I had planned on taking Liam home with me after he was released, but I guess plans change. Now he's taking me home with him along with our driver, Liam's body guard.
"So uh, I know I never really kept my word when I said I would stop being rude to you..but if you'll allow me, I'd like to care for you today since you've done an extravagant amount of caring for me," Liam says from beside me.
"Are you well enough?" I ask quietly, peeling my eyes away from the window to look at him.
"Yeah," he chuckles, "I'm fine."
"Promise? Because if you aren't well then you don't need to take care of me. I can do it by myself," I offer and he gives me another smile.
"I promise," he nods his head before leaning forward between the two front seats. "Hey, before you take us home can you stop into McDonalds?"
"Sure thing, lad," the guard replies and moves the car into a different lane.
"Do you want anything?" Liam asks as he's digging in his back pocket for his wallet.
"No thanks," I shake my head and turn back towards the window to watch the cars pass by.
"You're sure? Harry told me this was your favourite place."
"Yeah, I'm sure," I shrug. "I'm just not hungry."
"Fair enough," he replies and leans back in his seat. I could feel his eyes burning into me, but I didn't turn to stare back. I hate when people stare.
"Why are you staring at me?" I ask, still looking out the window.
"Oh, um, I was just thinking. I wasn't staring at you," he says quietly. "Uh, sorry."
"Yeah, no, it's fine. I just..I hate when people stare." I turn to look at him. He was looking out the window this time, his eyes moving back and forth between cars that passed. Although I hate when people stare at me, I could stare at Liam for decades and never get tired.
Before long, the car came to a stop in a McDonalds parking lot. "You wanna come in with me?" Liam asks after stepping out of the vehicle.
"Sure," I oblige with a small smile and unbuckle the seatbelt. I was still a bit shaky from my panic attack a few hours ago, but I figured I could handle being around people for a few minutes.
"Are you sure you want to go in? You still look as bad as you did before..whatever happened at the hospital." Liam stopped walking and turned around to look at me. He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head, then leaned closer to examine my face. "Yeah, I don't think you should go in."
"I'm fine," I say and begin walking towards the doors again.
"Alright.." I hear Liam mumble as I swung the door open. I felt a lump in my throat as I walked in and looked around. People were everywhere and the noise level had to be sky high.
My hand started shaking so I held onto it with my other and smiled to the people as I walked by. The only person that returned a smile was a small child with his mouth full of chicken.
I heard Liam giving the cashier his order, and just by listening to his voice, I swear my heartbeat dropped down to it's normal rate.
"And now we wait," Liam says and leads me over to the waiting area.
"What's your number?" I ask, looking into his eyes to avoid eye contact with anyone else.
"Three twenty-four," he smiled down at me and I felt my cheeks turn hot as I smiled back.
"I'm so much taller than you," he chuckles. I frown. "What?"
"I know I'm short, okay? You don't have to mention it," I sigh and take a few steps backwards until I reached the wall, and leaned against it.
