Liam’s POV

“Liam! Were the hell did you go?!” I heard Andy ask from a far distance behind me. Just when I was about to answer him, I looked at the girl who stood in front of me but then saw her body had completely given up.

“Shit!” I cursed just I caught her on time before she hit the ground. That was a close one.

She passed out, not so great.

I understand that her brain must be in shock at what was happening only moments ago, poor girl. I just don’t understand what she was doing with an older guy like him in a club. I could see she was uncomfortable as they sat alone at the table across the room from me. I don’t know why but my eyes stayed on her for the rest of the night after I caught her staring at me and Andy. I don’t think she’s a fan because she hadn’t gone up to me like other girls did tonight for autographs or a picture. I think she was just studying me I guess. I blush at the thought of that being true.

“What the hell did you do to her mate?” Andy asks me once he sees the passed out girl in my arms.

“No, it’s not what it looks like Andy…” he cuts me off.

“When I told you to get a girl to take home with you tonight, this wasn’t what I meant!” He says jokingly making me roll my eyes but chuckle. “Wait a second! That’s the girl I saw you checking out tonight!”

I clear my throat and not meet his grinning face. Damn. He saw me looking at her?

“Aw Liam bud, don’t be embarrassed! It’s great you’re looking at other women again! Plus,
she’s pretty fit. But why is she asleep in your arms?”

“I saved her from being taken advantage of by a sick arse hole,” I tell him. “Don’t worry though, I taught him some manners,” I shrug.

“Shit Liam, I never knew you would do something like that…”

He was right. The old Liam never would handle the situation like that but then again the old Liam wouldn’t have let it happened either. I think I was OK with what I did; it made me feel tough a bit. I feel good that I helped this girl. Maybe I am doing something right.

“I know but I wasn’t going to just wait for someone to help her, I just needed to get him off her so I just went with my instincts,” I say.

“Well, I’m proud of you. But now we need to leave, the paps know you’re here. They’re waiting by the entrance to get some pictures of you,” Andy tells me.

“I can’t just leave her here though, it’s too dangerous and I don’t want that creep to get to her again,” I tell him.

“Maybe you should take her to your place until she wakes up?”

“That’s probably the best thing to do for now. But we have a problem though. Your car is parked in front of the entrance. I can’t carry her in front of the paparazzi because then they’ll ask questions asking who she is, hell, I don’t even know who she is!” I sigh in frustration.

“Well, I don’t think she needs to go to the hospital, she probably just needs to lie down. If you don’t want the paps to see you, it’s probably best to call for a cab, mate. I’ll leave now so that they’ll think I left by myself and they’ll remain in the front thinking you’re still inside the club.” He explains.

“Good idea Andy,” I nod. I call a cab to come pick us up as Andy and I both move away from the club building.

“Alright mate, good luck with her. Call me if you need anything alright?” He says and I nod. He pats my back before leaving me with this girl.

I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. What if she is a fan? Then she’ll know where I live and she could tell people and I’ll never have privacy. Thankfully no one has figure out where I live. Paparazzi never follow me home but when fans do try to they manage to get lost.

Within the next few minutes the taxi cab arrives and I pick up the girl so that I’m carrying her. I put her in the cab and tell the driver my address. I’m grateful he doesn’t recognize me throughout the cab ride.

Once he stops in front of my place, I pay him and carry the girl out of the cab and walk to my front door. I had decided a few months ago that I didn’t want to have an apartment anymore, so I bought a house. It’s good because then whenever my parents come to visit me, they can pick any bedroom they like. Same thing when Andy or boys come over as well.

When I get inside, I turn on the lights and go into the living room and place her on my the large couch. I leave her alone for a few minutes as I run up the stairs to my room and change into something comfortable.

When I come back down I expected her to be still unconscious on my couch but I was surprised to see her awake. She was sat up and her hands were covering her face.

As I walked toward her, only a few feet apart, I had noticed that she was crying, well sobbing.

“Excuse me miss?” I say to get her attention. She immediately looks up to meet my eyes and I frown at the sight of her red puffy eyes and trembling bottom lip.

“I-I’m sorry,” she tries to calm down and wipes at her tears.

“Shhh,” I try to comfort her and sit beside her but not too close, I don’t want to scare her. “It’s alright, it’s gonna be OK, just please don’t cry, I don’t like to see girls cry,” I say to her.

“W-why am I here?” She asks me sadly.

“I um, well you fainted and I didn’t want to leave you behind, I would have taken you to your place but you were out of it obviously. So I brought you here to my home,” I explain carefully.

“Why would you help me?” She replies.

“I like helping other’s when I can,” I say.

“You’re a nice person, thank you,” she sniffles.

“Are you going to be OK?”

She shrugs. “I should be.”

“How did you find me?” She continues.

“I actually saw you not having a good time with that guy for a while until you left him behind and he followed you. I didn’t like what was going on so I followed him a few seconds later. I’m glad I did because then…” I trailed off not wanting to give her the hint of what would have happened.

“Why am I a complete moron?” She says more to herself and shakes her head as the fresh tears run down her face.

“You’re not a moron,” I assure her. Her beautiful grey eyes stare into my brown ones; all I see is sadness, anger, and disappointment in hers. I didn’t like that. It made me a bit sad to see such a beautiful girl so torn.

“No,” she finally looks away and covers her face again with her hands. “You don’t get it! I am! I’ve ruined my life and I can’t fix it! I tried to get a job from that guy but he tricked me into thinking I could get hired! I’m so stupid, foolish, naïve! I don’t think anyone can be a bigger failure than am I now…”

Her words broke my heart. I didn’t know what to say.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you or sound crazy. Thank you again for being nice to me and for helping me out earlier but I need to get home,” and with that she stands up.

“Wait, do you need me to call a cab for you or…” she interrupts me.

“No, I’ll find my way back, you’ve done enough for me, thank you, Liam,” she nods at me.

How did she know my name?

“You know me?” I ask her.

“Only your name, I heard your friend call you that before I passed out,” she explains.

“So you don’t know who I am?”

“No sorry… You have a lovely home by the way,” she says as she looks at her surroundings.

“Thanks,” I say. I follow her to the door.

Don’t let her leave Liam! My inner voice tells me.

She turns to me before giving a sad smile and a wave goodbye before opening the door then leaving. I quickly make my way to the window and watch as she walks down the sidewalk alone in the dark. Was she really walking home? Is she crazy? I need to go after her.

I run out the door and catch up to her in a matter of seconds.

“Wait!” I call after her.