~ 8 years later ~
I woke to the familiar sensation of being
crushed; I wriggled, pushing my shoulder
backwards. Liam shifted his weight off of
me slightly. He was spooning me from
behind, breathing deeply into the back of my
hair. His heavy arm was draped over me,
pinning my arms to my chest, he was
holding my hand tightly, our fingers
interlaced, his leg was slung casually over
mine. I could feel the usual ‘morning glory’
pushing against the small of my back.
I quickly silenced my phone alarm and elbowed him
in the stomach. “Six o’clock,” I mumbled sleepily, closing
“Ten more minutes, Angel. I’m still tired,” he
murmured, pulling me tighter to his chest.
“Nope, no ten more minutes. Last time it turned into
another hour, and Jake nearly caught you in here,” I
mumbled, elbowing him in the stomach again.
He moved his arm and pinned my hands down to the
bed near my head, in a praying position. “Just ten more
minutes, Angel,” he whined. I sighed and closed my eyes
again. There was no arguing with him when he was like
this, I just didn’t have the energy this time of the morning to
get into a fight with him. We both drifted back to sleep,
“Amber, you had better already be up!” my
brother shouted, banging on the door. I
jerked up and so did Liam, it was almost
half past seven.
“Er…. yeah I’m up already, Jake,” I shouted back,
glancing at Liam who was rubbing his face, looking a bit
“Good. I’m going to have breakfast. Hurry up will you.
Liam’s driving today so be ready to leave in thirty minutes,”
Jake called through the door, before stomping off down the
“Jeez, Angel, why didn’t you wake me up?” Liam
I looked at him warningly and gave him my best
death glare. “I did, you jerk! You said ‘ten more minutes’
then pinned me to the bed to stop me from elbowing you!” I
growled sarcastically, doing a bad impression of his voice.
He chuckled and pushed me back down on the bed,
pinning my hands above my head and rolling on top of me.
“Pinned you to the bed? Were you dreaming about me
again, Angel? I could make that dream come true for you,”
he mocked, with his face inches from mine.
“Yeah, you wish! Now get the hell off me, Liam, and
go get ready. You’re driving today, apparently,” I hissed,
nodding to the window. He sighed and pushed himself off
me, pulling on his jeans and t-shirt. He climbed out of the
window, silently, sliding it back down after him. I walked
over and locked it before heading in for the quickest
Exactly twenty-six minutes later, I trudged into the
kitchen with a frown, Liam was there leaning casually
against the counter, eating my cereal. Damn it, every
morning! His brown hair was messy in his usual just got out
of bed look, which to be honest he did get out of bed and it
looked just like that. All he ever did was run his hands
through it a few times and add a bit of wax.
He looked the same as he did every morning, like a
freaking supermodel. He wore low slung ripped jeans that
showed his boxers a little, and always made the girls
swoon. Today he wore a white t-shirt that showed off his
perfect sculpted body, and an orange and grey checked
short sleeve shirt over it, which he wore completely
unbuttoned. His blue eyes were glittering with amusement
as he looked at me.
“Running late this morning, Angel?” he asked with a
I gave him a drop dead look, making him chuckle.
“Shut up, Liam! Why the hell are you eating my cereal
again? Don’t you have any food at home?” I asked,
snatching the bowl from his hands and eating the contents.
He just watched me with an amused smile.
Jake threw me a juice box. “You do look a little
harassed this morning, Ambs. Everything OK?” he asked,
looking at me a little concerned.
I glared at Liam again as he started to laugh. Of
course I looked harassed, I had half an hour to get
showered and dressed. “Slept in,” I muttered with a
Jake had no idea that Liam slept in my room with
me every night, if he did he would go crazy. Jake was very
protective of me, he always had been, but he had gotten
worse since my dad had left when I was thirteen. Well, I say
left, but in reality Jake and Liam came home early from
hockey one day to see that my father had beaten me
senseless, and was trying to rape me. Jake had finally
snapped, and he and Liam had beaten the crap out of him,
almost killing him in the process. They had thrown him out
of the house and told him that if he ever came back, they
would kill him. He never came back though, that was three
A little while after that, my mom got a job with a huge
electronics firm, she was the PA to the director and so she
travelled a lot. She was gone twice as much as she was
here, so we only saw her for about one week a month, if
that. Jake was my only supervision, although at times it was
more like I was the one taking care of him.
