"So what's up?" Niall asks me.
"Well," I start. "Liam wants me to come over. And he's making it seem like he wants to have sex. And I've never had sex and I mean sure it'd be fun, but I'm nervous and it's not something I just want to give away."
Niall shakes his head. "Liam? Really? You would lose your virginity to him?!" He says, his voise getting louder.
"That's not what I said."
"He's a player, Brooke. He's using you!"
"He is NOT using me! And it's not like I said yes, anyways!"
Niall runs a hand through his hair. Niall grabs his coat.
"I'm gonna go. Do what you want. I'll call you soon. When I'm not so mad."
I feel tears sting my eyes as he walks out the door.
I grab my keys and get into my car and drive to Liam's. I'm not gonna have sex with him I just need someone to talk to.
A few seconds after I know he answers the door. Beore he can say anything I'm hugging him with tears soaking my cheekc.
"Brooke, what's going on?"
"Me and Niall just got into a fight." I sob even more.
"Come sit down."
I let Liam hold me there until I've calmed down a bit.
He lifts my chin up and kisses me sweetly. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. He starts to deepen the kiss and I let him.
He starts to pull my shirt up.
"Liam, what are you doing?" I ask.
"Taking your shirt off."
I pull my shirt back down. "Why?"
"Just like what I said in my text. No clothe required," he winks.
"I like to keep my clothes on, actually," I say.
"So you didn't come over to have sex?"
"No. I came over because my best friend and I are fighting and I needed someone to talk to. I thought my boyfriend would be that person."
"Wow! I know we went on a couple dates, but we never made it official."
I feel my stomach drop.
"So you just wanted to get into my pants?"
"I wouldn't put it that way, I just wanted a casual fling. No strings attached."
My jaw drops as he says these words. I feel like a knife has been sliced though my gut. And the worst part? Niall was right and I was a bitch to him.
"Well, I am not into that. Ilike meaningful relationships." I grab my coat and my keys and I walk out the door.
I feel like shit. I won't be getting a best friend of the year award, that's for sure.
I feel like calling Niall, but I don't need an ""I told you so" right now. So I settle for ice cream instead.
I pull into the ice cream place and go to the counter.
"Can I get chocolate ice cream, and lots of sprinkles."
The guy behind the counter nods. I hear the door open and close as I wait for my ice cream and hear a familiar Irish accent.
