Love With Abandon

Damaged Goods

If asking Simon of Liam's whereabouts was difficult, physically forcing myself go to his room was torture.

I stared at his door for what felt like an hour, though I knew it was only five minutes. Raising a fist to the doorknob, I immediately knew that as soon as I saw him, I would chicken out, and be unable to speak. Turning around, I made my way to the elevator when  a British accent called, "Angie?"

I cursed under my breath. "Ummm, uhhh... y-yeah," I stuttered.

"What're you doing here?"

"Umm, I was... uh... I was," I looked around, looking for an excuse, "I was visiting a friend."

"Oh really? She lives here? May I have her name? Perhaps we could meet up sometime," Liam retorted cheekily, seeing through my lie.

Blushing furiously, I replied with a simple, "I've gotta go." Damn it, why does he have such a sexy accent?

"Hey, wait, stay around for a bit, have some coffee, maybe get done what you really came here for?" he quickly replied, with a teasing smile on his face.

My eyes, unable to meet his, strayed, and noticed that he was shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and suddenly, I found it hard to refuse. "Um, okay," I replied. God, if my cheeks got any hotter, the smoke detectors would go off. "Hey, Liam, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did," he responded with a glimmer in his eye. He nodded, "Go on."

"What's up with your... attire?" I asked searching for the right words. I surprised myself-- I wasn't awkward, for once.

This time, it was he who blushed furiously, "Umm, right, about that... well, the boys thought it would be funny to hijack my clothes while I was showering, and in Harry's room, which just happens to be on a different floor."

I laugheda good hearty laugh. I don't remember being this comfortable since...

I re-directed my thoughts, and looked back into Liam's mesmerizing eyes.

"Yeah, well I'll let you in, and I'mm be right back with some clothes, yeah?"

"Great.:

***

"Haha, you guys actually eat this stuff? I thought it was just a stereotype..."

Liam looked up from pouring my tea. "Well it never hurts to go back to the old things," he replied cheekily, "Lemme get you some biscuits."

I laughed. "Wait, seriously?"

He winked. "So, what brings you here?"

"I--" I stuttered, blushing. He cocked an eyebrow, oblivious to my embarrasment. Suddenly, I felt suffocated. Mustering up as much courage as I could, I let out a nervous sigh before staring him straight into those deep, chocolate eyes, and declared boldly, "I like you."