I know the song has nothing to do with the chapter I just really like it. I usually don't like 'Little big Town' but this song is AMAZING!! :)
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The next morning I woke up to the sun shining on my face. I rolled over stuffing my face with my pillow. When I got home last night I found the house empty, not really to my surprise. I changed and slide into my new bed but as I laid there I couldn't fall asleep. I stared up at the ceiling willing myself to sleep but for some reason I couldn't. All night I tossed and turned before sleep over came me around 5 this morning. I peek open my eye and saw it was only 9 o'clock in the morning. I only got 4 hours of sleep! Groaning I laid my head back on the pillow not wanting to get up.
The idea of having to get out of my comfy bed to face reality was not what I wanted. I wish I could just sit in bed all day and not worry about anything, in fact I wish I could stay here for this entire year only to leave it when my deal with Liam was done. If only it was that simple. After 5 minutes of protest I finally got up and headed to shower. I hated that I was one of those people where if I'm up, I'm up. No going back to sleep for me. I turned on the big shower, letting warm up before stripping out of my pjs. You would think since I get up early almost everyday I would be use to it but nope. Instead it seems everyday it's harder.
Stepping under the warm water I closed the glass door behind me. Tilting my face up I let the water run down me feeling all of the tension seep out of my body. I continued on washing my hair and body before reluctantly getting out. My fingers were pruned as I wrapped a fluffily baby blue towel around me. I know its weird but it was the softest towel I have ever felt! With my blonde hair hanging down in my face and shoulders I walked to the mirror.
The girl staring back at me was the same girl I have see for the past 3 years. I haven't changed much since puberty hit or since I left high school. Only a few things were different; my blonde hair was longer since I haven't cut it since I left the home, my green eyes duller with huge bags under them, and I looked a tab bit skinnier for I sometimes didn't get enough food. I guess I could be considered lucky I didn't gain the freshman 15 that most do after graduating. Staring back at me was the same girl who has worked countless useless jobs for nothing, and who hasn't had the easiest life. With a sigh at my reflection I grabbed my brush and brushed my hair before leaving the bathroom to get dressed.
Walking into my huge closet I was struck again with how big and nice it was. As I got dressed I wondered why people would need a closet so big. Sliding on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans, and a cute maroon and grey quarter sleeve shirt. Sliding on a pair of dark blue flats I grabbed my cell phone and headed to get something to eat. I honestly don't know why I even bothered to get dressed when I won't be leaving the house but whatever. I guess I better ask Liam what i'll be doing now that I don't work. Walking into the kitchen I froze mid-step as Liam sat at the bar drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. What is he doing home? It's almost 10 in the morning. Not knowing if I should say Good Morning or not say anything I walked towards the cabinet and grabbed a coffee mug filling it up.
He was dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt and a dark blue tie. He must be getting ready to go to work or was already at work. Liam didn't say anything as I moved around the kitchen but I could feel his blue eyes following my every move. Gathering some courage I turned to face him holding my cup in my hands against my chest almost like a shield.
"So..." I started to say. "I quit my jobs."
"Good." Liam said in his smooth voice not looking at me but down at the newspaper in front of him.
"Is there something you want me to do? Like clean the house or..." I trailed off not knowing if he was even listening to me.
"No I have a maid for that." Was all he said. I couldn't help but glare at him. It was like talking to a wall for crying out loud.
"Then what am I suppose to do?" I asked trying to keep my anger at bay.
"I don't know. Keep yourself busy." He shrugged then stood up making his way to me. I thought he was going to hug me or something but instead he pushed by me to put his cup in the sink. He walked passed me again out of the kitchen. I followed behind him wanting some answers at least to our little deal.
"Liam!" I called after him. "Are you going to leave me in the dark about our whole fake marriage?" I asked. It would be nice if I knew what to expect or something, anything.
"I already told you." He said coming to a stop and turning to face me.
"No you didn't. I need to know what is going to happen and what I have to do. I uprooted my entire life for you Liam, the least you could do was answer some of my questions." I reasoned. He stared at me for a minute before sighing loudly like I was ruining his day or something, he turned back around and walked into the living room. I took that as he was going to answer so I followed after him then sat down on one side of the couch while he sat in the chair. He looked at me expectedly waiting for me to ask.
