*Liam's Point of View*

"Lydia?" I ask, but I can clearly see it's her. Her curly hair is a mess around her shoulders, and her cheeks are flushed. I could tell she's been running due to her short, shallow breathes. Even though she's all dirty and crazed, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

"Wow.. Um, hi Liam," she says, looking down at her feet. She looks scared, as if something traumatizing just happened.

"So you rush away from me just so you can attend the all night rager?" I ask jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. I'm finally able to get her to crack a smile as she looks up and let's out a small giggle.

"Yeah, totally! I left an attractive British guy hanging to go to this!" She says while throwing up her hands dramatically. I can't help but laugh as her hair flies around her face, causing her to look like a crazed homeless woman.

Wait.. Did she just call me attractive? If anything, shes the attractive one. As she settles down in the office chair a few feet away from me, I'm able to asses her apperence again. She's dressed in a black, flowy tank top and a pair of jean shorts. Her sandles seem to be binding her feet, preventing them from escaping the tight grasp.

She's pretty fit, although she's not a twig. Her pink lips are plump and I can't help but stare at them...


*Lydia's point of View*

Why is he staring at me like that? Is he judging me? Oh god please help me.. I knew I shouldn't have said that! He's just so easy to talk too.. To joke with. The personality I've seemed to lack these past few months seemed to peek through at that moment.

"Um, Liam?" I ask apprehensively.

"W-what?" He says, seeming to be pulled out of his thoughts. His brown eyes shooting back up to mine. I feel like I cant breathe when I look into them.

"You know, I should get going!" I stand up walking towards the door when a hand lightly grasps my wrist, sending shivers down my spine. I'm spun around, only inches from Liam's face.

"I'll take you home," he says with a small, shy smile. I just nod, unable to speak with him being this close.

Wait. I can't go home! Where do I have him drop me off? Ill have to lie..

"Actually! I-I have to go meet m-my grandma!" I lie lamely, looking away from Liam's gentle stare, but remaining in his grasp.

"At four in the morning? I don't think so. You don't have to lie to me Lydia." He says softly, cupping my face in his large hand and tilting my head up to meet his eyes once again. I feel like I can tell him everything..

"I can't go home," I choke out, letting loose the tears I've been holding in. His hands leave my face and wrist, only to be place around my hips. He gently pushes my body against his as I sob into his chest. My shaky arms wrap around his neck, as I bury my face into the crook of his neck.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he whispers into my ear after a few minutes of me crying into him, and I instantly obey him. His hands cup my butt as he opens the door, and maneuvers his way through the drunken crowd surrounding us.

I start to calm down as I inhale the heavenly scent of his cologne. I bury my face further into his neck, and his grasp around me tightens. I feel so safe and free at this moment that I'm able to block everything out and focus on the scent that's intoxicating my senses.

The last thing I rememeber is being laid gently onto a cozy bed and hearing Liam whisper in my ear.

"Sleep tight, Angle."

Notes

Helloooooooooooo... Yeah that's pretty much it.

-Lydia