Frightful Surrender - Liam Gallagher

...or what?

Liam backed off, removing his hand from Ellie's waist and quietly exiting through the front door.

Within seconds, Sophie appears on the landing.

"Who was that?" She asks, rubbing her forehead.

"The postman" Ellie replies, making her way into the kitchen. She is thankful that Sophie has a bad hangover this morning, otherwise she would be in for another inquisition!

Sophie slowly but surely made her way down the stairs. Meanwhile, Ellie got out the ingredients for a breakfast fry up.

Not because Liam had told her to do so, she tried to assure herself.

'Maybe I'm just hungry?' She thought.

She got out a knife and a large frying pan, and as soon as she placed it onto the hob, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it" says Sophie.

Ellie was in shock. Could it really be him...again? No. Surely not.

"Hey, darlin. How are you after last night? Man, Mark really went there with Pat, didn't he..."

Ellie turns around to see Liam talking to Sophie but smirking at her. She quickly turns back to face the frying pan...the breakfast she was going to make. The breakfast she was told to make by him.

"Come in! Ellie was just making breakfast if you want to join her" sophie said.

Ellie could think of better uses for the knife that was in her hand at that moment.

"I'm going back to bed. My head is in bits" she said while walking back up the stairs. Ellie turned around now to face him, her hands behind her resting on the counter. She was grasping the knife tightly in her right hand.

Liam made his way into the kitchen with a smirk on his annoying face.

"You can put that knife down now" he muttered, his hand coming to grasp the knife in Ellie's hand.

Ellie nearly lost it. Who did he think he was to come back in here and tell her what to do?

"Or what?" She stared into his eyes, anger taking over her entire being.

Her chest was rising up and down rapidly now, and as it did so it lightly grazed the tall Liam's lower t-shirt.

There eyes never left each others, and Ellie felt more tears (if that was even possible by now) forming, much to her resentment.

His other hand came up to harshly clasp the side of her cheek. "Don't push me, sweetheart" he muttered, a mixture of anger and tiredness gracing his face.

But Ellie wanted to test his limits. She wanted to see how far she could actually get before he either killed or kissed her.

Of course she was hoping for latter.

"Or what?" She said again, this time with a little bit more confidence and a mass amount of hidden fear. She felt a tear escape her left eye.

Before Ellie knew what was happening, Liam quickly let go of her hand and made for the door, leaving her a hot panting mess with only the kitchen worktop for support.

What had just happened?

They had been so close to taking the next step with their little mind games, and he decides to make a quick exit?

Ellie decided there and then that he wasn't the only one who could control situations. It had just been made quiet obvious that she could control him too. She noticed that she has just as much of an affect on him as he does on her, and she will use this to her advantage during their next encounter.

She finished making breakfast and made a plate up for Sophie too. She then planned her day.

She would be going into the field tonight at sundown. He hated when she went into his field. It was apparently too near to his barnyard. Ever since they had first met in that field, she remembers, the one thing that he dislikes more than anything is trespassers.

So trespass she will. And oh, does she hope to get caught...