Liam's POV:
I opened the passenger door for Lexi as she clumsily clambered out. Once she found the ground with her feet, I shut the door while shimming my other hand up the back of her football uniform top. My hand didn't make contact with the skin of her nervous body, but the cotton that hugged her torso. Lexi turned her head, and even in the dark of night, her sapphire eyes sparkled brightly captivating every inch of my being. It was only when she stopped walking that I realized her twinkling eyes were glaring into mine like a teacher glaring at a student for sneaking their cell phone under the table. "What?" I concentrated on her soft features that perfectly complemented her button nose, wide-set eyes, and plump lips.
"What is you hand doing?" she questioned.
"Oh, sorry love," I flashed her a wink before slipping my hand back out and flinging my arm around her frame.
I turned the knob after unlocking the door to my apartment and we were greeted by Andy's arms wrapping around our necks and pulling us into a tight hug. "How about that game! Did you enjoy the seats?" Andy's question was directed toward Lexi's surprised face.
"They were amazing," her soft voice answered. "You gave them to us?"
"Yeah," Andy began. "Well really I gave them to Liam as and early birthday present." At this remark, Lexi's bright blue irises looked to me with curiosity, and I could automatically tell what she would ask me.
"August 29," I answered before she could get the question out. "I'll be 22."
Her pink lips formed an 'o' shape, and like always, I couldn't read her emotions or thoughts. She only lets me see through her mind to the questions that she ponders and wants answers to; she makes me feel as if I am not in control. The feeling is new to me, in the past with… her… I always knew everything, that’s why it went to turmoil. Part of me liked the challenge of understanding Lexi, but another part felt vulnerable. I didn't want to get hurt. Again.
Lexi's POV:
I glanced around the room at all of the semi-familiar faces that adorned something representing the Broms. Many had face and body paint and others wore white t-shirts with the West Bromwich Albion logo plastered to the front. There were opened cans of beer scattered across a glass coffee table that sat in front of a black leather sofa. A side table held up a giant, almost empty, bowl of chips next to a jar of half-eaten salsa. My 21 year old… person… friend… Liam, had a well decorated flat that had become tarnished with food, drinks, and careless people. All eyes seemed to be on the television that appeared to be playing back highlights of the soccer match we had just witnessed. I didn't notice Andy and Liam were now in the kitchen chatting, occasionally glancing in my direction, as I scouted out every nook and cranny of the apartment with my eyes as my body remained stationary.
I noticed a familiar face whispering something into the ear of an edgy male with coarse black hairs barely visible on his jaw. Her almond shaped eyes and perfect completion gave her away. I made my way toward the black leather couch Caitlin occupied. "Hey, can I sit with you all?" I asked.
The second she directed her attention to me, she immediately stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck for a quick hug. "Hey Lexi!" she projected. "Of course! Have a seat." Instead of sitting back down in her place, she took a seat on Zayn's legs wrapping her left arm around his shoulders. "We saw you on TV in the front row! How was it?" she asked with enthusiasm.
"It was absolutely amazing," I admitted. "I had so much fun. It was my first soccer game and I can't believe that I got to experience it in person, let alone front row." I noticed their confused looks and realized my mistake. "Sorry," I giggled. "my first football game. We call it soccer in America."
Caitlin and Zayn laughed at my comment before explaining, "We know, but its just a little odd hearing someone calling football 'soccer.' We know it’s the same as football but its just odd hearing it like that, we just aren't used to it." Zayn elaborated making me feel slightly dumb.
"I guess I'm not used to it either," I chuckled. "Whenever I hear football, I think of the kind with the brown oval ball that people throw to each other in attempts to score a touchdown without being tackled."
"Yeah, that is also called football, accept we add an American to the front," Caitlin informed.
"American football?" I questioned with one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah," Zayn assured me.
Liam and Andy showed up in perfect timing, right before our silence became awkward. Liam offered his hand, and I, stupidly, took it. Liam pulled me from the couch onto my feet, and in the next second, his biceps were flexed around my body as he held me like a child flopping onto the couch letting me rest in his lap with my head falling against his chest. I quickly tried to sit up and slide off of him, but Andy had already sat to the immediate right of Liam leaving me nowhere to sit accept for on his lap.
"Hey Catie," Liam grinned at the girl sitting on male to his left.
"Hey cheeky," she nudged Liam's arm with the heel of her palm grinning back at him.
