Brooklyns POV: I woke up and my head was pounding. I rubbed my temples until my eyes adjusted to the light, but it was still painful to move my eyes or head around quickly. "Hey, where am I? You're Liam, right?" I looked to the boy at the end of the bed, just sitting there with glazed over eyes. "I'm Liam, this is my place, remember?" He was getting dressed in his seat and I tried to sit up, but my hip was in excruciating pain. I decided it would be best to stay laying down. I was in a pile of bankets, and I didn't really care why. I just wanted to know why I was here. "Oh, you don't remember, do ya?" I shook my head and he chuckled. "Well, lets just say I couldn't dare watch you get hurt, so I wanted you to stay with me. You were just so clingy once we got home, to put it in better words." "So I- we uh- oh my god did.. Did we uh.." He nodded and I buried my face in my hands. "I'm so sorry, it'd be best if I just left." I looked around for my clothes, and saw them on top of the dresser, all folded up. "I'll give you some space to change." Liam stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. What the hell was I thinking last night? The only thing I had was my dress from last night, and it was really short. Liam was in his kitchen making breakfast, and I could smell it from upstairs. "Liam, you really don't have to cook." I tried my best to maneuver through the house without walking into some room. I got downstairs and he looked at me with a smile on his face. "I wanted to feed you, its the polite thing to do. Oh, are you sure you want to wear that dress? I could lend you some of my uh, my friends clothes if you'd like." I nodded and he took the waffles out of the toaster, leading me to his closet where he pulled out some clothes. "I'll meet you downstairs with food." Again he walked out, leaving me to change into someone else's clothes. I wondered how he had gotten them. It wasn't my business, but why did he look so familiar? That face. That name. Everything about it seemed so familiar, like I know him from somewhere. It didn't matter. I put on the jeans, which undoubtedly were his friends. The shirt was a plain white v neck, and I assumed it was his. I pulled that over and discarded my dress, putting it on his bed in a messy ball. I was starving, and met Liam downstairs. He had a plate out for me, and another with about eight stacked up. "Would you like me to bring you home after? I have to stop by my friend Louis' house, and maybe I could drop you off after, if that's alright with you." I nodded, not thinking about the argument my room mate and I got in before I went out the night before."That would be lovely. Thank you so much." He smiled politely and went back to eating. "So Liam, tell me about yourself, if you don't mind. You just, you seem really familiar and Im kind of curious."I hoped I didn't seem to pushy, I thought. "Well, what would you like to know? I mean, for starters I'm in this group. We kind of just sing and are pretty big over here." "Kind of sing? I bet you're wonderful." "Well, I guess you could say that, haha. But, the fame gets kind of stressful, ya'know? I just go out sometimes, to clubs n' all, because there people aren't paying attention to who you are and how famous you are, they just want to have fun and enjoy themselves. And you seemed like someone who could understand that, so when I saw you outside I just wanted to help, I didn't want your fun to get ruined. And so here we are now." "So, no love life or anything? I bet a handsome guy like you is seeing someone." I had my fingers crossed in the back of my head secretly that he was totally available. "Well, my girlfriend and I, we've been on and off. It- it's hard to explain. Uhm, how about we head over to Louis', you can hang out with the lads and I for the rest of the day if you'd like. That's up to you, though." I smiled widely, hoping maybe in the car ride he would tell me more. "Yeah, I'd love that."