“You alright?” he asked, his voice sympathetic. But I couldn’t answer; I just leant over the toilet and threw up another bottle of vodka. Wow, that’s a waste of money! Liam, bless him, was rubbing my back in small circles and holding my hair up for me. After a few minutes I felt a lot better. “You want to go to bed?” he asked, looking at me concerned.
I nodded. “Yeah, I just want to brush my teeth.” I struggled to get up off of the bathroom floor, but I was so uncoordinated that it didn’t work out too well. Liam smiled and bent down, slipping his arms under me and picking me up easily as if I weighed nothing at all. He sat me on the unit next to the sink, grabbed my toothbrush and put on the toothpaste for me. I smiled weakly and brushed my teeth, making sure all of the alcohol taste was gone.
“Bed?” he asked, when I was done. I nodded and he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my bedroom. He had pulled back the covers and was just about to put me in when I remembered I was still in my party clothes.
“Wait! I don’t want to go to bed like this,” I mumbled, looking down at my shorts and tank top, I still had my jewellery and shoes on too.
He nodded and set me down on my feet, but I could barely stand and I felt myself sway as my legs threatened to give out on me. Liam wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me up, and pulled my necklaces off. I got hold of the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, getting tangled in the process and starting to laugh. I heard him sigh as he pushed me to make me sit on the bed and pulled my top off for me. When I looked up at him I saw he had an amused expression on his face. I laid back on the bed and unbuttoned my shorts, raising my h*ps as I pulled them down over my ass; he grabbed them and pulled them down slowly so I was laying there in my bra and thong. He held my legs up in the air as he took my sandals off one at a time.
“Nice,” he purred, looking me over with his trademark smirk, but I didn’t care, I just laid there, giggling, until my stomach lurched again.
“Oh no!” I gasped, trying to sit up, clamping a hand over my mouth. Quick as lightening, he picked me up again and carried me back to the bathroom, holding my hair again and rubbing my back while I emptied my stomach.
After I had brushed my teeth again, he slipped off his t-shirt and pulled it over my head. “There’s another one to add to your t-shirt collection,” he said with an easy smile, as he picked me up and carried me into my bed. He walked off towards the door. I thought he was going to leave and go back to the party, but he didn’t, he just locked the door and slipped off his jeans, climbing into the bed next to me. I could still hear the party going on outside. Liam wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about the guy kissing me in the kitchen. Before I knew what had happened, I’d started to cry.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” he asked, looking at me concerned.
“That as**ole stole my first kiss!” I wailed. Liam burst out laughing and I felt even worse because of it. I can’t believe he’s laughing at me! “It’s not funny, Liam! A girl’s first kiss is important to her. Just because you’re some kind of super slut who doesn’t care, and probably doesn’t remember his first kiss, doesn’t mean that the little things aren’t important!” I said angrily, slapping on his chest.
“Angel, calm down. He didn’t steal your first kiss,” he said sternly, looking right into my eyes making me feel weightless with his stupid bottomless, blue, man-whore eyes.
“What are you talking about? He did! He just kissed me and stole it,” I croaked, a tear falling from my eye. He wiped it away with his thumb and shook his head.
“Yeah, he did just kiss you, but that wasn’t your first kiss. I had that a long time ago,” he explained, with a half-smile that made his face look beautiful. What the hell was he talking about? I’d never kissed him. I frowned, thinking back, trying to remember. “Remember when I hurt myself when I fell out of that tree in my front garden? I was thirteen and my freaking leg hurt so badly, and you asked what you could do to make the pain go away.” He closed his eyes and shook his head at the memory, with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I gasped. Oh my gosh, that’s right! He’d asked me to kiss him and I did, well, twice actually. He said that it was still hurting and asked me to kiss him again. Right after that, Jake came out of the house and caught us; he punched Liam in the face for it. Oh crap, Liam had my first kiss! I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, it was actually nice at the time. He was being really sweet that day; he was climbing the tree to get my ball that got stuck up there. I guess, that was a good thing, at least if Liam had my first kiss then it wasn’t stolen by some as**ole when I was drunk at a party.