Chasing Cars, Scarves, and Hearts

I lifted my gaze to meet his, utterly embarrassed that I ever even stepped foot into this room. I figured I could get in and out unnoticed.... Boy was I wrong.
"What are you doing in here?"
"The door was open and I saw my scarf-" I held up my scarf "I lost it earlier and I figured I could just pop in and take it back."
"Oh," the boy next to him said. He smiled slightly at me, very obviously assessing my body. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to pass the boy barricade to leave the room.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my room," I said simply.
"Tell me your name first," the boy said, his brown eyes sparkling brilliantly.
"No... I think I'll just go."
"Well, mine's Liam," he offered.
"Why don't you show her your toothbrush, that always reels them in," the other boys said, shuffling over to the couch. I blushed and looked at Liam, waiting.
"Promise me you'll come back tomorrow," Liam said. I raised an eyebrow.
"He's serious, he really is that romantic," the other boy called from the couch. Liam shot him a glare and he shrugged, his blue eyes sparkling in mischief. They seemed to be such opposites, but they somehow fit like a puzzle. They must be brothers or friends since birth.
"Don't mind Louis, he's bitter because he's just been dumped," Liam said, smirking.
"It was a mutual decision," Louis protested.
"He likes to say that; it's less hurtful to himself," Liam whispered to me. "Now, can I get your name?"
"Beth. Not that it matters."