cleaning. A couple minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom ready to go.

"Do you really have to clean my house every time you come over?" He complained. "I'm an adult and fully capable of doing it myself."

"Obviously you aren't." I shook my head.

"It's just not cleaning day." He defended himself.

"When's cleaning day?" I questioned.

"Uhm... Saturday." He lied.

"Today is Saturday." I sighed.

"Are you ready to go?" He changed the subject, realizing I was winning this argument.

"I've been waiting on you." I chuckled.

"Well, lets go then." He said, grabbing his keys from a hook by the door. He held every single door open for me from the door to his flat to the car door. "So do you hate me today?" He asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"I don't hate anybody. I'm full of love and sunshine." I replied sarcastically. "No, I don't hate you today."

"Good. Because I don't like when you hate me." He told me.

"I don't like when you give me a reason to hate you." I mimicked him.

"Can we try to get along for this date?" He asked hopefully.

"Lets try." I agreed.

***

With my makeup done lightly and my hair in a messy fishtail braid, I was ready for our 'date'. I was wearing a cute romper with a pair of sandals. When I went in the living room, Liam and Louis were arguing about something.

"Marianne, tell Liam he has to go change shirts." Louis complained. I noticed that they has the same color shirt on. I chuckled.

"But his shirt matches my jewelry." I disagreed with my brother.

"You idiots." Louis muttered, walking away in defeat. I chuckled and sat on the couch.

"I should go change my shirt just to piss him off." Liam said mischievously.

"No, you can't." I shook my head. "Because it matches my jewelry and we can't clash. It drives me crazy when couples don't match."

"Couples?" He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

"I- You know what I meant." I crossed my arms, glaring at him.