I was snapped out of my dream to someone violently shaking me.
“Get up! We’re leaving.” I recognized Liam’s voice before I opened my eyes.
“What the fuck man? You scared the shit of her, look at her face!” I looked at Niall as he almost yelled at Liam angrily.
Yeah, I was scared at first, but after I realized my position I became terrified. I had drifted to sleep with my freaking head on Liam’s shoulder. I mean, it’s wouldn’t be such a big deal with other guys, this was Liam for God’s sake. The boy hated my guts. I was surprised he hadn’t woken me up the moment he felt my head against his shoulder. Maybe he had wanted to keep an image in front of his friends.
I lifted my head, totally sober now. I preferred not to look at Liam’s face, I didn’t want anyone to mention what happened seconds ago either. So I just threw Niall a thankful glance for his support and asked everyone if I could have their numbers. My attempt for changing the subject was successful and soon everyone forgot or pretended to forget about what had just happened.
By the time we were leaving I had got all my, dare I say, new friends’ numbers.
“Give me a call in case anything…happens.” Niall said awkwardly in his adorable irish accent as he pulled me in for a hug when saying goodbye.
Eleanor also said she’d call me and that we should see each other again, soon. I just nodded and walked toward the door as I saw the impatient look on Liam’s face. I had reached my limit for today, I didn’t want to make him any angrier. Well, to be honest, I kind of did, but after my dream I had a good feeling toward him. I didn’t exactly remember what I dreamt of, but I could remember how I felt about Liam in it. I thought my conversation with El had got to me after all.
I was surprised when I saw Liam’s car was parked in the street. Someone must have driven it here for him. When we got into the car, I noticed this was the first time that I was completely alone with Liam and the first time that I was in the passenger’s seat after the car crash. I tried to distract myself from this fact and start a conversation with Liam as he drove toward the little flat management had rented for me. They didn’t think it was safe for me to stay in the university’s accommodation.
“Sorry about earlier tonight. I didn’t mean to fall sleep on your… um, shoulder.” I muttered awkwardly.
“Sure you didn’t.” Liam said in an unconvinced tone. Okay this was just unfair. I was trying my best to get on good terms with him, despite all he has done, but it seemed as though it wasn’t enough. I decided to give him one more chance and ignore his sarcastic remark. I just bit my lip and looked out the window and that was when I realized he was driving way too fast.
“Liam… can you please slow down a bit?” I said in a weak voice, afraid that he might do exactly the opposite.
“Stay away from my friends alright?” he commanded, ignoring my request.
“Why?” I was shocked. Why on earth would he want me to stay away from his friends? Was he insecure about losing them?
“You have to leave sooner or later and I don’t want them to get attached to you and get hurt when you go, because you obviously can’t stay friends with any of them when this bloody thing is over.” I could sense the impatience in his voice and somehow it annoyed me, which made me say something that I regretted the instant it came out of my mouth.
“But El and Danielle are still friends.”
Suddenly the car tires made a loud screeching sound and he pulled over. Next thing I knew, he was hovering over me, gripping my left arm so tightly I could feel bruises forming right then.
“Don’t mention her, ever again.” He hissed, his face just inches apart from mine.
“Got that?” He growled through his teeth and tightened his grip on my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh making me squeal in pain but I was too stubborn to answer him. I could take pain up to a point, after all I was a karate black belt. I tried to yank my hand out of his grasp but I couldn’t move it even an inch. It had been proven to me that no matter how strong a girl is, she can’t defeat a guy where physical strength is concerned.
“Got that?” He repeated, this time he raised his voice and twisted my arm in the process. I couldn’t even breathe anymore from the pain. I had no doubt that this boy would break my arm and not think twice about it. So I decided to swallow up my pride and nod. Yeah a nod was all he was going to get out of me.
Slowly he let go of me after one last squeeze which took all my effort not to scream out in pain. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes but I stopped them angrily, right away. I was a sensitive person and usually cried easily, but something about him, made me want to hold back tears. I was not going to cry in front of this boy under any circumstances, I promised myself. The pain didn’t matter to me. It was my pride which was hurt the most.
He was driving even faster than before and I was scared. Before the accident I loved high speed but the car crash changed everything. At first I didn’t want to say anything. I thought I could manage this ride till I got home but when he started swerving between cars I knew that I was wrong. Where is the fucking police when you need them to pull you over, huh?
He just smirked, clearly enjoying my pleas, and pushed the pedal even harder.
“Liam I’m serious! You’re gonna get us killed.” I said louder this time.
Not only did he listen to what I said, but he started driving on the other lane. Yes, it was in the middle of the night and the street wasn’t crowded at all but with if we crashed into a car or something with our speed we both would be crushed to death. So when I saw a car driving in our direction, I lost it. I started screaming like a little baby. I started to remember bits and pieces of what happened when I was coming to London with my dad.
The car stopped finally and I felt a hand on my shoulder but I didn’t dare take my hands off my eyes and look at who he was. I wasn’t sure where I was.
“Dad?” I whispered hopefully.
There was silence for a good one minute and then I heard the voice of the person of my nightmares. “No Alex, it’s me. Don’t worry we’re fine.” He spoke more softly than I had expected. I guess he felt sorry for me.
I started shaking uncontrollably but he took my shoulders in his hands and looked me in the eyes. “Don’t worry! You’re safe.” He said.
I looked at him in a disgusted manner and reached for the door handle but he grabbed my arm, right where he had grabbed so roughly earlier and prevented me from opening the door. I whimpered slightly in pain. As soon as he saw my expression he let go of my arm but locked the door immediately instead.
“Open the fucking door.” I yelled at him.
“Where do you want to go?” He asked me. Surprisingly, his tone was still soft.
“Home.” I spat.
“I’ll take you there.”
“I don’t want you to take me any where. I don’t feel safe with you. Liam, please, I’m not really okay right now.” I almost begged him this time. I just wanted to be alone as soon as possible and cry my eyes out.
He didn’t listen to me though. He just started the car again. “ I’ll drive slowly this time. I promise”
What did he just say? “I promise”? I must have looked in such a bad condition that even Liam felt bad for me.
The rest of the ride was in complete silence, which I was thankful for. When he pulled over next to my flat, I muttered a goodbye and was about to get out of the car when I heard something that sent shivers down my spine. “See you in a couple of weeks, in “our” new flat Alex. We’re gonna have so much fun.”
Welcome back, old Liam.