Strawberry Fields Forever

Strawberry Fields Forever - Part Nineteen (19)

Okay here's the next chapter. I'm really sorry it's very late and my co-writer and I will try to update as often as we possibly can but please keep in mind that we do have our educations to think of. That's all for now. Thank you and enjoy this next installment of SFF :)

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~Anna POV~

Liam opened the doors and the first thing we heard was chanting. It wasn’t very loud but it was loud enough to be heard. My eyes scanned the room in search of the chanting and my eyes stopped on one table. It was near the back and seated around the table are 4 boys, one girl and there are many, MANY shot glasses scattered everywhere. 3 of the boys were chanting chug while the other male and the girl drank shot after shot of alcohol. I recognized the girl immediately and groaned. Not again. “Oh god. We aren’t even at the concert yet!” I hear Liam exclaim next to me. I laugh and he looks at me, smiling. “Come on.” He says, looking back at the table. “Let’s go save the before they drink themselves into oblivion.” That earned another laugh from me as he tugs on my hand and we begin walking over to the table. Once we reach the table, we stand there with our arms crossed over our chests. The blonde haired boy looks up and smiles a huge smile. “Leyummm!” He laughs while holding his shot glass up, his thick Irish accent coming through. I had to contain myself when I finally realized that I am in fact, standing in the presence of THE Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles but I couldn’t hold back the small smile that appeared on my lips. I look over to Liam, waiting for his reaction. Liam just scowls at him, narrowing his eyes. He looks so cute when he’s mad. “Niall, really?” He asks him. ‘We aren’t even at the concert yet and you’re already drunk of your face!” Niall just gives him an innocent look and points at the girl across from him. Mae. I should’ve known. “She started it! You know I can’t back down from a drinking contest Li!” Niall explains. Why I am not surprised. She always challenged people to drinking competitions because she always wins. Mae has this amazing immune system and she hardly ever gets drunk., but I have had to deal with a couple of drunken nights where she gets so drunk that by the time I get her home, she has already vomited a few times and even passed out. I match Liam’s scowl and shake my head, looking her in the eyes. She just gives me a guilty look and looks down. I feel bad for making her feel guilty but it is her fault, well partly. Sadly, a flaw of mine is that I can’t stay mad people very long so I soften my gaze when she looks up at me again. “You know you’re not supposed to start these things Mae.” I tell her in a calm voice. “I know…” she replies, looking down again. “Is this your mum Mae?” someone says to me. I look up at the owner of the voice and see that it is the curly haired member of the band. Harry Styles. He has been known to be a bit of a jokester, but that role mainly belongs to Louis Tomlinson. None the less, his comment upset me. I know I don’t exactly act like someone my age. I have been told to be quite mature for someone my age…when I want to be. “Wow. That was so funny that I forgot to laugh.” I reply, making my expression bored. He just holds his hands up in surrender and I laugh “Got ya there styles.” I say to him smirking. He just raises an eyebrow as my mind registers what I just said. “How do you know my last name is Styles if I never even told you my first name?” he asks slow and deep. I blush pink but collect myself and comeback. “You’re names are everywhere. It would be weird not knowing your name.” I sit down in the booth next to Mae and smile at Harry. At this point, Liam had already taken the seat next to niall and everyone’s attention was on the battle going on between Harry and I. “Blah, blah, blah. You, my friend, are a liar-liar, pants on fire.” He states, looking proud as he takes a sip from his alcohol. Oh my god, Harry Styles just called me his friend.  I try my best to compose myself, but a smile still escapes. I subtly turn it into a smirk and look up at him. “Very mature.” I tell him. He just shrugs and takes a sip form his drink again, spilling a bit on the table. Liam just groans and hangs his head in shame. “We’re not even at the concert yet, dear god.” He whispers to himself. Niall laughs loudly at him and we all chuckle along. Liam turns his head to Harry and glares at him. Harry see this and holds his hands up near his head as a sign of surrender. “Sorry mate. At least I didn’t get any on my clothes.” He reassures Liam. This seemed to have calmed Liam’s rage but did nothing for his annoyance. “Not yet. Come on guys. We are supposed to be having a nice lunch and you guys were supposed meet our girlfriends. Just one perfect evening. Is that too much to ask?” Liam asks, somewhat desperately. Everything becomes silent. The only sounds that can be heard are the clinking of glasses and the distant sounds of the other people conversing around us. I look around at our table until my eyes fall onto Liam. His hands are in his hair, causing it to stick out in different directions as he sighs. My poor boyfriend went through so much trouble just so that his friends and I could bond. He is too sweet. I move to sit next to him, the others scooting over to make room for me. I sit down next to Liam and he looks at me confused. I just smile and take his hand in mine before placing my other hand on his cheek, leaning up and pressing my lips gently against his. He seems shocked but instantly begins to kiss back. It is both gentle and sweet and I pour all my appreciation and gratitude into the kiss, hoping he may understand how much I love him for all he does for me. We break apart slowly, and our eyes flutter open and we stare intensely into each other’s eyes. I give him a reassuring smile and it brings out one of his own. We were too distracted by each other to notice the awe’s that were repeated around the table. I turn y gaze away from Liam to the others and notice that Harry, Louis and Niall were all slumped in their seats and Mae is cuddled up with Zayn. My gaze flicks back to Liam and I stare into his eyes once more. “You are so impossibly sweet, but you didn’t have o through so much trouble to make this evening perfect. I’m happy just being with you.” I assure him. He laughs and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “You deserve a perfect evening because you’re perfect.” He replies. My heart does summersaults and skips beats when those words leave his mouth. I’ve never been called perfect before. The next moment is a bit of blur as I quickly attach my lips back onto his. This kiss is much rougher and more heated than the previous one we shared. I don’t know what came over me to kiss him again, maybe it’s because he called me perfect, I don’t know. All I know is that it’s over way too soon when Louis rudely interrupts us by yelling “Get a room!” I swear if he wasn’t part of my favorite band and one of my boyfriend’s best friends, I would have killed him. But he was so I just laughed it off and leaned my back against Liam’s chest who wrapped his arms around my waist. I snuggled into his embrace and smiled. “I swear you two are so cute together.” I hear an Irish accent say. I look at Niall and he was smiling widely, putting his newly straightened teeth on display. “Thank you.” I reply, snuggling closer into Liam’s chest. He just tightens his grip on my waist and kisses the top of my head. After that we just began to discuss random topics but mainly focusing on Mae and I’s lives, Liam answering a few questions for me when I don’t really understand the question. I smile every time he does it because it means he actually listens unlike most guys.

