Alexandra POV-

Fiddling with my fingers, I turned my gaze down to my scratched up hands. For some reason, it was now difficult for me to look back at his deep, chocolate brown eyes. Desperately, I held my vision on something else, anything else.

“W-well t-thank you for everything,” I stuttered, stumbling on each word.

Bringing the tips of my fingers up to my lips, I nibbled on my nails, something I always did when I was nervous or had anxiety. Which is often.

Liam started nudging me with playfully his elbow in attempt to lighten the mood, but my eyes remained glued on my new marks and bruises now scattered across my damaged skin. I observed each one, trying my best to remember last night, but still lacking in memory.

Without warning, Liam’s long fingers glided across my cheek and cupped my chin, tilting my head to the side. I was forced to lock eyes with his, our close proximately giving me jitters.

“I just want you to be safe,” he whispered while his thumb traveled below my eyes, wiping away the stained teardrops and fallen mascara.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be safe,” I mumbled softly to myself, but he must’ve caught what I said.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he beamed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, forming a picturesque smile. Subsequently, he pulled me into a tight hug as I nuzzled my head in in the crook of his neck, savoring this moment.

Sighing once we pulled away, my drowsy eyes searched for his lively ones. “ You don’t have to do this,” I breathed.

“Do what?”

“Help me,” I shrugged.

His baffled expression was evident as he shook his head repeatedly in disagreement. Standing up, Liam had lifted my aching legs effortlessly and sat beneath them on the dark, leathery couch we now shared. Afterwards, he carefully placed each one back down on his thighs and reached for the remote, shutting off the telly.

Shifting his attention back towards me, he exhaled a shaky breath. “Darling, why wouldn’t I want to help you?” he questioned, tracing tiny shapes on my exposed limbs, leaving behind a fiery sensation after each touch. Goosebumps had visibly formed on my legs, resulting in a light pink blush growing on my cheeks.

“You’re part of a worldwide, famous boy band. I really don’t think you need or have the time to deal with someone like me,” I exclaimed, quickly wiping a stray tear that had fallen.

Realization hit me like a bus. Tonight I would be going back to sleeping on the streets, being abandoned.

I guess not everyone can have a perfect life like One Direction.

Liam was sweet enough to let me stay the night and an aching my heart had formed in my chest, knowing that I wouldn’t see Niall, Harry, Louis, Zayn or Liam ever again after today. Their busy life, concerts, schedules, traveling—

“Al, I’m not gonna just leave you. Yes, I know we hardly know each other, but that can change. Just because I may be a bit well known, doesn’t mean I can’t protect my-”

Scratching the side of his head, he paused, “friends.”

“I don’t deserve to be your friend,” I sniveled.

Waving his hand dismissively, he went on, “Nonsense, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

I groaned. Not desiring to move, I buried my head beneath my blanket in objection.

After wiggling his way out from below my bare legs, Liam yanked the fuzzy blanket off of me as it flew graciously to the floor. I shivered at my newfound loss of warmth and crossed my arms above my chest, in hope that my body heat would radiate.

Liam presented a sorrowful frown as he examined my fragile figure, observing every piece of me.

To my surprise, he snuck his lengthy arms behind me, picking up my entirety with ease. In shock, I screeched at the sudden gesture, giggling in amusement afterwards. Chuckling at my reaction, Liam held me tighter while I poked the tip of his noise, our faces only inches apart. His dazzling white teeth popped out, revealing a wide grin as he wrinkled his nose up in return. As I slung my arms around his neck, Liam paraded us out of the hotel living room.

Leaning further into him, a slight smirk crept on my face. Step by step, his strength continued to amaze me, my heavy weight not affecting his steady pace as he carried me. But as we came nearer to the bathroom, his previous words kept ringing back in my head. I’ll keep you safe.

Kicking the door open with his foot, he slowly released me on the counter top next to the sink. My feet dangled and I swung them around in pastime while he searched through the various cabinets. Pulling out a first aid kit, he dumped all the necessities beside me as I watched his swift movements.

