Not A Word

Chapter Twenty Five

No! I could like Liam that was impossible. I promised myself that I would never fall for one of them. It didn't matter that he was changed he still fell in that category for now.

I trusted him, yes, but it was still a growing trust. I was not yet to the level of trust that I could fully be comfortable with liking him. A lump formed in my throat as I thought about liking Liam.

I looked at him and now noticed things I never had before. His brown eyes looked like pools of milk chocolate. They were entrancing and pulled you into their depths. His light brown hair was cut short and styled up in quiff. Even though it probably had a ton of hair gel in it it still looked soft. I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through it to find out.

His lips were a light rosy pink with the bottom one slightly larger than the top. I couldn't help but imagine the soft cushion that lip would make for mine. I could imagine his large calloused hands gently cupping my face and bringing it to his. A small moan nearly escaped me as I imagined the impossible.

Liam would never like me, a girl who was an outcast in her own home. The imagination was a dangerous thing. It could show me am image of how he would look without that shirt, with a gentle smile on his face as he pulled me close. I could imagine the feel of his arms as they wrapped around my small body.

These thoughts were leading into dangerous territory. If I kept this up I might speak my desire aloud. If Liam knew how I felt he would be disgusted. I would lose the only friend I had that was my age. He might even rejoin Zayn.

My throat constricted at the thought. If Liam joined Zayn again then he would have so much to use against me. It pained me to think that he could leave me high and dry so easily and I would be devastated.

We reached his room and I sat on his bed, taking the materials we would need from my bag. "So how do you want to do this? We could divide the work or just do parts together."

"Why don't we just talk for a while. I don't really know anything about you Tara and I'm curious. The only things I know is the stuff I've figured out and that Zayn has told me, which I'm assuming is false."

I shrugged and leaned back against the headboard. "Alright shoot." Don't look nervous Tara. It's just a few innocent questions.

"For one, what has changed? You seem happier and more lively than the last time I saw you."

"Well I don't live with my parents anymore. A... um... friend took me in and has been helping me out."

"Who? If you don't mind me asking." he said lightly.

"Um..." I bit my lip nervously. Would he get angry if he knew Greg had taken me in? "You won't get angry?" I asked.

"I promise. I'm grateful to them for helping you."

"Greg, Niall's brother. He found me the one day Zayn got to me pretty bad. After um... some things happened he took me in."

Liam nodded. Apparently he saw I didn't want to talk about it anymore because he changed the subject, "How was your school before this one?"

"Better. There were people who bullied me but I had friends. They were amazing but they were afraid to truly help me because of my parents. It was still nice to have someone to talk to when I needed it though." I smiled, remembering them.

A few hours later it was getting dark. After an hour of Q an A we got down to work designing an Eco friendly neighborhood. I looked outside an was shocked to see just how dark it was getting. On the horizon the sun was halfway down shooting pinks, purples, and oranges across the evening sky. I gasped at the beauty and walked over to the window to look, committing the sight to memory.

"I should probably get you home or Greg and Denise are going to worry." Liam said from behind me.

I jumped. When had he gotten so close? Turning I saw him looking into my eyes. I nibbled on my bottom lip nervously. What was he thinking? Was his stomach feeling as light as mine right now?

His eyes traveled from my eyes to rest of my lips, a heat flaring up in the chocolate depths of his eyes as he did. Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to? I felt heat form in my stomach as his gaze made me feel warm and tingly. How was he doing that with just his gaze? Would it be more intense if he kissed me.

Ever so slightly he stepped closer to where he was in arms reach. Now he had to tilt his head down to look at me. I realized in that moment that I truly had a thing for guys who were taller than me. I was forced to crane my neck up to see his face.

With slightly trembling hands he rested them on my cheeks to hold my head in place. "Please... don't be scared." he whispered blowing his minty breath against my face sending delicious shivers down my spine. Ever so lightly his lips brushed mine before increasing in pressure.

In that moment everything changed. lights erupted behind my eyes as I closed them and focused on the feel of his lips on mine. Almost as if they were acting of their own accord my hands reached up to twine my fingers I his hair. As I had assumed earlier the strands were silky soft as they slid through my hands.

I pulled his head down more to press my lips more firmly on his. A moan sounded but whether it can from me or him I didn't know. This is what it was like to kiss someone. A mere kiss from Liam could make my knees turn to jelly and my stomach feel completely weightless. What an amazing feeling.

Too soon the door opened and we heard a gasp. Breaking apart quickly we stared wide-eyed at the intruder. I had just been found kissing Liam, alone in his room, by his mother.