"What am I suppose to do now that I don't work?" I asked first.
"I don't know. Read, write, workout, swim, go shopping." He said sounding bored already. Yeah like I was going to go shopping everyday for a year. I almost snorted at that thought.
"Why did you want me to quit my jobs?"
"Look I don't care what your situation is, whether you ran away from home because daddy wouldn't give you what you wanted or if you came to New York for some stupid dream then it didn't happen; I do not honestly care. All that matters is that my parents like you, and that we get married as soon as possible so I can get the business. After this year I do not plan on seeing your face again." I stared at him wide eyed and hurt as he stood up and walked away from me.
Liam didn't know anything about me and it hurt that he'd made assumptions. Why does everyone assume I'm some rich daddy's girl and will throw a fit if I don't get what I want? I glared at the seat Liam was just sitting in wishing he was still there so I could burn holes into his body. I hated when people just assumed what I was like and my life. Everyone judges a book by its cover and they shouldn't. That book could be interesting, and have gone through hard experiences but they will never know. Maybe the outside cover is worn and weathered but that doesn't mean that inside it is the same way, the pages could be in perfect condition or only slightly ripped and torn.
I heard a door slam shut down the hall and I knew Liam left. Must have left through the garage. I thought. The only room I haven't seen yet. Taking a deep breath I stood up pushing my anger towards Liam down and headed to grab my coffee I left in the kitchen before going to the garage. Let's see what Liam's got in here. I opened the door and walked out turning on the light. I stared around the huge garage and at the expensive looking cars. There were 3 sitting there and an empty spot for the 4th that Liam must have taken. The garage wasn't just for cars though, on the left side were selves with what looked like tools and food storage. And on the right was a weird closet thing that held I don't know what. Setting my mug on the counter right outside the door beside a random sink I walked towards the first car.
It was a deep grey color and kind of small, looked to be a Porsche. It looked too sleek and fancy. Moving onto the one to the left of it I ran my finger over the cherry red paint of a Jeep. I couldn't help but stare at it in awe. I've always wanted a Jeep. Moving away from it I glanced at it over my shoulder before heading to the last car down by the weird closet. It was a white Range Rover. It looked to be in the same great condition as the other 2. Wonder what car Liam took? I wondered looking at the empty spot.
Deciding I wanted to be snoopy I opened the weird closet. Inside were boxes taped shut with no labels. Glancing around making sure no one was really around I reached for a box. Wonder what he has in here. The tape was loose so I was able to get a fingernail under one side and pull it. I lifted the sides and peeked inside. Confused I reached in and pulled out football trophies.
2007-2008 Football Championship
Liam Stanford
Wow. Liam played football? I set that trophy back inside and opened the box further looking inside. The entire thing was filled with trophies and medals, but of different sports. There were baseball, football, and basketball. I let out a low whistle impressed. I could almost see Liam playing sports but the image of a cold business man still stuck in my head. Putting that box away I pulled out another one. Opening it up it was filled with pictures. Pulling out one I smiled down at a picture of Liam when he looked to be only 10 or so. He was holding a football under his arm and grinning at the camera missing a tooth from his bottom and top. His features were younger and rounder and his smile genuine. I set it down and pulled out another one. This one he looked a few years older, his brown hair floppy and long hanging around his face. His face sharper then the one years before, he had a set of straight white teeth grinning at the camera. A basketball gripped in his hand held out in front of his body. Liam looked happy and his blue eyes shined.
Grabbing another photo my grin got wider. This picture had to be Liam's senior year one, standing in a baseball uniform. He had a hat on but I could tell his floppy long hair was gone replaced with a shorter style. His shoulders were wider and I could practically see his muscular arms through his shirt and down to his forearms. Sharp, high cheeks bones and jawline replaced his rounder face from years before. Black marker marked his cheeks under his eyes. He stood shoulder length apart a baseball bat held between his hands across his shoulders, and a mitt with a baseball laid at his feet. In this photo he wasn't smile just looking hard at the camera.
