I Touched Liam's Dick

Chapter 3

Liam's POV

Pitch black.

That's what I'm seeing. I try to get rid of the darkness, but pain slowly creeps its way into my head. I open my eyes slightly, and all I see is blur. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly to ease the pain before fully opening them again. The room is spinning as my dizzy head try to figure out what caused the pounding headache.

Events of last night flood into my mind; hanging out with my crush Madeline, walking in on her making out with her ex, gutted and going to some random club, drinking shots by shots of Tequila. Oh God, I was hammered last night. I was completely drunk. Now I am having a massive hangover.

I have to remind myself not to drink too much like last night. But I was utterly upset; images of Madeline shoving her tongue down her ex's throat was taunting me. When I walked in on them, I swear I saw his ex, whom I don't know the name of, smirking at me. I tried to get the images of their lips molded together by drowning alcohol as much as my body could handle. Then the events went on as a blur, I don't remember anything. I just hope I didn't do something stupid last night.

I get up—well at least I try to, but my head feels like being hammered by a thousand hammers. Okay, I might exaggerated a little. But that is pretty much what I feel. I attempt to get up again, ignoring the headache. I stop dead in my track as I spot something, or actually someone on my bed. I gasp loudly at the sight of a naked girl next to me. I pull the sheet up to her neck to cover her exposed chest. My head is throbbing more painfully and I fight the urge to go back to sleep.

I really did something very stupid last night.

"Hey," I whisper softly to wake her up, not wanting to scare or surprise her. I look at her sleeping face, she looks somewhat familiar. I think I have ever seen her before, but where?

"Please wake up," I shake her shoulder lightly and gently nudge her cheek. This girl isn't pretty like models, not even my type, but she looks cute and adorable though. Her lips are swollen and her cheeks are slightly flushed.

I clamber on my feet and realize that I don't have any clothes on. Shaking my heavy head, I retrieve my boxers from the floor then walk out of the room to get aspirin, almost trip over a bra.

I gulp down the pill dryly then go back. When I enter the bedroom, that girl has already awake. She is sitting on the bed with sheet wrapped around her body. She looks bewildered.

"Hey, I," I trail off, taking a deep breath. "I honestly don't know how you end up here," I say softly, trying not to sound harsh.

"Me either," she replies. "I was drunk last night," she sighs.

"Did you remember what happened last night? I drank too much that I don't remember anything at all," I say. I wish I remembered something, even just a single detail about last night. I try to recall anything about me and that girl, but I can't seem to reach the memory. The last thing I remember is sitting on the bar next to a girl, probably this girl, drinking. After that, everything is blank. It seems like something is missing from my head.

"Just a blur actually," she answers, frowning. Then I spot something on the sheet that makes my eyes go wide. It's a blood stain.

"A-are—I mean were, were you a virgin?" I ask cautiously, afraid of her answer.

She confirms my fear by nodding.

"Oh my God," I mutter to myself. I totally mess up. I got drunk carelessly and ruined a random girl's innocence. "I'm so sorry," I apologize.

"It's okay," her voice cracks. She looks down, and I see a single tear escapes her eyes, followed by another one.

I take a step forward then capture the tear on her cheek with my thumb. She shakes her head, clearly trying so hard not to cry. I pull her into my arms, holding her tight and rest my chin on top of her head.