Liam was also very protective of me, but we still
didn’t get on - even though he had literally spent every
single night wrapped around me in my bed for the last eight
years. He had snuck back into my room the following night
after seeing me crying again and we had ended up falling
asleep again. After two weeks it had just became a regular
thing. It wasn’t something that we ever talked about, I just
left my window unlocked and he let himself in once his
parents had checked in on him to make sure he was
asleep. We had never once been caught in eight years.
We’d come close a couple of times though. A couple of
years ago, Liam’s mom had found his bed empty, but he
took the hit and lied, saying he’d snuck out to a party and
stayed at a friend’s. No one suspected he was next door
with me. He still teased me like crazy and annoyed the life out
of me just as much as he did when we were kids, but I
always knew he would be there for me if I needed him. It
was like he had a split personality. By day he would annoy
me, making me crazy and angry all the time, and by night
he would be the sweetest boy in the world and would
cuddle me, making me feel safe and secure.
“You’re looking hot today, Angel, ” Liam stated, with
his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly,
making me squirm.
Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I
didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more
minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had
thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V-neck top
and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added
the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara
to make my grey-green eyes stand out, and some clear lip
gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the
finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily,
waiting for them to grace me with their presence.
The drive to school was the same as usual, they sat
in the front talking about football and parties, and I sat in the
back listening to my iPod, trying to ignore Liam smirking at
me in the mirror. We pulled in to the school and the car was
immediately swamped by people, the same as every
morning. Liam and Jake were considered ‘hot players’ at
our school. They were seniors and every girl’s dream, the
boys wanted to be friends with them, and the girls wanted
to sleep with them.
Liam laughed as I cringed getting out of the car,
trying to avoid the horde of skanks that banged into me
because they were trying to throw themselves at him. One
girl elbowed me on purpose. I looked at her in her tiny skirt
that looked more like a belt and her top that showed her
stomach, and grimaced. Jeez, she is such a ho!
“Holy crap, Jessica, did you know you left your skirt
at home?” I asked with mock horror.
She scowled at me and I heard Liam and Jake
laugh. “Whatev’s, you do know that the emo look doesn’t
work for you, right?” she spat back.
I just laughed and walked off. It was usual for Jessica
and I to have these sort of comments for each other. She
had dated Liam for a little while, well, if by dating you mean
having sex a few times, and then getting dropped. She still
wasn’t over it and wanted him back, much to his disgust.
“That wasn’t nice, Angel.” Liam laughed, as he
caught up with me and threw an arm around my shoulder.
He bent his head close to mine. “Sorry about this morning,”
he breathed in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I
elbowed him in the ribs making him chuckle and pull back.
“And ignore Jessica, I think you rock the emo look,” he
added, with a flirty wink.
Jake slapped him on the back of the head. “Dude,
that’s my little sister!” he scolded angrily, pulling him off me.
Liam just laughed and winked at me again, making me roll
my eyes. Liam pulled away and walked straight up to what
looked like his newest lay. He smiled at her seductively and
she blushed as he immediately started flirting with her.
I found my friends who were practically eye shagging
Jake and Liam with dreamy expressions. “Hey, Kate, Sean,
Sarah,” I chirped as I walked up to them.
“Hey, Ambs, did you ride in with hot piece of ass
one and two again today?” Kate asked, staring after my
brother as he walked off.
I laughed and shook my head. “Nope, just plain old
Jake and Liam same as usual.”
Kate sighed. “How the hell can you be unaffected by
how freaking hot they are? I mean, you’re so lucky to live
with Jake! I would love to watch his hot ass walk around all
day,” she purred, fanning her face.
