Chapter Thirteen

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KAITLYN POV

I woke up feeling nautious. My head spun, and hurt from the sunlight that crept through the pink curtains of my window. I suddenly felt worse, then rushed to the bathroom. I brought up every single alcoholic drink that I had last night. and my dinner. Liam came in to hold me hair for me. When I was finished, I grabbed a towel that was sitting on the sink's counter and wiped my mouth, then flushed the toilet. "Go away. I don't want you to see me like this," I told him.

"I'm not going anywhere. What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you when you were sick?"

"But I'm not sick... I'm hungover. Its way more disgusting."

"But nonetheless, you are still sick."

I sat by the toilet for a minute, "Thanks, babe, but I think you can let go of my hair now."

"Oh, sorry," he said and dropped my hair. I attempted to laugh a little, but it only resulted in hurting my head more. I layed up on the tiled floor of the bathroom, and tucked my knees into my chest. I felt horrible. At least I know what the aftermath of drinking too much feels like.

Liam sat down and gently pulled my head into his lap. He stroked my hair trying to sooth me. It helped a little.

"I. Feel. Like. Total. SHIT!" I shouted and then cradled my head in my hands. The yelling made it worse.

"I know you do, baby. How about I carry you back to bed, I make you some coffee, and then see how you feel?"

"I. Would. Love that." I mumbled a litte. Liam laughed and removed himself from under me. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms, then lead me back to my bed bridal style. He layed me down, kissed my forehead, then walked down stairs to make the coffee.

I sat up and tried to regain my surroundings, even though I was only in my room. I rubbed my eyes, then looked around me. I heard a buzzing sound and thought it was my phone, but it wasn't mine. It was Liam's. I looked at the text message. The ID read Harry Styles. For some reason, I feel like I heard that name before somewhere, but I don't remember where. And I got this feeling that it wasn't a good thing. I read the messge: Liam, get over here now! There are some smoking hot girls waiting for you. And you know what will happen if you don't come.

"What's going on?" Liam said standing in my doorway. I jumped and dropped his phone down on my bed. "Why were you looking at my phone?"

"Oh, I heard it buzzing. I was just checking to make sure it wasn't your mom or Anna trying to find out where you were." Well, it was half true.

"And was it?"

"Nope. Its all good."

"And what would you have done if it was one of them calling?"

"Brought it down to the kitchen so you could answer it..." Why was he interrogatng me?

"So you didn't see anything?"

"No. Why? Are you trying to hide something from me?" I asked. Reading that message made me realize that Liam could easily cheat on me. Because I'm naive enough to believe lies. Lies like Michael told. Liam is a really sexy guy, and there are really sexy girls out there. Girls that are not me. I realized that Liam could cheat on me if he really wanted to. Would he? If he got the chance to have someone as his girlfriend, but also get sex on the side from someone else, would he? I pushed that thought back and ignored it. I need to have a little faith.

"No. I don't," he said handing me my coffee.

"Good." I said simply, then turned my head to look anywhere, anywhere but his face.

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