Ditto || l.p

Ch.9- rebecca

"Liam?" I nudged his shoulder lightly, but got no response. "Liaaaaaaam."

I went on nudging his shoulder and cooing his name until he finally blinked his eyes open. He narrowed his eyes at me then looked around the room. "Here," I held out a pain killer and bottled water. There's no way his head isn't aching.

"Uh, thanks." His cheeks turned a slight red as he took them from me. I smiled down at the ground, listening to the sounds of the water bottle as he squeezed it with his hand.

"How's your head?" I ask, lifting my head to look at him. He was staring at me with his lips curved into a small smile.

"Pounding," he chuckled softly and rubbed his eyes.

"Do you need me to get you anything? I can't cook but I'm pretty good at cereal," I say and he chuckles again.

"That'd be lovely," he says with a smile, and I couldn't help smiling back. I liked having him in a good mood. He's a lot more interesting and fun.

"Okay, give me two minutes." I leave my room and walk down the hallway, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Harry was at the counter stirring something into his cup.

"Morning," I smile at him then borrow a bowl from the dish drainer. I opened the cabinet above me and brought down the only box of cereal we had and began pouring.

"Hello. Oh, so why was Liam here at like 3 am last night?" he asks as I poured milk into the bowl.

"He got drunk and called me, so I went and got him since it was only two blocks away," I shrug. "And now I'm making him cereal."

"So even after the way he's treated you, you help him get home safely when drunk, give him water, then wake him up and serve him with cereal," Harry clarifies, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I don't mind. He's been kind this morning," I say with another shrug and walk past him.

"Don't get used to it," Harry warned as I left the room. I shook it off and entered my room.

"I hope this is okay, it's the only kind we have," I say to Liam, handing him the bowl.

"No, this is fine. Thanks," he smiles before taking a bite.

"No problem." I rocked back and forth on my heels, scratching the back of my neck and glancing around my room. I had several posters hung up and I couldn't stop thinking that Liam was judging them.

"I like your room," he says, noticing me staring at my walls.

"Oh-"

"It's like, chill. It screams positive vibes," he nods his head, glancing around the room once more before looking back to me.

"You sound like some sort of hippie," I giggle and sit down in my desk chair.

"Call me Hippie Payne," he shrugs then takes another bite of cereal.

"Um..can I ask you something?" I lay my head back in the chair and spin around in a circle, staring up at the ceiling.

"Shoot."

"Last night..no, forget it. I don't want to upset you," I sigh and slow down my spinning.

"No, it's okay. Really. I mean, I can't keep it inside anymore. I'll tell you everything..if that's what you want." I sat up in my chair and stared at him. I was gonna tell him that he was drunk because I thought he couldn't remember. I wasn't expecting this.

"You don't have to do that," I say quietly.

"It's fine. I think maybe if I tell someone that doesn't know and I talk about it for once, maybe I'll finally get over it," he says nonchalantly. I nod an okay.