I stirred awake to the sound of chatter coming outside. I quietly groaned and pulled myself up from the bed. It's been a couple days with Harry and everything has been pretty peaceful. We've been getting along well and that's all I could ask for being in a situation like that.
I brushed the hair my hair from my face disappearing into the bathroom. I could hear some laughter and I furrowed my brows while squeezing the toothpaste onto my toothbrush trying to figure out who it could be.
"Olivia!" I hear Harry's voice.
I couldn't speak because there was toothpaste all over my mouth. I turned on the tap and quickly spat the paste out. A knock sounded outside the bathroom door. I quickly turned the tap off and pulled open the door. "Yes?" I asked seeing Harry leaning against the doorframe.
"Liam is here." He nodded.
I frowned. I hadn't seen Liam since he made me blackout with his temper. A sudden nervousness washed over me as Harry gently grabbed my wrist leading me out of the room. I was scared to see him again. My mind had been at ease without his presence around and now he's back and my mind was already running wild.
When we appeared into the living room, Liam was seated on the couch. He was once again wearing a tan coloured suit. His dark blue eyes glanced up at me as we came. His ankle was resting on his other knee and his arms were spread across at the top of the couch. He looked like a hawk watching my every movement as Harry lead me over to him.
"Olivia." He smiled standing up. I gulped the lump that had risen in my throat. He reached me quickly and his hand was at my face. "I trust you've been well for Harry?"
I didn't find any words to say so I just nodded. He pulled his hand away and sat back down.
"Where have you been?" I managed to squeak out. Harry moved from next to me and headed to the open kitchen a few meters from us. He started to rummage around in the fridge before pulling out two beers.
"Business love." Liam replied curtly.
I nodded and sat at the edge of the couch and started to pick at my fingers. It was a bad habit I had picked up when I was young and it had carried into my adolescent years and so on.
"So I've been thinking of meeting Meredith again." My eyes snapped up to meet his at the mention of my mother. "Yes it's time I meet her."
"How?" I quickly asked sitting up.
"I'll figure that out."
"You can't kidnap her." I said quickly pushing the hair that was falling into my face away. "She's- she's been fragile the past couple of months. You can't kidnap her. It'll hurt her health. Please Liam." I pleaded with tears forming in my eyes. I watched his face change to a humorous expression.
"Hear that mate," he yelled at Harry who appeared with two beer bottles. He handed on to Liam and plopped down beside him resting his feet on the coffee table. "I can't kidnap Meredith because that bitch's health is bad." He snickered.
I looked over at Harry who took a few gulps from his bottle refusing to meet my eyes. "Right." He nodded finally placing the bottle down next to him.
"Harry please.." I cried trying to make him meet my eyes.
"What the fuck is this?" Liam questioned while I kept looking at Harry for support. "Why the fuck are you pleading him?" He snapped roughly placing the beer bottle Harry handed him on the coffee table beside Harry's feet. "I'm the one in charge here Olivia." He threatened.
"Mate relax." Harry mumbled pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
Liam laughed and stood up. "I'm just joking." He smiled at Harry before looking at me. "Don't worry Liv I'll take good care of mummy." With that he disappeared into the room I slept in. And heard the bathroom door closing. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in and looked at Harry who's eyes were already on me.
"Don't take him seriously." He muttered.
I raised my brows. "Seriously?" I scoffed crossing my arms across my chest. "He's a fucking psycho."
"He's snorted some lines. Let him off the hook."
Lines? What the fuck were lines? Harry realised I had no clue what he was talking about. "Cocaine. I noticed his eyes as soon as he walked in that he's snorted some."
Wow.
"I didn't know he did drugs.."
Harry laughed and stood up picking the beer bottle Liam had left untouched on the coffee table. "He does a lot of things love." He replied nonchalantly walking towards the kitchen. My heart flipped at his response. I should expect this from Liam. He's the leader of a ruthless gang and I'm surprised he does drugs? I slowly got up too and crept into the bedroom aware that Liam was still inside.
When I entered I saw him sitting on my unmade bed. His eyes were tired and he looked beaten up. I didn't realise the stress he held in his eyes when I first saw him but upon closer inspection he looked really really tired. His eyes looked up to meet mine at the sound of my footsteps.
"I'm going down from my high." He mumbled and scratched his chin.
I raised my brows and sat a few feet away from him. "Why do you do drugs?" I whisper. I was afraid that anything I say would provoke him. Like it usually did.
"Further numbs the world."
Why does he want to numb the world? I stared at the broken man in front of me. I couldn't help but feel pity for him. He may be an asshole that pushes me around but he was once an innocent child.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I say gently. His blue eyes stared intensity at me. "I'm sorry you had it rougher than I did.." I continued. "However I can't accept the fact you kidnapped me and nearly had me raped.. and I won't apologise for trying to escape you but I am sorry that my mother left you. That must've been.. horrible."
"All I ever wanted was to be loved." He shrugged and pulled out a white packet. My mouth opened when I realised what it was. He pushed his index finger inside and got a little bit of the white powder and brought it up to his nose inhaling.
"Life is shitty Olivia. It's always going to be no matter what you have." He laughed motioning to everything around him. "Even the richest man in the world is still miserable. I'm miserable and," he pointed his finger at me. "You're miserable. We're all miserable." He ranted aimlessly. I had no idea what he was on about.
"Drugs however," he shook the white packet he was holding. "Make life a little bearable. It gets you high and excited and—" he suddenly fell back against the bed and clutching his chest and a pained expression took over his features.
I rushed over to him in shock. His eyes had squinted shut. I looked down at his clenched hands which were clutching his white shirt. "Harry!" I screamed.
"Harry!" Tears uncontrollably fell down my face.
Harry appeared in my room in seconds. He stared at the scene in front of him before quickly grabbing his phone.
"I need an ambulance!"
