One Direction Imagines

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19. Tara & Liam



It pained me to see him like this.

So drunk. So upset. So vulnerable.

I allowed myself into his apartment and found him lying on the ground, curled up in a ball. His eyes were shut tightly but you could see he had been crying by the drying tear tracks down his cheeks. Clutched tightly to his chest was a bottle of vodka. There was still a reasonable amount left but not enough so I wouldn’t be concerned about his health.

I rushed to his side and pried the bottle from his arms.

“No,” he grumbled, trying to take it back.

He was alive. I sighed a breath of relief. I got up and placed the bottle on a nearby table.

“Li,” I said as I knelt down beside him. “Can you get up?”

“No,” he said flatly.

“Please?” I asked.

He shook his head. His eyes remained shut. He seemed so completely lost and drained. I would take him to bed myself but I knew I wasn’t strong enough to lift him and take him there. I got up and went to the kitchen. I found a bottle of water knowing that it wouldn’t sober him up but at least he wouldn’t have a terrible hangover tomorrow morning, that’s if we could make it until then.

“Liam,” I said, shaking him slightly. “Please get up.”

I guess he could hear the desperation in my voice as he forced himself to sit up. He opened his eyes and looked at me with his bloodshot eyes. I offered him the bottle. “Have a sip.”

He shook his head.

I raised my eyebrows and opened the bottle then pressed it to his lips. “Drink.”

He followed my instructions. Soon enough we found our way to our feet and lay on his bed.

I honestly never thought I’d be spending my Saturday night like this. I had planned to go out with my friends, possibly go clubbing and hooking up. Instead, I’m here picking up my very broken best friend. He loved Danielle, so much and he never failed to tell me every single time we hung out. He was so utterly smitten. Then things took a turn for the worst a week ago. I could tell by the way his smile had wiped from his face. All I was left with was forced smiles instead of his genuine grins and laughs. I knew they had problems and he told me about them. Eventually they’d work out though. Sadly the hate and pressure became too much for Danielle, yet again and I honestly thought they’d figure it out but apparently not. I had received a call from Liam an hour ago.

“She left me,” I heard a very drunk Liam on the other end of the phone say.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I was startled to receive this call, especially seeing as I was just about to head out.

“Can you believe it? She left me, Liz. She left me! Why would she do that?” He went on. “I loved her. I loved her so much.”

His sobs struck me. “Liam, hey, don’t cry. She doesn’t deserve you.”

“No,” he said shortly. “I didn’t deserve her. She was so amazing and now she’s gone.”

“I’m coming over,” I said.

Now I was in bed with Liam, holding him tightly against my chest. I let my fingers stroke his hair as he broke out into hysterical sobs. His tears were long gone and none would come out but the pain still wracked his body. I hushed him and continued to try to coax him to stop.

He soon began to tire and it was fair enough. He was so exhausted that he became silent but still awake.

“I love you,” he muttered.

I pressed my lips against his forehead. “I love you too, now get some sleep.”

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