I pretended to gag. “Kate, that’s my brother and his
asshole friend! How on earth can you get past the manwhore
behaviour? Both of them are jerks.” I shrugged. I
didn’t get why, but every single girl in this school was in love
with them. Jake was a great person, but he treated girls like
objects, and Liam, well Liam was just an all-round jerk.
“They are the two best players on the hockey team
and look like sex gods, and I wish I could get past it,” she
said suggestively, waggling her eyebrows with a grin,
making me laugh. She hooked her arm through mine and
pulled me towards our first class.
School was good, as usual; I was quite popular due
to the fact that my brother and his best friend were the most
wanted boys there. They looked after me of sorts, which
basically meant that they warned all the guys to stay away
from me, which actually suited me fine because I didn’t
want to date. Most of the girls wanted to be my friends so
that they could get closer to my brother. The girlfriend
wannabe’s were pretty easy to see through though, mostly
you could tell if they wanted an introduction, by what kind of
clothes they were wearing - if they weren’t wearing much
then they were after my brother or Liam.
I loved my classes, I was quite popular amongst the
teachers too because my grades never went below a B. I
always did my homework, and was never tardy; I prided
myself on it, though I wasn’t a nerd. At lunchtime I was sat
with my friends when I heard the usual whispers and
giggles. Girls started checking their hair and fixing their
make-up so I knew that my brother and his friends were
arriving in the canteen. I sighed as Kate and Sarah started
lusting over them as usual.
“Oh yay, hot piece of ass number one is coming
over!” Sarah giggled, elbowing Kate in the ribs.
I rolled my eyes as a hand shot out from behind me
stealing a handful of my fries. “Hey, Angel,” Liam breathed
down my neck.
I slapped his hand as he went to steal some more.
“Liam, for goodness sake! Go buy your own food, you tight
ass,” I ranted, annoyed.
He laughed. “Oh you know you want to share with
me,” he replied, plopping down next to me on the bench,
shoving me over with his hip.
“Liam, what do you want?” I asked with a sigh,
moving my plate away from him.
He threw his arm around my shoulder. “I just wanted
to visit with my girl. I know you’ve been missing me not
seeing me all morning, and all,” he said cockily.
My friends all sighed and stared at him longingly.
“Will you get your man-whore arm off me, Liam, for
goodness sake; I don’t want to catch anything!” I scolded,
shrugging him off.
He chuckled again. “Don’t be like that, Angel. I just
wanted to let you know I’ll be driving you home today. Your
brother has a date, so….” he trailed off, smirking at me.
Great, just great! He was driving me home.
Fantastic. He always made the drive home as long as
possible just to annoy the life out of me. Then, he insisted
on waiting at my house until my brother came home, which
meant that I had to cook for him too. Damn it, he is so
“That’s great, Liam. Run along now, I’m sure you
have some more STD’s to spread around,” I said, waving
my hand in a buzz off gesture.
He laughed and kissed me on the cheek as he
stood up. “Pretend all you want, Angel, we both know you’ll
be wanting me to sleep with you tonight.” He winked at me
slyly, giving what he said a double meaning, and I prayed
no one else picked up on it.
“Of course I will, Liam, because I’m so in love with
you.” I sighed, rolling my eyes and rubbing my cheek where
he kissed me.
“I love you, too.” He smirked at me as he walked off
to the same girl from this morning. He slipped his arm
around her shoulder, his dirty, slutty lips lowered onto hers. I
frowned and looked away back to my friends when he
started making out with her in the middle of the canteen.
Kate and Sarah and half the girls in the canteen
were staring after him lustfully. “Jeez, that guy is so freaking
annoying! Why couldn’t my brother choose a nice best
friend, someone who isn’t an arrogant, self-obsessed,
asshole?” I ranted, throwing my hands up.
“Oh stop whining! Liam James just had his arm
round you and kissed you on the cheek, I would give
anything for those sweet lips to be on me,” Sarah said
dreamily, making me laugh.
“Whatever. Come on, let’s get to our next class,” I
suggested as we picked up our trays and headed out.
