Omen / Liam Dunbar A.U.

omen |ˈəʊmən|
noun
an event regarded as a portent of good or evil

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"Emma, that's your 7th shot!" Alcohol coursed through my lungs as the room spun round. I was with Stiles, who wasn't amused.

"I don't care! Give it back, asshole. Give it!" I yelled, stumbling over my stool.

"Emma!" I heard Liam call me from across the bar.

"What the hell, Em? You're seriously going to do this here?" He said angrily.

"Don't tell me what to do! You're not my boyfriend!" I laughed.

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, "We're leaving."

"What? No!" I argue as he took my hand and walked towards the door. "Let go of me! You don't call the shots here."

He chuckled, "And what makes you think you do? Emma, you took seven fucking shots!"

I frowned, "I've perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Emma, no. You don't understand. I have to take you home." Liam said, taking my face in his hands.

"Why are you so obsessed with keeping me safe all the damned time? The only thing that can possibly hurt me is you."

He had a look of pain and disappointment on his face as he pulled out his car keys.

"I don't care what you say, I'm taking you home." He insisted and walked towards his car.

He pulled out of the parking lot and started driving. He didn't talk to me for awhile, but I couldn't stand the silence.

"Hey. Talk to me. Are you mad?" I asked, hesitant.

"No I'm not." He answered, his eyes focused on the road.

"What does that mean? Can you for once tell me the truth? Tell me how you fucking feel and please do it right now because, for your damned sake, I'm drunk enough to forget all of this in the morning." I sighed and turned to face him.

"Emma. Don't."

"Why not? My feelings for you are clear and don't you fucking dare pretend like you don't have feelings for me."

He looked at me for a second and sighed, "I love you."

"Then be with me." I said.

"I can't. Emma, I consider myself a pretty strong person. But when it comes to you, I'm weak as hell."