I stared at the photo amazed that he did all big 3 sports in high school. As I set the photo back I noticed multiple ring boxes under a pile of photos. Curious I moved the photos and grabbed a dark green ring box opening it. Inside laid a football championship ring. It was huge and had a green stone in the middle and surrounding it the word Football. Shutting it I grab a few more opening them. I got the same result but with the other sports names. Liam had 5 rings total; 2 football, 1 basketball, and 2 baseball. Goddamn. I thought. They were all huge and nice looking. Why are they packed away in a box outside? If I had ones like these I'd have them inside and maybe wear them from time to time.
Instead of going through the rest of the boxes I put my current one away and shut the closet doors. Still thinking about the rings, photos, and trophies/metals I grabbed my half full coffee mug and headed back inside.
Dumping my coffee out I leaned against the counter biting my bottom lip in thought. If Liam is as good as those trophies and rings show then why isn't he still playing? He is only 24 not at all close to the age where he couldn't be playing a sport anymore; whether it be football, baseball or basketball. And how can the boy in those photos look so different then the man I see today? Did something happen?
I knew I wouldn't get any answers if I asked. Plus if I brought up anything about what I saw he would know I went snooping. Sighing I let it go but knowing I would be asking about them soon. Having looked in the garage and found those it killed about 30 minutes of my time. I glanced around the kitchen and tapped my fingers against the counter. It was only 11 o'clock and I was bored. This is going to be a long ass year. I thought. With nothing to do I figured I might as well check out the library for a while. With that thought in mind I headed to the library. I was going to stop by my room to grab my phone but with no one to call or text I just left it there. No use grabbing it since I might end up leaving it in the library anyways.
Walking into the library I was stunned again at the room. It was basically a real library inside of a house. The walls were jam packed with books, a big comfy couch and chair sat off to the side and a long table sat in the middle where you could work if needed. The little bit of wall I could see was painted a deep red and the entire room screamed peace and home. I've always loved the library whether it was the schools or the one a few miles from the home. When I needed to just get away I always went there or the small bookstore, but that was usually to far for me to walk. A smile spread across my face as I slowly walked across one side of the room running my fingers across the spines of books.
The smell of the room was a mix of old books, wood, and something else I couldn't place. Something about it made me feel at home and relaxed; this was definitely going to be my place in the entire house. My eyes wandered over the titles of books before they landed on a familiar one. Grabbing the spine I pulled out George Orwell's 1984. I read it in high school and somehow fell in love with it. Something about the story fascinated me and made me think about what if society was really like that. What would happen to us? Who would I be and what would I be doing? Would I be Winston and break the rules wanting to know the truth or would I be Parson who is ignorant of everything around him?
Grabbing the book I made my way over to the comfy leather looking chair sitting in it. I almost moaned as my body sunk into the cushions and hugged it. The chair was really, really comfortable. With a content smile I cracked open the book and got to reading.
Everything around me faded and I was immersed inside the book even though I had read it multiple times. When reading I let myself be taken in and surrounded by it like I was really inside of it. Reading is a way of letting everything fade away and be forgotten for a few moments. I didn't have to worry about making rent, my jobs, or now what I have to do with Liam's deal; everything just melted away and I am able to focus fully on the story being one with it.
Hours passed as I read; my mind ignorant of the time ticking by. I came to a stop at the end of a chapter, dog earring the page, setting the book down on my lap to stretch my neck. Staring down at it for hours my neck was now cramped and aching. Stretching out my legs popping noises could be hear as my stiff joints and muscles finally moved. Looking down at the book I realized I was more then half done. Holding my neck with my hand my eyes grazed by the clock before coming back to it. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Wow I've been reading for almost 5 hours! Standing up I stretched my back before my stomach started growling. Grabbing my book and placing it on the table I left the library making my way to the kitchen.
From sitting down for a long time I walked funny the whole way there feeling a little weird as I usually do after. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a glass and filled it with water before gulping it all down in a matter of seconds. With a still growling stomach I grabbed a random container from the fridge before microwaving it. Dinner is coming early today. Rolling my shoulders as I waited for my food I wondered if Liam would be home tonight. Probably not. I wanted to talk to him but with the way he acted earlier this morning I was a little reluctant to again. If he was just going to insult me again I didn't want to talk to him.
