The rest of our Christmas night, we watched movies and joked around. Around one or two, everyone had fallen asleep on top of each other, covered in blankets. I was on the low lying sofa with Liam, who was fast asleep. I haven't moved my head off his lap, but I couldn't sleep. Voices came in and out like light whispers, which frustrated because usually they were loud enough to hear what they were saying, but now I couldn't hear anything but muffles.
I get up, completely frustrated, slowly wiggling my way out of Liam's arms. I walk over to the bathroom to the medicine cupboard and take out my pills, taking two, then walking back to Liam. I take a water bottle and take down the pills. Heavy banging on the door woke up everyone, including the kitten. The kitten went back to sleep while I walked over to the door.
"What the bloody hell?" groaned Zayn. A figure covered in snow stood at the doorway, moving side to side. The figure moved it head, taking off some snow and revealing a familiar face: Mike.
"Mike?! O-oh my god, are you ok?" I asked. I move aside and pull him in. Outside, the snow and wind raged on with howls. He shakes off the remaining snow and peels off his soaking coats.
"I'm sorry it's so late but my car broke down a block back, I don't know anyone else who would pick me up at this hour and in the snow." He sighed.
"It's ok, I you can stay here until the weird storm blows over. It was snowing heavy earlier, but it wasn't like this." I motion that he take off his soaking boots and I take his coats over to the back room to our dryer. The loud clanging of the heater and the coats rang through the room once I started the old machine up. I walk back to see everyone talking to Mike tiredly. Everyone but Liam that is. He stayed on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, staring at him with anger.
"Liam, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" I asked quietly. His eyes soften up a bit and he got up, excusing himself from the quiet conversation. I placed the kettle with water over the stove fire to heat up.
"Liam is everything alright?" I asked.
"No! What is your ex-boyfriend doing here! I thought he was obsessed with you?" he half shouted/ whispered.
"I don't know! He isn't drunk, or drugged..." I look back over where he was playing with the kitten, making the girls laugh and laughing with the lads after saying a joke.
"So he must be telling the truth." I look back at Liam who looked at him angrily.
"Liam, are you jealous?" I giggled.
"What! No! Of that twit?" Liam was fuming with anger. I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. I took the kettle off the stove and pour out a mug for Mike, put in a tea bag, then walked back to the living room.
"So there I was, reaching for the last shot, when the big guy vomited all over the table, and I couldn't drink the last one. Anyways, I won, and I got my free tattoo here." He showed his little crudely written "winner' tattoo on his forearm. Everyone laughed and looked at the tattoo in amazement.
"Was the guy still wasted when he did it?" asked Marie.
"Yea, it stung a little because it was completely sloppy, but I still like it." He pulls down his sleeve I hand him the mug and he smiles at me.
"Thanks Bridget. This girl was there too! She told me not to, but I went for it! She got another, sober guy to give her a tattoo the same time." He chuckles.
"I didn't trust them! They tried to disinfect my skin with whisky!" I protested. I sat down on the sofa and Liam sat down next to me, putting his arm around me and holding me closely.
"Really? I have one on my wrist right here." Says Marie, showing the little cross on her wrist that went down the side of her hand. "Can you show us yours?"
I moved my hair aside and showed the tattoo behind my ear. It was a little dove with its wings up.
"That's so pretty!" said Perrie amazed.
"I have a music note on my wrist, somewhere like Marie." Jane pulled up her bracelets to show us. The lads then start talking about every tattoo they have, which is a lot. Zayn and Louis had the most I think. Liam just showed his feather tattoo on his forearm, then kept quiet with a serious face.
"I don't like needles, that's why I don't have anything." Said Niall, cuddling up to Marie. They then went off talked about secretly getting Niall to get a tattoo when he's pissed drunk or something. Marie got really mad and started to tell off Louis, who was laughing and hiding behind Eleanor.
"Li, are you ok?" I whispered to Liam.
"Fine." He said with a flat tone. The buzz of the dryer went off, grabbing my attention.
"Mike, your coats are dry now." I said loud enough for him to hear over the argument. He nodded and stood up, following me to the back room. I walk in then I hear the door close. I turn around to see Mike move up against me, and keeping me against the machine.
"I missed you Bridge. A lot." He whispered hoarsely.
"Mike get off me." I demanded. He started to kiss my neck gently and I push him off. He looks at me with a mix of surprised and anger.
"Get your coats and get out of here before I have your new 'friends' throw you out. And never come back." I said angrily as I pushed myself out of the way and out the door. I go over and hug Liam tightly.
"Bri, what's wrong?" he asked. Mike abruptly walked out of the back room and spoke up.
"Well guys I have to go, the wind died down, and I need to salvage my car." He said, putting on his dry coats. He looked out and it was true, the snow stopped flurrying around and it was now just dark.
"You sure? Bridge, why doesn't he stay here, it's still late." Said Zayn
"No. You have to leave home early, don't you?" I glared at Mike as he gave me an emotionless expression.
"Yea. I'll see you all around someday." He waved and then walked back out. They all glared at me surprised.
"Bridget, what was that for?" asks Eleanor.
"Yea, it's Christmas! There's no reason to be rude. He was a nice bloke" Said Louis.
"That 'nice bloke' just try to dry hump me in the back room right now." I pointed at the door while everyone looked at me surprised.
"He's a dead man." Grumbled Liam as he got up. The other four stood up as well.
"No Liam, there's no point. He knows he isn't welcome here anymore, and I don't want to pick you up at the police station or hospital on Christmas." I sighed. The other four sat back down while Liam walked over to me. He hugs me and I burry my face in his chest.
"Don't worry, I'll always be here for you. Just tell me next time he bothers you, and I'll beat his worthless arse." I giggled then looked up at him as he pecks my lips.
"So like are we going to watch you kiss or are we going back to bed, I'm exaughsted." Complained Jane. We all laugh as Harry holds her close and kisses her temple.
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I know this story has been slow and full of detail, but i hope you like this bit of suspense because i added a bit of FORESHADOWING! Give you a clue to what is going to happen next :D
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Beautifully Broken (Liam Payne)
Fanfiction[Completed] "I'm Bridget Ambergate. Full-time university student and party-er. Some people say I have to slow down, but what's the fun in that? That's who I am, and it's hard to change who you are. I'm supposed to meet up with this guy named Liam. F...
