Chapter 9 - I Am No Good

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"I love your music by the way!"

"Thanks for supporting!" I annoyingly lace my hands with his dragging him away from the group of girls practically creating a river of sweat. His clunky feet catch up to mine and pull away from my grip to hold my around my shoulders. I awkwardly cross my arms over my chest continuing to walk.

"Can we please just get away from this chaos." I speak up. Liam rolls his eyes but squeezes me closer.

"Yes, we're almost there anyway." He points in a direction towards us to a sign that read 'Gelato'.

"Really you're taking me for ice cream?" I groan at the thought of the awkward cheesy cliche of taking someone for a date for ice cream. Liam disheartened pulls me up to the shop and swings the door open for me.

"After you." He bluntly wraps round my ears.

When we had both settled down in a booth we started talking like nothing had changed. I obviously knew Liam didn't want anything to change either, he kept trying to catch my eye and find a reason to touch my hand. I tried to keep my distance until he placed his spoon down in the glass of gelato we were sharing. I lick off the pink ice cold melting liquid looking up at him.

"What?" I rub my forehead scooping up another spoonful. Liam continues to look at me, dead in the eye. I sigh and set my spoon down also pushing the glass aside. I sit up leaning over the table to lightly kiss his unshaven stubble.

"I'm sorry about the other night, I freaked out." He looks down like he would normally when he felt bad. I shrug.

"No big deal." I lie.

"No really I'm sorry, I know you don't like me being so clingy but I just really like you." I sigh as Liam looks up at me with loving eyes. The kind of eyes you could catch for a split second before they disappear among his anger. "I just don't understand why you're being so distant... Plus being around Albarn." His voice is more stern.

"Trust me I'm not too fond of him either." I reply chuckling a little.

"Tell me Connie, why don't you like me?"

"It's not that I don't not like you I-" I look around for an answer, "I'm just unsure, you get it?"

"Connie, I don't get it. It's so simple to me, I like you therefore I want to take you out on dates, I want to be able to tell everyone you're mine and not just lie. I've never been so protective over someone, Connie can you not tell?" Liam breathes deeply.

"I don't know... I'm not good at relationships. I don't do commitment." I felt nothing. I felt a small connection but that was about it, before he was someone I fucked every now and then, maybe made out with sometimes, but I've never wanted anything else from him.

"Could you just think about it please?" Liam picks his spoon up again. I nod and copy his actions.

"I suppose."

But I knew all too well I wasn't going to go and think about it. I knew I was going to walk home and completely forget about it. I would have probably gone home and texted another boy because I was fed up with them all getting too close with me. Maybe I would just stop with the random hookups and start to care about who I am. Or just continue as normal. Party, fuck someone every now and then and then leave the rest of my life to fate.

When me and Liam had finished we walked around town for a bit before turning around to go home. I offered him to stay.

I walked through the door and it was almost like my mum could smell out Liam because she was right at the door with her hands on her hips. Liam lent though the door a little timid to come in but I gestured him though.

"Hi... Liam." Mum fakes a smile to him. She never really liked him, she saw the horrible press he got from his outbreaks of anger and violence, but she never really understood he was different in person.

"Hello, uh, well-"

"Mum, can you not scare him off please we're just friends now okay." Mum looks at Liam now a little sheepish before running off and calling after Paul. We trudge up the stairs and into my bedroom. Liam shuts the door behind us and begins to look around.

"Crazy." He picks up a photograph of me and Harley.

"What?" I startle as I sit on my bed cross legged.

"You're like a completely different person now that I've seen your bedroom." I scoff.

"How so?" Liam shrugs and walks around until he's stood looking out my window with his hands in his pockets. He stays there for a second staring through my window. "Liam?"

"You live next to..."

"Yes, it doesn't matter just ignore him." I get up to go close the curtains and as I do I see Damon with another girl who has short black hair, they looked as if they were getting close to each other. He's probably trying to prove a point to me considering the other night.

I turn around again to look at Liam and I see him looking lost. "Liam? What?" He sits down on my bed.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Just weird coincidence." I awkwardly smile and sit next to him.

"Yeah, who cares anyway." I pull my shoes off and my jump pulling myself underneath the duvet of my bed. He stares at me as I do so, furowing his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" He laughs a little and takes his shoes off also.

"Having a nap." Liam lays next to me but on top of the duvet, his arm laces across my stomach as he looks down on me. "I'm being serious." I close both my eyes.

"Boring." I hear him snort and rest down next to me burring his head into my shoulder.

"You've changed a lot, Connie." I sigh releasing the last of my energy.

"I hope so."



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