No Filter

Chapter LXV (65) Part II)

Sorry for not posting sooner. My weekend has been really bushy but enjoy this small end of Chapter 65.

Ally's POV

I grunt, feeling his weight on me. Liam wrapped his arm around me as I help him get to his room. He drank a bit too much. Now, he's drunk. His face is red as a tomato, and he moans and groans nonstop.

"Ally...Ally..." he sings. "She is my baby...she is the best..."

"Liam," I begin. He looks at me, pouting, "you're drunk."

He continues to sing. "You and me got a whole lot of history...With your love, nobody drag me down..." he gasps and makes us stop. He places a finger on his lips and asks, "Do you hear that?" I try to listen, but I hear nothing but the sound of him. "I think Bear is awake. He might be throwing his own party."

I cock my head and hold onto his arm to stop him from going into his son's room. "Liam, Bear is sleeping. Trust me. You're drunk right now. You're just hearing things." He quiets down and follows my direction.

I open the door to his room and help him sit down. I turn around, but he grabs my arm and asks, "Where are you going?"

"I have to go shower and sleep," I answer. "The others are already sleeping."

"But I want you to sleep here," he pouts. "Can you? I really miss you."

"I've been in the living room," I point out, but he shakes his head.

"No, I mean, you've been in the hospital for a long time," he explains. "Every moment, I wish you would wake up. And that would stress me out. I couldn't keep my frustration down. And...and..." he pauses, swallowing his own spit. "...I've been a bad boy. A naughty boy. Super naughty. I did something behind your back."

I cup his cheeks and look at him looking up at me. "Liam, you're talking too much. We can discuss this in the morning."

"No, no," he says. "I have to tell you this before you find out on your own and hate me."

He looked serious, and I was worried. "What is it?"

"I...I...I accidentally left the refrigerator open," he says.

I distinctly remember that he closed the door. "Liam, you closed it. You're too drunk to make sense right now."

He shakes his head. "I also have something else to tell you." I nod my head. "I begin to smoke again."

"Haha, very funny," I reply. He isn't making any sense. He is too drunk. "Liam, now, I have to get going."

I release his cheeks, but he quickly takes my hands and holds them sternly. "Wait. Can you please stay? All I want from you is to stay. That's all I ask. Don't leave me again. I don't want to be lonely without you again."

I look in his eyes and see the fear. His eyes grew more vulnerable. I nod my head. "Okay," I said. "I'll stay."

He smiles a little. I help him get under the sheets. He shifts his body, so he faces me. I lay beside him on my side, staring back into his eyes and watch them close. His peaceful state made me smile. However, his pout made me a little upset. I won't leave him. I will never dream of it.