After school I reluctantly made my way to
the parking lot, where a smirking Liam was
leaning against his car waiting for me. “Hey,
beautiful.” He winked at me flirtily and
opened my door for me.
“Hello, Liam.” I climbed into his car, already annoyed
with his flirty ass, if Jake was here he would have slapped
him for that one.
He climbed in next to me. “So then, Angel, I just
need to stop by the store on the way back.” He put the car
into drive and pulled out of the parking lot.
“Great,” I mumbled. I decided to look out of my
window and ignore him; I was still annoyed with him for the
whole ‘ten more minutes’ thing this morning.
He pulled into the parking lot of the store a few
minutes later. “Come on, Angel,” he said, getting out. I just
sat there and crossed my arms over my chest refusing to
leave the car. He walked around the car and opened my
door for me. “Come on, Angel,” he repeated, holding his
hand out for me.
“It doesn’t take two of us to go in, Liam. I’ll wait
here,” I countered. He reached into the car and picked me
up easily, slinging me over his shoulder, laughing. He
kicked the door shut and started walking towards the store.
“Put me the hell down, asshole!” I shouted, slapping on his
He just laughed at my meager attempts to get down,
and continued walking. Once we were in the store he finally
set me on my feet. I looked around, embarrassed, checking
to see if anyone saw that, but it appeared that they didn’t.
He reached out his hand and tucked some of my loose hair
behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek.
I slapped his hand away from my face and gave him
and looked at him angrily. “That was so embarrassing!” I
“What’s the problem? Most girls would love for me to
do that to them,” he replied, shrugging and walking off
towards the magazines.
I stomped my foot, then blushed because I had just
stomped like a child; thankfully Liam wasn’t watching
otherwise I would never hear the end of it. He grabbed a
sports magazine and a bar of chocolate and stalked off
towards the counter to pay.
I was happily flicking through Teen Vogue when two
boys walked over to me. I stiffened. “Well hello there,” one
of them purred. I nodded in acknowledgement, and put the
magazine back, walking off quickly to find Liam.
“Hey, where you going?” the other guy asked,
grabbing my hand.
My heart started to race as I looked around,
frantically. “I’m looking for my boyfriend,” I lied, trying to
“Boyfriend? I don’t see a boyfriend,” the other guy
said, sneering at me. “How about we go somewhere and
get to know each other better?” the boy who was holding
my hand offered, pulling me towards him slightly.
I felt sick. Oh God, Liam, help me please! I know I’m
pathetic but I just hate confrontation and I hate people
touching me, especially people I don’t know.
“Hey, Angel,” Liam said, slinging his arm around my
shoulder and glaring at the two guys who immediately
dropped my hand and took a step back. I moved closer to
Liam’s side and pressed into him so hard that it actually
hurt. “I hope you guys weren’t hitting on my girl,” he said
casually, but I could hear the anger in the tone of his voice.
Liam has always been protective of me; one time a boy
pushed me over into a puddle when I was seven, and Liam
went straight round to the boy’s house and punched him in
“No way, man. We were just talking, that’s all,” the
guy lied, holding up his hands innocently.
“That’s good. Come on then, Angel, let’s get you
home,” Liam said, guiding me towards the door. Once we
were outside, he turned to look at me. “You OK?” he asked,
looking at me concerned. I was OK; my heart had stopped
trying to break out of my chest as soon as I heard his voice.
I nodded and smiled at him gratefully. “Thanks,” I
muttered. He opened the car door and waited for me to
climb in, before going around to his side again. Once he
was in he tossed something into my lap, I looked down it
was a bar of my favourite chocolate, I couldn’t help but
smile. “Thanks, Liam.” He was always doing sweet things
like buying me candy, it was just a shame he was such a
man-whore jerk, otherwise he would probably be a nice
When I got to my house, I went straight to work
making a lasagne for dinner. Liam hovered around the
kitchen behind me, making me feel violated as he stared at
my body. “For goodness sake, Liam, my eyes are up here!”
I cried angrily, pointing to my face.
