Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 31 - Lets Drink

*Author's Note*

This chapter is short but sweet but more will follow as soon as possible i.e. when I have the time and inspiration. This chapter is dedicated to @specter779. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter and don't forget to comment, vote and follow :) x

*Liam's POV*

I rushed round to Beth's house as quickly as I could, making sure to pick up a bottle of vodka on the way to avoid her screaming at me for anything else. I had no idea what the hell she was getting at on the phone. All my fault? What was? I walked straight up to the door and knocked twice. From inside the house I could hear something smash and a curse and then some stumbling, a crash, a bang, another smash and finally the turn of a key in the door. I tried to stop myself from gasping at the sight in front of me when the door opened but it had already escaped my lips. I guess Beth was too fucked to notice though because she didn't even bat an eyelid. She looked absolutely terrible.

“If you brought vodka come in, if not fuck off.”

I stood rooted to the spot for at least ten seconds, trying to take in the site of her. She was wearing an ancient pair of jogging bottoms and a loose fitting tank top with god knows what spilt down the front. Her hair was all over the place and it looked like she had started to dye it another colour and given up half way through so it was difficult to say what colour she was trying to go for. She had no make-up on, which wouldn't normally be a bad thing, but her eyes were incredibly bloodshot and sunken into her head and the eye make-up that she may have been wearing before had ran onto her cheeks and not been wiped. She reeked of booze and smoke and the air of aloofness she usually carried with her had crumbled to reveal a broken shell of a woman, who couldn't hold herself up straight, let alone string more than a sentence together correctly. One hand was cut and bleeding badly, no doubt from whatever had made the smashing noise I had heard when I knocked, whilst the other hand hung limp and bruised at her side, most likely from punching a wall. She was only wearing one sock.

I shouldered my way into the house and noticed a vase smashed on the floor near the door. I headed into the living room and saw the mess she had made of the place. There were packets of crisps, chocolate, sweets, ice-cream, basically any form of comfort food, all over the floor and a lot of their contents spilled everywhere too. I could see at least two mostly empty bottles of wine on the floor but no glasses to be seen. I glanced in the direction of the kitchen and saw a bottle smashed on the floor and another empty vodka bottle on the worktop. I began to wonder if I should have 'forgotten' the vodka after all when Beth stumbled into the room and grabbed the vodka off me before flinging herself onto the sofa and attempting to take a swig of the still sealed bottle. I took the bottle back, entered the kitchen, opened the bottle and poured two glasses mixed with coke before returning to Beth.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Vodka and coke.”

“Pfft. I drink my vodka straight!”

Before I could even think to stop her she lunged forward and grabbed the vodka bottle taking a big swig. I hesitated briefly before sipping at my vodka-coke.

“So Liam, you've ruined my life how do you feel about that?”

“What the fuck are you talking about Beth?”

“Because of you messing with my head spouting all this love shit I've been suspended from work 'due to lack of performance'”.

She adopted the overly sarcastic voice of a man, who I was guessing was her boss, for the final part.

“Okay Beth, I'm sorry if I've caused any trouble but I really don't know how. Why don't we talk and you can explain to me exactly what has happened.”

“I don't want to talk Liam. I want to drink.”

She took another huge gulp of vodka as if to accentuate her point. I sighed, mentally saying 'if you can't beat them, join them' before downing the contents of my glass.

“Okay fine, lets drink.”