It had been a couple of days and Liam was coming back home today. I sat on the couch with my knees pulled up to my chest as my arms were wrapped around them hugging them to my body.
Harry had left early to pick him up but I decided I should stay here. I wanted to see Liam but there was still so many emotions. And I also didn't want to sit in a car alone with Harry for the drive after what had happened. We were both really curt with one another. Especially him.
I regretted the kiss so much I don't even know what came over me. It was such a mistake. I wish I could take it all back because then Harry and I would be on better terms. I groaned as I heard the elevator 'ding' into Harry's apartment.
"Mate I'm fine." I hear Liam's voice before the footsteps got louder. "Olivia." I turned around to see Liam. He was wearing joggers and a white t-shirt and I don't think I've ever not seen him in a suit. It takes me by surprise a little. Harry is next to him holding a bottle of water and a small white bag.
"Liam." I nodded my head at him. "How are you feeling?" My voice sounded tight and I avoided my eye contact with Harry except he was staring right at me. I wanted to turn to him and flip him off but then Liam would know something was wrong between us and I would rather not have Liam find out about us. That would just add to the already huge pile.
"As good anyone can be after having a heart attack." He snapped and sat beside me. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Man my head is fucking killing me." He muttered to Harry who handed him the white bag and bottled water.
"You gotta take these." Harry says. I watched Liam reach into the bag and pull out two tablets. He twisted the cap open and placed the tablets into his mouth and took a swing from the bottle.
"I'm gonna take a shower mate." Harry nodded and Liam and looked at me. "Watch him." He simply replied and walked into the bedroom I slept in. That's the second time he had spoken to me today. Once to ask if I was coming to get Liam and this time. And all because of that stupid stupid kiss.
"You didn't tell me you had a heart condition." I murmured sternly.
Liam twisted the cap back onto the bottle and roughly threw it at the table. "Because it's not important."
I crossed my arms offended at what he said. "You made me see you having a heart attack and you're saying it's not important!" I can't believe he was just pushing his condition aside like it's nothing. He made me traumatised seeing him that way.
"Why do you care?" He asked roughly. His blue eyes glared at mine.
"I-I.. because.. I don't want you to die!" I spat out. His eyes widened and he stared at me in shock like I had a third head growing.
"You.. care about me?" He asked softly.
I sighed and brought my hands up to my cheeks in frustration. "Well I don't want you to die." I mumbled ignoring what he just asked me because I honestly didn't know. I didn't know whether I cared about him. Except that I just didn't want him to die no matter how evil and cruel he was towards me.
He casted his head down and played with the drawstring of his joggers. "Why?" He asked finally after a few beats of silence.
"Mate do you—" Harry appeared out of the bedroom wearing grey joggers and his wet towel was draped on his shoulder. He stopped when he saw us. Specifically when he saw Liam who looked really upset.
A breath of relief escaped me knowing that Harry had interrupted us. I didn't know how to reply to Liam when I didn't even know the answer myself.
"Um.. you okay?" He nodded his head at Liam in confusion.
"Yeah." Liam chuckled and stood up running a hand through his hair. "Just tired." He shrugged bending down to reach his bottled water. "Tomorrow we're leaving here." He mumbled heading into the bedroom that I slept in.
I didn't know where I was gonna sleep now since Liam is staying. Harry is already staying on the couch.
I looked around the living room in silence while the awkwardness crept into the room. Harry slowly approached the couch and sat at the other end facing the giant television. We both didn't say anything.
"I am—"
"Look Liv—"
We both spoke at the same time.
He chuckled and I giggled pulling my hair away from my face. "You first." He nodded his head at me.
"I'm really sorry Harry." I said with sincerity laced in my voice. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings when I said I regretted the kiss I just.. I don't know what it meant because of the situation we are." I explained. I had no idea if that even made sense. "You do understand right?"
"I'm not hurt." He said quickly bringing his lip between his teeth. "I was just confused why you kissed me."
My heart hammered against my chest. "I don't know what to say Harry.." I whispered. Olivia you're a fucking idiot. I mentally scolded myself. Why did I kiss him? Why did I have to goddamn—
"I enjoyed it though."
My eyes snapped up to meet his green ones. A small smirk played on his lip making me laugh. "You did?"
He nodded. "You sure you haven't kissed any other guys because you sure have a lot of practise.." he played smiled.
"Mate where the fuck do I sleep!" Liam's voice boomed.
We both looked up to see an annoyed looking Liam approaching us. "Goddamn I told you when you were buying this you needed more than one fucking room." He threw his arms up and they smacked his sides expressing his anger. "Where the fuck are we gonna fit?"
"On the couch. I'll get a motel."
Liam nodded and I frowned. I felt like such an inconvenience because I had Harry's bed. "Wait no Liam you get a motel this is Harry's place." I placed my hand on my hip. "Or maybe I can get a motel—"
"Absolutely not."
"No fucking way Liv."
They both said at the same time. I looked at Harry and he was shaking his head at me. "You're not getting a motel room by yourself." His voice was stern.
I raised my hands in surrender rolling my eyes. "Fine. I was just being nice." I mumbled crossing my arms over my chest annoyed. I did see their point. They were probably afraid I would escape again but look how that turned out for me last time. There was no way I was escaping again.
Liam rolled his head back and groaned in frustration. "Fine. I'll get a motel." He yelled bringing his head up again.
"No mate you just got out of the hospital just stay here." Harry fought back.
"Seriously! I just want to fucking sleep!" Liam yelled rubbing his face frustrated. Harry stood up from the couch and reached over to grab his car keys.
"Well goodnight then." He walked towards the elevator and threw his hand up in a wave.
Great. Now I was alone with Liam. I didn't think it could get any worse.
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