I woke up in bed next to my Liam. My face was inches away from his. I took a moment to absorb all his features. His soft brown hair and those lovely bushy eyebrows, gave him a boyish look. His long eyelashes and plush pink lips made him look like an angel. And it’s true, Liam is an angel. He is my angel. Nobody can beat what we have overcome in the past. We went through it together; we survived together.
I hadn’t realised that I’d been staring for a while now until Liam spoke. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He mumbled, still half asleep. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
“I don’t need to take a picture, when I have the real thing in front of me.” I whispered.
He sighed and spoke. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now get up!” I said, shaking him. Liam still lay there half asleep.
It was morning and the sunlight was peering through the small crack in the curtain. I stretched my arms and legs, and threw my legs over the side, ready to get out of bed. However as soon as I stood up, my head started to spin. My sight started to blur and my stomach didn’t feel good.
I would know this feeling anywhere. I was going to be sick and it wasn’t going to be nice. I made a horrid sound and sprinted to the bathroom and kneeled in front of the toilet. Bile started to come up my throat. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes to let it all out. What was happening to me?
Water started to come out of my eyes. Suddenly I felt someone hold my hair back and out a hand on my forehead. I squinted open my eyes to see it was Liam. I gestured him to go, but never the less he stayed. Once I’d finished he did the same routine with wiping my face with a flannel.
“Ally are you sure you’re okay?” he asked worriedly dabbing my face.
“Li, I am fine. Don’t worry.” I comforted him. I didn’t like seeing him all worried over me.
“I know, I just still think you should go to the doctors. You know, get yourself checked up.” He mumbled taking a seat on the edge of the bath tub.
“No. No doctors Liam. I’ll be fine.” I said quickly, shaking my hands out in front of me.
I didn’t want to go to the doctors for a specific reason. It’s because when you go to the doctor’s bad news always comes back. Like when my mum died of cancer. Or when Liam was stabbed. I couldn’t do it anymore. I hated hospitals.
Then my mind wondered to what could be wrong with me. Honestly I didn’t know. I sat beside Liam on the edge of the bath tub and thought. I was vomiting, eating a lot mainly the food I would never eat, I felt dizzy at times and I was really emotional. What could it be?
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I put two and two together and came up with… pregnancy. I gulped and looked at Liam. He seemed to be in thought. What if I was really pregnant? What if Liam wasn’t the father? What if it’s Damen’s baby? Tears started slipping out of my eyes. No. This couldn’t be happening.
Suddenly Liam arms slipped around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side.
“Shh Ally. Don’t cry.” He whispered comforting me, rubbing warm circles on my back. I nuzzled my face into his chest and carried on sobbing. After a few moments of silence and Liam holding me, I pulled back wiped my tears and put a brave face on. I had to make myself believe that I wasn’t pregnant, and even if I was it wasn’t going to be Damen’s baby.
I was about to say something and just as if on cue my tummy rumbled. I looked at my stomach and then Liam. He had a smirk on his face.
“Hungary are you?” he chuckled. I rolled my eyes, but nodded my head never the less. “Right you clean yourself up, I’ll tell Harry to make some breakfast.” With that he went down stairs. Was it just me or could I feel a moment of déjà vu? I shook my head, stripped my clothes of and stepped into the shower.
I caught a glance in the mirror at myself. My bruises were fading a bit; they were going a yellowy colour now. But then my eyes landed on my stomach, and the same thoughts came back to my mind.
Was I pregnant? I imagined a big bump for a belly, with a little tiny baby inside. Was there a child forming inside me right now? I brought a hand up to touch my stomach. I closed my eyes and imagined my child to look like a mini Liam, regardless of whether it was a boy or not. I smiled at the thought. Liam and I would have our own family.
However, when I opened my eyes an image flashed right in front of me. I saw Damen smirking at me with a baby in his hand. No! It couldn’t be his. If I ever had a baby it wouldn’t be his. Never. Soon the disturbing image faded away from my eyes and I fell limp into the shower.
The water spraying above me was cold and I started to shake and shiver. My tears started to come out and emerged with the water above. Suddenly I heard Liam calling my name. He burst into the bathroom and his eyes landed on me.
“Ally are you okay, I heard something?” he asked getting next to me and pulling me close to him. He didn’t mind the fact that he was getting wet too, he just wanted to comfort me. I wrapped my arms around him; just feeling his presence calmed me. “Ally?” he called my name. I looked up at him. “What happened?” he asked again.
I noticed him looking at my body; my body which had healing bruises and scratches on. A worried expression flashed on his face and I decided to go with the story I told Louis.
“I fell down the stairs and just down I fell down in the shower.” I managed to come up with.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Look at how bad you are hurt. Ally seeing you hurt makes me hurt too, if you don’t tell me it will cause me double the pain.” He said caressing my cheek. I took his hand into mine.
“Im fine.” I said confidently, but inside I was the most broken piece of shit anyone could ever find.
“Come on let’s get you out of the shower.” He said standing up and pulling me up with him. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me and then lifted me up bridal style. We were both soaking wet, it was unbelievable. I started gawking at him, his wet hair was perfect and the way his tee clung to him made my heart flip. No wonder he loved his job. All the girls would be drooling over him, but I knew one thing for sure. Liam was mine and always will be.
Liam carried me through the hallway and kicked open the door with his foot. He walked to the bed and plopped me on top.
“Get dressed. Meet me down stairs.” He whispered in my ear. “I really need to get out of these wet clothes.” He said pulling on his tee. I giggled at him. He gave me a kiss on the lips and then started heading for the door.
Before he left he said, “Oh and Zayn has brought a little friend downstairs.” He said winking. That left me puzzled. Who could it be?
I quickly jumped of the bed, handling my dizziness. I slipped on some under garments, jeans, and a white tank top with pink skull and cross bones on it. I blow dried my hair and combed it. I left the make up for today; I wasn’t in the mood for any. Before heading downstairs I slipped on some Navy blue vans. There.
Walking down stairs, my tummy was rumbling but other than the sound of my stomach I heard a new voice. It was a female’s voice that I’d never heard before. I also heard the voices of the boys and then I heard Kyra’s laugh. I heard Eleanor talking faintly. Yay the girl were back and was about to be introduced to someone new. Zayn had some explaining to do. I peeked my head round the door and stepped fully inside. I was greeted by a warming sight.