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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

She took one last look at her bedroom. She wouldn’t be back here for a while, two months for the least. She loved this house and all the happy memories with her father it possessed. A single tear finds its way down her face at the memory of her father, but she doesn’t brush it away. She hears a soft knock on the door and she turns around to see Liam leaning against the door frame, a sad smile playing on his lips as he noticed the small tear.

“I’ll meet you in the car,” he says softly and she gives him a small nod, thanking him silently for understanding that she needed to be alone. She walked over to her bedside table which was only occupied of one photo of her mother and father.

Her father was standing behind his wife; his arms wrapped around her waist as they both smiled to the camera. Her mother was truly beautiful; a lot more than her daughter, something Emily always thought as she gazed at it every night before crying herself to sleep. Her mother’s hair was a dark brown colour, cascading down her shoulders in waves, her blue eyes shining bright like her smile.

Emily grabbed the photo and put it at the top of the small amount of clothes she had in her suitcase; carefully zipping it closed before rolling it out the door. Liam smiled at her, walking over before taking the small luggage out of her hands and putting it in the back of his car.

He receives a grateful smile when he opens the passenger door for her before sitting in the driver’s. The whole car ride to his apartment was spent in silence, both of them unsure of what to say, hoping for the other to speak first.

Liam noticed that Emily had said nothing since she had opened up to him yesterday. He hoped that he hadn’t done anything to offend her or that she had regret telling him. He felt honoured for him to trust him with her past, and he wanted to keep her trust. He would be lying if he said he didn’t recognise her beauty. But he knew that he couldn’t do anything, they had barely met and she had enough problems and right now she just needed a friend. He had to help her first.

He parks his car next to Harry’s, meaning that he skipped classes once again and that he was home. Liam loved Harry like a brother, but he wanted to make Emily as comfortable as possible and Harry didn’t have the best history with girls and hoped that he wouldn’t try anything with her.

She followed him inside the building and towards the elevator, her small suitcase held in his hand, waiting patiently for the elevator to makes its endeavour down to the ground floor. When the silver stainless steel doors finally open, they both enter, Liam pressing the button that would take them to the third floor.

The elevator music only made the silence between them even more awkward on the ride to the third floor. Emily shifted between her feet uncomfortably, a little on edge about meet Harry, Liam’s roommate.

She felt as if she was intruding, and she didn’t know how this ‘Harry’ would feel about her.

“Emily?” Liam asked, pulling her out of her thoughts to look at him.

“Are you ok, you haven’t talked since last night and I was afraid whether or not it was something I had done?” his statement seemed more like a question and Emily shook her head.

“Liam, you have been nothing but nice to me. I just feel like I am intruding, and I don’t want you to feel like you are obligated to do this for me,” she bit her bottom lip, waiting for him to change his mind, but he took her hands in his, staring straight into her chocolate brown eyes and she stared into his.

“Emily, I am not doing this because I feel like I have to, I am doing this because I want to. You are not intruding, you are my guest.” Any shred of doubt Emily had towards Liam instantly disappeared after he had reassured her.

It was hard for her to trust people, she wasn’t the type to trust everyone with open arms, but Liam was different, a good different. She nodded her head as soon as the small ‘ding’ was hear, indicating that they had arrived at their destination. They both step out of the elevator at the same time, Liam then leading her down the narrow Hallway before stopping in front of one of the mahogany doors, taking his keys from one of his pockets and unlocking it.

He gives Emily a reassuring nod, before turning the handle and opening the door. Emily follows closely after Liam, looking at her surroundings contently. It was a decent sized apartment, the living room consisting of a couch and a small plasma screen TV and a beautiful piano placed to the side. Emily makes her way over to the instrument, carefully pressing a key, the echo filling the large space and she smiles sadly; memories of when her father would play the piano flooding her mind. The kitchen a good size too; able to fit a decent silver fridge, a stove/oven and a few counter tops and still plenty of room to move around freely on the white tiled floor.

“You’re room is this way,” Liam said, gesturing for her to follow him. He open a door, revealing a small room, big enough to fit a single bed and a desk, the walls coloured a light shade of blue and the floor floorboards just like the rest of the house.

“I know it isn’t really that big…” Liam apologises, scratching the back of his neck. Emily shook her head, assuring him that it was perfect as she looked at the different paintings on the walls. Although they weren’t like the ones she would paint, she still appreciated and admired them. Her favourite one a painting of a light house, a young couple could be seen dining on a boat under the moonlight.

“Are you sure I can stay here, I would totally understand if you change your mind.” Emily wanted to make sure that he wasn’t hesitant. But as soon as Liam opened his mouth to answer, a certain husky British voice interrupted him.

“Li, is the pretty girl you told me about here yet?”   

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