Lost In Your Tattoos || l.p.

nine

👑Reagan👑

"RISE AND SHINE!", Liam screams in my ear.

"What the heck?!", I scream back.

"I have pancakes in the kitchen if you want any", Liam smirks knowing that I'd strangle someone for pancakes.

I smirk back and shove him off the bed. I sprint to the kitchen and grab a ton of pancakes and slap them on a plate. Liam runs into the room and smiles evilly at me.

"Come here", he smiles in a creepy way.

"Nope", I counter back.

He tries to grab me by running around the island which is separating us. I slip out of his reach.

"Awww! Come on! You know I'm not a fast runner", he says sarcastically.

"Sorry turtle!"

"Well, I'll just have to come and get you."

He stares me down and then out of nowhere hops across the island. I try to hop out of the way but feel myself being pulled to the ground. I let out a groan as I feel a sharp stinging in my leg.

"Are you okay?", he asks worriedly.

"Nooooo! I'm just too LAZY to get up so I'll sit in an uncomfortable position for no reason!", I fire back sarcastically.

Liam crouches beside me and stares at my leg, eyebrows furrowed.

"Just um, just.... OH! Lets set you up on the couch, love!", he says excitedly.

A string of cuss words leave my mouth as I try to stand up.

Liam picks me up careful not to mess with my injured leg and brings me over to the l-shaped couch.

"Just relax and don't do anything stupid!", he calls over his shoulder. He walks back into the room with a blanket, a sandwich, and a glass of water with ice floating at the top. I thank him and he tells me that he's going out for a jog and that if I need him, I can call him. I laugh thinking of the contact name I created for myself in his phone.

*6:50pm that night*

"You feel better?", Liam questions as he sits down on the edge of the couch.

"Yeah, but I have a headache", I groan, my voice coming out as a whisper.

"We've got some advil in the medicine cabinet", he replies.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me up slowly, making sure not to let me put a lot of pressure on my hurt leg.

"Wow, this is small", I exclaim when we enter the bathroom at the end of the hall.

We cramp together trying to find the advil which only makes my headache worse.

Liam grins down at me and opens the small cabinet positioned directly in front of me.

"What exactly helps headaches love?", Liam asks.

"Let me see", I respond by supporting myself on one leg and holding onto the counter to scan the contents.

I pull out the small bottle of Advil and open the capsule. After taking two pills out, I swallow them and hobble back on the sofa.

The seat beside me sinks down from Liam sitting down.

"I'M HUNGRYYYYY!", I groan and cover my eyes with my newly painted fingernails.

"What the hell are your nails supposed to be?", he asks with a disgusted look on his face.

"LIAM!", I exclaim.

"What?"

"You're mean", I whisper with a pouty look on my face.

"I was just asking", he laughs.

"They're supposed to be daisies, and you asked quite rudely might I add", I mutter under my breath.

"Well I'm heading upstairs", I say. I stand up and Liam frowns.

"Why?", he whines.

"I don't know, maybe because I want to."

"Whatever, come on", he smirks and heads up the staircase.

"Maybe I'll just stay down here then", I grin.