He laughed. “Wow, you really are in a bad mood
with me today, huh?” he teased, smirking.
“Yeah I am. I can’t believe you this morning. I hate
rushing around; I’ve looked and felt like shit all day,” I cried
“I think you’ve looked hot all day,” he countered,
“Ugh, can you just stop talking to me? I’m not in the
mood.” I threw the food in the oven and started to chop up
“Fine, whatever.” He shrugged again and came to
stand next to me, helping me chop up the salad stuff. He
was standing so close to me that I could feel the heat
radiating from his body to mine, it was strangely calming.
“I’m gonna go start my homework. That lasagne will
be done in half an hour; I suppose you’re staying for dinner,”
I stated. It wasn’t a question, I knew he would. I’m not sure
whether Jake asked him to stay with me when he was out,
but Liam always did anyway.
“Sure, seeing as you asked me so nicely.” He
“I wasn’t asking,” I growled sarcastically as I turned
to walk off.
He grabbed my hand and stepped closer to me, he
was so close my chest was touching his, I could feel his
breath blowing across my face. “Angel, I’m sorry about this
morning, I am. Please stop being all bitchy to me, it doesn’t
suit you,” he said quietly.
I took a deep breath and sighed. “OK, yeah, I’m
sorry too. I guess I have been a bitch to you,” I admitted,
trying to look away from his beautiful sky blue eyes that felt
like they were seeing my soul.
“So, am I forgiven?” he asked, smiling.
I liked this Liam, he was the one that looked after
me, he was different when we were on our own. He gave
me his adorable puppy dog face that I just couldn’t say no
to, and I felt my will to hate him crumble.
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I’m going
to do my homework before dinner.” I pulled out of his hold
and walked away quickly.
That felt weird being close to him like that, I could
still feel the tingles of electricity flowing through my hand
where he had held it, I could still smell his sweet breath that
had blown across my face. I had no idea what this weird
atmosphere was in the kitchen; it was all just too confusing.
I shook my head and pulled out my calculus homework,
making a start on it at least.
After we had eaten dinner in silence, I finished my
homework. It was only eight thirty so Liam decided to put on
a movie. He put on The Final Destination and we sat on the
couch watching it. I felt a little uncomfortable for some
reason but I couldn’t work out why. I was just sitting there the
same as usual, but something felt off. I kept sneaking little
glances in his direction; he was sitting there watching the
movie, one leg folded over the other, his arm casually slung
over the back of my chair.
Neither of us moved until the movie finished. I stifled
a yawn. “I think I’m gonna go to bed, Liam, I’m pretty tired,” I
murmured, getting up and stretching like a cat. When I
looked back to him, I noticed that he was watching me
intently. I cleared my throat because he was still staring at
me with a strange expression on his face.
“Oh right, yeah OK. I’ll just shoot home then and I’ll
be back in like thirty minutes,” he said, standing up to leave.
I followed him out and locked the door behind him, a
little puzzled. Why was everything so tense and strange
between us tonight? It’s was probably just because I was so
pissed off at him this morning it’s made things a little
I changed quickly into a tank top and shorts, brushed
my teeth and hair, then slipped into my bed. The bed felt
cold and too big, just like it did every night. After about
twenty minutes or so, I heard my window slide open and
then closed again. Clothes dropped to the floor and then
the bed dipped behind me.
“Hey, you asleep?” he whispered.
“No, not yet,” I mumbled.
I lifted my head so he could put one of his arms
under my neck. He pressed his chest right up against my
back and wrapped his other arm around me, throwing his
leg over mine. I heard him sigh as I wriggled to get closer to
him, I loved Liam sleeping in with me, the bed didn’t feel
right without him there.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling his arms tighter
around me and pressing my face into his arm, smelling his
beautiful scent that was like nothing else in the world.
“Nothing, Angel. I’m just tired, that’s all,” he mumbled
against the back of my head, pressing his lips into my hair.
“OK. Goodnight, Liam,” I whispered, kissing his arm.
“Goodnight, Angel,” he replied, kissing the back of