"So, nice party you're throwing Li," Andy butt in.
"Thanks, some guy named Andy took over being the host for me because I got these really awesome tickets from him yesterday that I couldn't pass up," Liam sarcastically replied.
"This Andy sounds like the best guy in the world," Andy's cockiness shone even through his black, cotton shirt with the Throstles logo stamped in the center.
"HA!" Liam's spurt of laughter filled the room and I couldn't help but to marvel at the perfect laugh this boy possessed.
Once the highlights were over, a group of people stampeded down the black spiral staircase that sat in the corner of the living room. "LOU!" Liam shouted as he lifted me by the waist and set me on my feet before running to embrace the guy he was shouting at.
"Hey Li!" his raspy, hi-pitched voice rang back. He adorned a pair of khaki shorts and a pair of Navy toms. His bare chest was painted with a navy 'R' and a small messy bird had been painted in white and navy on the left side of his chest. A younger girl with her brown hair tied back into a ponytail supporting a navy sports-bra and a white painted "O" on her stomach stopped slightly behind the medium-height brown haired male. "Have you met my sister?" his distinguishable voice sounded as he pulled away from Liam and placed his hand on the young girl's back pushing her forward.
"Don't believe I have," Liam smiled as he offered his hand. "I'm Liam," he gave the girl a cheeky grin.
"Grae," she smiled as she took the Liam's hand in efforts to be polite.
"Have you met my girl?" Liam's attention drifted from the male to me motioning me to join him. My nerves were acting up, not because I was meeting an attractive, shirtless male, but because Liam had called me 'his girl'. My pace seemed slow, but not slow enough. Liam wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my body into his. "This is Lexi, Lexi, this is Louis and Grae," Louis and Grae each gave me a smile as Liam spoke their names. Grae was beautiful, and appeared to be a few years younger than myself. I marveled at how much she and Louis looked alike yet different at the same time. Her brown eyes held the same sparkle and clarity as Louis' blue ones, and their face shapes, although slightly different, held the same soft edges and dominant cheek bones.
"So, how old are you?" Louis bluntly questioned.
"18, how old are you?" I asked in the same tone.
"23, Grae is 16 though," he gladly allowed me to indulge into my curiosity.
"A 16 year-old is allowed to be out this late?" I pressed.
"Yeah, she lives with me here instead of in Yorkshire with our parents. I'm just that loveable," he flattered himself.
"I'm sure you are. And that is why she lives with you?" I continued.
"Well, that, and I'm rich," he smirked. "Just kidding, Grae wanted to come to London and we are really close, so I said, 'Why not?'" His enthusiastic tone struck as a sign that he was always happy and easy to get along with.
"He wanted me to come," Grae joined the in on the conversation for the first time.
"I suppose," Louis kissed his sister's forehead. "Andy and I created this software for the MI6 that blocks any hacking and viruses and can download any files from any computer all over the world without leaving a trace. The MI6 felt it would be necessary for the both of us to move to London incase of any technical difficulties with the software, they paid us an extreme amount of money just to move down here, and I figured I would be lonely so I let Grae tag along."
"Please," Grae rolled her eyes. "You begged me to come along."
"Alright," Louis admitted. "What's wrong with a guy wanting to take care of his sister in return for a little company eh?" he rubbed Grae's shoulder as his smirk grew to a full smile revealing his pearly teeth.
Now I knew the source behind Andy's money, and wondered if his partner's flat was just as high-tech and decked out as his.
The night continued to be full of laughter, stories, and memorable moments including the back-hand-spring Caitlin threw in the middle of the room after endless seconds of chanting. At about 1:00a.m, Louis and Grae said their good-byes and the only two people left in the disheveled flat were Liam and I.
"I'll take you home," he lulled. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and although he wasn't drunk, his driving would definitely be impaired.
"No Liam, it's okay." I began to think of how scary it would be to walk home at one in the morning before I continued, "I'll walk."
"That’s crazy! I'm driving you," his persistence wasn't hindered at all by his consumption of alcohol.
"Liam, you can't." I tried to think of a weakness he had that would make him give into me. In that second, everything changed, I realized his weakness, me. "Liam you can't drive me home because it would put me in danger."
His lips pressed into a hard line, and he looked away to think of another solution. He would never let me be in danger. He turned to me, eyes wide and lips soft as his gentle voice suggested, "Stay here."
_________Author's Note_________
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