Antisocial [h.s]

[two]

-liam-

Harry returned looking sort of guilty and uneasy, his left cheek redder than the right. He bit at his lip and tousled his hair.

"So her fear really is legit, right?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, for forever. I guess she should cool off," I shrugged. "We can head out, she wouldn't want to come back and see people."

"Do you not care?" Harry asked me, confusion as he crossed the room to near me.

"Of course I do, I just know how to deal with her, we've lived in the same house since I was 9," I replied. "She's actually normal around me."

He was frowning. "She cried when I touched her, she also slapped me.''

"She doesn't like being touched, it scares her," I replied honestly, "You can't take it personally, she can only be hugged by my parents and me without crying or running away."

"Why is she like that?"

"Why are you so curious of Blake?"

Harry only shrugged before we dismissed the discussion of Blake and then left.

-blake-

I weakly swerved on my skateboard, approaching my room. I prayed it would be empty and once I arrived my prayer was answered, granting my request.

I smiled weakly and locked the door behind me as I sat my skateboard against the wall on my side of the room, it propped up and leaning against it.

The work that was assigned already was finished and I had nothing to do so sleeping was my best option.

I removed a large hoodie of Liam's from my drawer and set it on my bed before I undressed myself to my undergarments, slipping the familiar material over my head and letting the scent of home fill my senses.

Liam is muscular, tall and big whereas I am strong-ish, short and just slightly curvy. The hoodie easily reached three quarters down my thigh and the sleeves had to be rolled up to be appropriate length. I brought my shortish hair up into a pony tail before my bed welcomed me like a hug from auntie Karen.

~-~

"Blake, babe," Liam spoke, rubbing my back and I opened my eyes to see just him in the room.

I sat up lazily and rubbed my eyes, sitting with my back against the wall. "What?"

"Listen, I'm sorry for telling a couple of my friends about you. I'm really sorry, babe. And I understand that you have anxieties and it's a normal thing, plenty of people have them, too many. I'm just sorry Blake," he apologized sincerely, looking at me with those adorable brown puppy dog eyes.

I took his hand in mine and smiled weakly. "It's okay, Li. It's not a big deal."

"I know you don't like people knowing things about you, though," he bit his lower lip and I rolled my eyes.

"They don't know me, I don't know them, it's okay," I assured him and he smiled softly at me and moved closer.

I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me into his lap, hugging me warmly. "You know I love you, right?" He mumbled into my hair before kissing the top of my head.

"I know, I love you too, Liam," I replied and he rubbed my bare knee.

"Oh, I knew I was missing this jumper," he stated, pinching the fabric.

"It smells like home and it's big and comfy," I replied, looking up at him and he rolled his eyes playfully. "What time is it?"

"Only 10. Perrie is spending the night with Zayn just so you know," he told me. "She basically spends the night there or somewhere with him every night, they're a little more than sorta in love," he joked and I smiled, happy that there is a couple who loves each other deeply.