I couldn't help but feel though that if we did sit down and try to get to know one another things would be better. Maybe this deal wouldn't be so bad... but it seems I am the only one who cares about that. I had no idea how we were going to pull this off to his parents that we were in love. I haven't even been in the same room as him for more then 20 minutes, and I know nothing about him other then he played sports in high school; that of course is only cause I snooped around.
Sighing the microwave beeped and I dished it out on a plate. Looks like tonight I'm having stir fry. I really need to buy actually food and make it myself. I thought. I don't know how much longer I can eat microwave food. I took a seat at the bar and ate my food by myself in silence. It wasn't like I wasn't use to eating alone although this place just made me feel even more alone with its size. With my tiny apartment my presence took up space so I didn't feel like it was just me but here it was the opposite. I haven't felt this lonely in a while.
As I was finishing up my food I heard a door being open and slammed shut followed by a giggle. Wait Liam doesn't giggle. With raised eyebrows I stood up before going and peeking around the wall. Just a few feet from me was Liam pushing some brunette against the wall while sucking and kissing her neck. I scrunched up my nose as I watched and heard the girl moan. From what I could see of the girl she was pretty. With Liam covering most of her body I could only make out that she was wearing a dress, and a small one at that. With his head in-between her neck I could see her red lipstick smudged and I knew it was all over Liam's face and neck.
Disgusted I pulled my head back. Liam's little speech he gave me when I first came here Thursday ran through my head. "If I bring women back here I expect you to be in your room or leave, I don't want them asking questions." For some reason knowing Liam brought a woman here and is in a heated make out session with her just down the hall made my chest ache. I guess I didn't think he was serious about bringing women here. Trying to be quiet I grabbed my plate and set it in the sink. Guess i'll have to clean it tomorrow. Tip toeing over I peeked around down the hall. They were still there and this was the only way to get to my room. What am I going to do?
Just as I thought about trying to head to the living room since it is closer I heard Liam's voice.
"Come here." I peeked around the corner but quickly retracted my head. They were coming this way! Pressing myself tightly against the wall silently wishing I was invisible. I heard the girls heels click against the tile floors and bite my lip as they got closer. From the corner of my eye I saw Liam come into view then the girl he was with. I saw him glance at the kitchen so I pressed further into the wall wanting to become one with it, I sent a silent thank you for not turning on the light when I came down here to eat. Thankfully they passed by the kitchen and I heard their footsteps continue to the spiral stairs. I waited for his door to shut but it never did.
Not caring or chancing Liam would come back this way I ran to my bedroom shutting the door. I leaned against it breathing heavily. Man I need to work out. I smiled a small smile glad I didn't get caught. Who knows what would have happened it Liam had seen me. Taking a deep breath I looked around the room knowing I was going to be in here all night. Changing out of my clothes and into my pjs, and washing my face I exited the bathroom but froze when I heard a noise. What the hell?! Confused I looked around before silently opening my door an inch.
I could instantly hear moaning. Groaning and scrunching up my face in disgust I shut my door but I could still slightly hear it. Does that woman have a microphone!? I can hear her through the walls and downstairs! That's why Liam didn't close his door, to make sure I could hear him and stay away. Don't worry I didn't plan on coming out. Frowning I climbed into bed leaning against my pillow. Hearing the random girls moans I covered my ears and groaned loudly. It was going to be a LONG night.
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Hey guys!!!!! So many of you know now that "Something Inside" is over I will be focusing on this story. I actually have some good plans for this one and think it's going to be good. Of course the first few chapters are going to suck but I promise it will get better :) I know I haven't updated in a little while but I was busy with my last real class of college. I have a few more weeks with my online class but I am almost over with my first year of college!! YAY ME! I SURVIVED!!!!!! Since school is practically over I will be updating more often then I usually do.
With my other book "Arrested with the Bad Boy" I think I will still write that as well. I may update this book one week then the next that one, but I'm not so sure. If this book gets more views, comments, and votes then I may just focus on this one fully. Of course that is not certain either.
Anyways I want to thank you guys for commenting and letting my know you like this story so far :) This story actually has a lot of reads for only 5 chapters :) I hope you guys liked this chapter. I know there isn't much of Liam but I promise he will show up more. I am still debating on whether to have an Liam POV or not to...let me know what you think on that!
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-Ken