After a while, a waitress comes up and takes our order. We order and then start talking again. With very question sent my way, I remember Liam’s warnings about the fields. How the others didn’t know about them and that he wanted to keep it a secret. I respected that of course, but I couldn’t help but be curious as to why it had to be kept so hush-hush. I make a mental note in my mind to ask him but quickly scrap it, not wanting to upset him. I just relax into his embrace and answer all the questions thrown at me. When the food arrives, the situation changes as it’s now mine and Mae’s turn to question the boys.

~After the dinner~

I was so excited about the concert. Although Mae and I are polar opposites when it comes to our taste in music, our love for Coldplay is mutual. So when I found out we were going to attend a Coldplay concert, I jumped up and down, my fan girl side showing. Liam just laughed and teased me, asking me if I was like this for One Direction. I just truthfully replied no. That was nothing compared to how hard I fan girl about 1D.

Once we finish our food and drink and pay the nice receptionist, we part the restaurant with full bellies and excitement. We all pile into the cars, all anticipated and a buzz with energy. Liam and I return to his car and once the cars doors are shut closed, he turns to me and takes my hand in his. “So, how was it?” He asks, somewhat nervous. “Calm down Liam. It was fine. A lot of fun actually.” I reassure him. “They are all really nice. Even Harry.” He chuckles at the last bit and sighs, his grip on my hand becomes lax, obviously pleased with my answer. He removes his hand and places it on the clutch, putting it in reverse. We back out of the parking lot and we begin our journey to the next venue of the evening – The Coldplay Concert.