Dear Katherine

Chapter 11

Bump!

I shake out of my sleep quickly.

I look around and realise I had fallen asleep in the hallway. But I quickly realise I am not alone when I hear loud stomps coming up the stairs.

I turn to my right and see a drunk Liam stumbling up the stairs. He groans when he finally makes it to the top.

His wild eyes focus on me, squinting. He tilts his head to the side and sits down on the floor. He slowly crawls over to me like a toddler would.

He finally reaches me and sits directly next to me against the wall. He lets out a loud sigh before turning to me. "What are you doing out here?" His breath smells strongly of boze and I turn my head away from the awful stentch.

"I didn't want you to get me in trouble by showing up here." I say a bit too loud for him because when I turn to him he looks badly in pain from me being too loud for his achohal overdose.

"Why would you get in trouble?" He slurs all into one word almost.

"My mom would literally kill me if a drunk boy showed up to our apartment. Even if you are our neighbor."

He places a hand on my knee and breathes in my ear, "Well that's too bad, love. We will just have to go back to my apartment." He sticks his tongue in my ear and I immediately push him away.

"Get off! You're drunk Liam. You need to go home." I say standing up.

He puts his hands up defensively. "Chill babe. I was only having a little fun- Oh yeah I forgot about your boyfriend. What was his name?"

"Shut up and go home." I point towards his door.

"Hm. I think it was Arthur?" He questions, completely ignoring me. "Oh! I remember it was Adam!" I nearly smack the big smirk right off of his face.

"He is not my boyfriend!" I almost yell, but then remember I'm not even supposed to be out here. I lower my voice, "He isn't my boyfriend. Now, I'm going back inside and you need to go home. Now."

"Will you help me?" He looks up at me with the most ridiculous puppy dog looking face ever.

"No! Your mom will see me and-"

"She isn't home. Come on Katherine. You wouldn't want me to get hurt now, would you?"

Actually I wouldn't mind that. At all.

But it might be the only thing to actually make him go home.

"You swear your mom isn't home?" I look him dead in the eyes.

"Pinky swear." He extends his small finger out to me. I link pinkies with him and pull him up off of the floor. He stumbles over onto the other wall. I can't help but giggle at his unsturdiness.

I grab him by the arm and help guide him to his aprtment door. "Where's your key?" I ask him.

He moves past me and opens the door.

"You don't lock your apartment door?" I look at him with wide eyes.

"Nah." He stumbles into the dark apartment and searches the wall for a light switch.

The lights flicker on and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the bright flourescent lights.

"Are you good now?" I ask him. When he doesn't answer I ask again. "Liam, can I go?"

"I think I'm going to get sick." He mutters walking down a slim hallway and walking into a room.

Seconds later I hear the sounds of him puking.

I rush down the hallway. I walk into the bathroom only for him to tell me to get out.

"No, you need help."

I walk into a small kitchen. Smaller than ours. I search for a cup in all the cabinets. Half of them are still empty though. I finally find some solo cups in a cabinet.

I turn on the kitchen faucet and fill it with water. I walk back into the bathroom to find him still puking.

Minutes pass before he finally lifts his head out of the toilet.

"I think I feel better now." He finally says.

"Here have some water." I say, handing him the cup.

"Thanks." He gulps down the water.

"You should get some sleep." I say when he finishes the water.

"Yeah." He says. He stands up and takes out a tooth brush from a cabinet. He quickly brushes his teeth.

I stare at him for a moment. Even though he might be drunk, he still does look hot. He's wearing a similar white t-shirt from earlier but this one shows more of his chest.

"Enjoying the view?" He says, spitting into the sink. When he lifts his up he has a cheeky grin on his face.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the bathroom.

He walks past me down the hallway more.

He opens a door and walks into an empty room. He flicks on another bright light and I see the room more quickly.

The room has a blow up matress laid in the middle of the room.

He chuckles. "My rooms not finished yet."

I find myself giggling again.

"Well, I think you got it from here... I mean like I don't want to undress you uhm... so." Now I sound like I'm drunk. "I'm gonna go."

"Okay." He walks over to me- well tries to but is a little off from the achohal. He stands right in front of me. "Thank you." His minty breath fans over me with a hint of whiskey I think.

He leans down into kiss me. But I back away. "Maybe another time?" He cheekily grins.

"Maybe." I say heading to the door.