The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Let There Be Love

***Liam's P.O.V***

Jesus fuckin christ. I'm trying to take in all she's saying as she stands in front of that mirror and her eyes are almost like emerald fire. They are blazing with pure anger. I've seen that look in my own eyes. I let her continue though, sipping the whiskey she gave me and smoking deeply on a fag. Fuckin 'ell my sweet little scrapper is losing it. I feel it deep inside me when she softly tells me that its haunting her every moment. Thats when the screaming started. I quickly chuck my fag in an empty can and dump my glass on the table walking over to her broken form on the floor, screaming at the top of her lungs. She's not screaming anything in particular, just howling at nothing. I let her finish before I kneel beside her, pulling her into my arms as she shakes, fuckin 'ell Megan. She finally turns to me and I pull her close, squeezing her tightly against me. 

"I can hear your heart Li," She whispers and I kiss her head softly.

"You listen to it all you like babe, its real and its 'ere," I say quietly and she wraps her arms around my waist, finally letting me in. 

"Now I ain't gonna say I'm sorry cause I fuckin' bet yer sick of it. So I'll say this instead, you and me kid, we're gonna get fuckin wrecked. But its different to your day to day wrecked that I see you've been doin, which I don't fuckin blame. You and me, we're gonna get shitfaced, sing loudly to music, dance the whole fuckin lot. I'm gonna get you through this Meg, even if it takes my whole life alright?" I say and she presses closer to me, if thats even possible. She kisses my chest before looking up at me, her eyes wide and bright. 

"What the fuck did I say about calling me Meg ya dick," She growls and I burst into laughter, her joining in with me.

"Atta girl, thats my little scrapper!" I grin and a sad expression runs fleetingly across her face but she shakes her head, obviously forcing it away. I cuddle her back in and rub her back feeling how much weight she's lost. Her ribs and spine are definitely more prominent. I saw it all in the shower. She's not doing good at all.

"First things first you gotta fuckin eat," I say sternly and she sighs.

"I know," She mumbles and I tilt her chin up, making her look at me. 

"Megan, I gotta tell you something," I say seriously and her eyes widen, worry etched into her features.

"I can't fuckin cook to save meself," I say and she stares at me in disbelief before bursting into hysterical laughter. I grin down at her as she laughs and laughs, tears streaming down her face. When she's composed herself, she grins widely at me, looking a million times better already. Although she's so damn pale, the bags around her eyes look more like she's gone ten rounds with Tyson. Fuck knows how much weight she's lost. I don't remember my City shirt hanging that loosely off her before. I mean its not like she's became a stick but I loved the way she was before.

"Thank you Liam, I can take a fuckin hint," She reaches up and hesitates before kissing me softly, lightly pressing her lips on mine. I run a hand through her hair and rest it on the back of her head, the other wrapped round her waist as her hands reach up to cup my jaw. She deepens the kiss and I try not to think dirty thoughts as she straddles me. Not the right time for a boner Gallagher... She pulls away and I see that mischievous  spark in her eyes. She smiles at me, breathing slightly heavier than normal. I swallow, giving her the Liam grin and she grins at me, before glancing at the floor, biting her lip.