My Bully

Nichole Mercer doesn't do much. School and then home. All that changes when her mom leaves for six months and she's stuck in the same house as her bully..


31. Don't wanna be alone

I beat on the front door loudly, leaning on the wood for support. I didn’t have a key here, so i was locked out. I groaned loudly, my head already starting to hurt. I slid down the door, plopping down on the cement stairs. I took my heels off, rubbing my aching feet. They were gorgeous but oh do they hurt. The lock clicked behind me, making me turn around to see the door open.
“Nichole?” Liam asked, looking down at me in confusion. I smiled awkwardly up at him, the drinks seeming to finally set in. Well, isn’t this a lovely timing.
“Mmm, hi Liam.” I said, wobbling a little as i stood up, clumsily taking a step forward. My toes caught the step in front of my, my fault for not raising my leg high enough. I fell froward, about to bust my face open when Liam caught me. I was flipped over and sat down. I pulled my foot up closer to me, examining my toes. All good though they still hurt.
Liam’s P.O.V
Nichole scrunched her face up, seeming to focus hard on her toes. I shook my head. She didn’t need to be drinking, it could hurt the baby. I still care about both of them, even though neither could be mine. I sighed, plopping down on the step next to her.
“Rough night, huh?” I asked, watching her lean over and place her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around the knee that was pulled up to her chest now. She nodded her head.
“It was awful. As soon as we got there, Harry ditched me and danced with every girl there. Then Niall and his girlfriend came in looking all cute-couple-ish. After that is a little hard to remember. I know that i basically bitched until Ashley told me to grow some balls and start handling it like a women. I never should have went.” She said, her words a little slurred.
I shook my head. Leave it to Harry to screw things up. A car went by just then, a guy hanging out the window yelling towards us. That’s when i realized why he was shouting. Nichole was basically showing her underwear to everybody that passes by.
I scooped her up, smiling a little as her small hands locked behind my neck as my arms went behind her back and underneath her legs. She snuggled into the crook of my neck as i toted her inside, kicking the front door shut with my foot. She started giggling, the sound girly and childish.
“What’s so funny? I wanna know.” I said, trying not to smile. She giggled a little more before sighing.
“You smell delicious and you look yummy too. So you now have a new nickname.” She said, leaning away from my body to look up at me. I turned the corner, heading to her room.
“And what’s that?” I asked, pushing on her bedroom door and using her foot to find the light switch.
“Liam.” She said before bursting into a giggling fit. I shook my head at her, tossing her down on her bed.
“But that’s my name.” I said, sitting my her feet. She shifted to where she was half sitting up, half laying down, her fingers twirling a strand of hair. She moved her legs into my lap, wiggling her toes. I chuckled.
“Nooooo. I meant Liam. Like, Lee-yumm. Like, Lee as in Bruce LEE, and yum as in YUMMY. Lee-yumm. It sounds like your real name. So it’s, like, your nickname inside your real name.” She explained, giggling at me. I laughed, shaking my head.
“Alrighty then. I think it’s bed time for you. You are so not going to remember this in the morning. Get some sleep, beautiful.” I said, kissing her forehead before making my way to her bedroom door.
“Liam?” I heard from behind me. Something in her voice made me stop. It was sober, a sweet sound. A non-drunken sound. I turned around, seeing her sitting straight up in her bed, a worried look on her face.
“Yeah, Nichole?” I asked, straining from running to her side. She bit on her bottom lip, her face a little sad.
“Please don’t leave me alone.” She whispered, her eyes tearing up a little.
I instantly gravitated toward her, watching her scoot over and slid underneath the thick comforter. I slid in beside her, pulling her into my arms. She snuggled closer to my chest, sighing. I stared down at her face, studying her sweet expression as she drifted into sleep
. That’s when i made my decision. No matter what i will be by her side, until she tells me she doesn’t want me there. I will help her with the baby, even if the father of the child is as well. She needs somebody to be her rock and i’m willing to take the risks. Sighing, i gently rolled over, clicking off the light.
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