32. Tell Me That You Love Me
"Jamie," I heard Liam from the other side of the door. I've been cooped up in my room for 3 hours now and I'm getting quite hungry since I didn't eat my whole breakfast.
"I told you to leave me alone," I said, sitting on my bed.
"It's been 3 hours. Please just let me explain,"
"Go ahead, I'm listening," I said coldly. I was done with the sad, crying stage. I was onto the mad, mean stage.
"I mean to your face,"
"Fine, I'll just say it to the door,"
"I didn't have sex with her, Jamie. I would never do something like that to you. I promised that I wouldn't hurt you and I'm keeping that promise,"
"You still kissed her,"
"She kissed me. I didn't kiss her back. When I came back to find you, she was there and she just straight out kissed me. After I pushed her off, I took her to her bedroom to get some privacy. I just wanted to know what she did to you without causing a scene,"
"Yes, Jamie. I don't want anybody but you. I love you," I tiptoed to the door and unlocked it. I opened it just enough for my head to peer out.
"I love you too," I whispered, looking into Liam's eyes.
"I love you more," Liam said before giving me a kiss. "Jump," he whispered against my lips. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.
"I'm sorry for being mad at you before you explained," I said, being set on the soft carpet.
"You don't need to say sorry. I need to. I should of told you myself after the party. I just saw you so happy, I didn't want to ruin your night,"
"You're forgiven," I smiled and walked back out to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I didn't see anything interesting in the fridge. "Are you hungry?" I asked Liam.
"No? We just ate 3 hours ago,"
"I didn't finish my breakfast," I said, still looking in the fridge.
"Lunch is in a couple hours. Can you hold on until then?" I sighed and pulled out some yogurt.
"I'm not waiting," I smirked and grabbed a spoon. I walked over to where Liam was sitting and opened the yogurt cup. Liam suddenly froze for some unknown reason. "Liam? You okay?" He didn't answer, he just kept staring at the... oh, I know why he was acting this way now. I giggled then brought the spoon up to his face.
"Ew, don't. That's disgusting," I laughed and then started eating the yogurt.
"Why do you think spoons are scary?"
"They're not scary. I just don't like them. All the bacteria and stuff,"
"Forks and knives are like the same thing. Why don't you not like them?"
"Eh," he shrugged his shoulders and he put his arm around mine.
"Someday, the spoon that Zayn ordered you will show up and you'll have to use it,"