The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 7

Liam found me sitting at the bar a few minutes later; my drink already half finished.

"Where the fuck did you get off to?" He asked sitting in the stool next to mine.

"Nowhere, I followed your sorry ass in here after you stomped off; now I'm trying to remember why"

"You're a bitch, you know that?" He said leaning against the bar, staring at me.

"So I've been told" I muttered finishing my drink before signalling the bartender for another.

"Thought you were only having one drink"

I ignored him downing half of my new drink in one go.

"Tequila would work faster."

I glared at him taking another swig of my drink. "Maybe I want to die a slow painful death"

Liam just laughed and I felt the heat start creeping through my body. Whether it was my anger or the alcohol I wasn't sure.

"You are so infuriating" I swivelled in my stool to face him. "It was your idea to get a drink and now you're just sitting there watching me."

He just watched me amused.

"Then you get all pissed off at me for no reason!"

"Who said that?"

He was acting like the argument on the street never happened and it was making me furious. "You stomped off saying Noel wasn't your fucking problem, so excuse me for thinking that means I’m the problem". I drained my glass and ordered one more

"You're off your head"

"I am not off my anything. I'm just jobless and I'm going to be homeless if I don't pay my rent and whatever other lesses there are in the world, I'm them too."

"Doesn't take much to get you smashed does it?"

I glared at him drinking from my glass before setting it back down. "I am not drunk"

"Fucking well on your way though"

I just rolled my eyes picking my glass back up and Liam took it setting it back down on the bar.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked reaching for my glass; Liam pushed it further up on the bar.

"When you start swearing more than I do you've had enough"

I scoffed at him. "Who do you think you are, my daddy?"

He moved my glass as I reached for it again. "If that's what you want, yeah"

I looked at him mildly disgusted. "No!" I pushed back from the bar getting off my stool. I tripped over my own feet before I felt Liam's arm lock around my torso.

I straightened up turning to look at him. "Let me go"

"If I let you go you're going to fall" he said as he moved his hands to my hips.

"I can handle myself"

He nodded. "I know"

"Then let go"

"Let me help" he led me towards the door. "Since you're too fucking proud to ask for it"

"I'm not. If I fucking needed it I'd ask for it, I don't need your fucking help. I don't need my Dad's help, I don't need my Mom's help; I don't need anyone"

He just laughed pulling me against his hip as we walked outside.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm not" he shook his head with a smile; he led me through the alley behind the bar, stopping about half way through. "Lyla" he said turning to face me.