Moving to the sink, Liam turned the nozzle on, making warm water fall with a splash. The running water was wetting the towel in his grasp and once it was soaked, he twisted the nozzel and migrated back over to me, standing between my legs.

“Let me see your hand,” he advised and I did as told, placing my tiny palm in his greater one.

Wiping the dried blood, he rubbed each of my hands until they were sparkling clean and my cuts were no longer dirty. Next, he had moved up to my face, dabbing my forehead and swollen cheeks. I sealed my eyes closed while the towel danced across my skin from my chin to my nose.

Just now, I had finally realized that I hadn’t even looked in the mirror today, officially unaware of my facial appearance.

Through my long, thick eyelashes, I glimpsed up at Liam. His eyebrows were creased in full concentration, biting his bottom lip, focusing solely on the task in front of him. Which recognizably, was to fix me up.

“You still look beautiful, even with no makeup on,” he murmured, running the currently stained towel under the flowing water once again.

My eyes popped wide open, tripling in size. I knew he had already caught a sneak peek of the discolorations, marks and bruises before, but I’m sure the damage had gotten even worse. With nothing concealing my face, I gulped down nervously and did my very best to shove away my insecurities.

“Um..thanks..um-” I was at a complete loss of words, as is there was a frog stuck in my throat. Unable to form a coherent sentence, I clamped my mouth shut.

Squinting his eyes, Liam continued his observations, “There’s a bruise already forming on your cheek,” he said, sliding his palm across the area he was referring to. I flinched at the sudden pain. Mumbling an apology, he went on with his thoughts, “Thanks to Doctor Payne, the blood from your nose is gone and your l-”

He paused, his eyes averting to my lips.

Not really speaking to me, but to himself, he said, “I should’ve gotten there sooner.”

I scanned his watery eyes, feeling guilty for making him think any of this was his fault. How could he possibly think such a thing?

Before I could reply, he raised the towel up again. Patting my puckered lips, he wiped away the dried, red liquid.

Once the connection between my lips and the thin fabric faded, I slid my tongue across my mouth, feeling a stinging sensation. The tingling left behind was excruciatingly painful, making my eyes to squeeze shut in agony.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, my discomfort clearly evident. “You have a cut right there.”

Nodding, I brought my fingers up to feel the small abrasion discovered on my bottom lip, hissing afterwards from my hasty touch.

“Lift up your shirt,” he said flatly while applying antibiotic cream on the two deepest cuts visible on my palm. After finishing up, his fingers fumbled to stick both Band-Aids on each wound, throwing away the remaining scraps.

“What?” I asked, my tone laced with confusion.

“Oh no, not like that Al, just let me see your stomach,” he tittered, throwing his head back in laughter.

“Oh,” I mumbled in embarrassment, my cheeks already burning up. Reaching for the hem of my colorful top, I slid it up midway as Liam inspected.

Wiping his forehead, he let out an upsetting sigh, clearly not pleased with the results.

“That’s going to leave a bruise. We’ll have to ice that,” he explained, leaning over to shove the first aid kit back to its original spot.

Before I could make any movements, Liam’s strong pair of arms lifted me back up. Retracing his footsteps, he carried me over to the couch that I have now grown so fond of. Placing me down gently, he scampered away without another word.

Seconds later, he hurried back from retrieving, yet again, another icepack. Liam positioned it on my unadorned stomach, pushing my shirt up a bit.

Whimpering from the cold chill, he quickly threw the fuzzy blanket above me.

As if on cue, the sound of a phone echoing surrounded the room. Grunting, Liam scuffed his feet over to the coffee table where his vibrating phone lay. Under his breath her mumbled a “shit” and then brought the device next to his ear, pacing around the room while I sat and listened.

“Hey babe.”

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“Shit. I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.”

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“I know, I know Danielle.”

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“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I promise.”

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“I love you too. Bye.”

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Ending the call, he flipped around on his heels, stalking over to me. Kneeling down beside the couch, he brought his face nearer to mine. Parting his lips to speak, I beat him to it.

“Was that your girlfriend?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes- even though I already knew the answer. I never understood why he never told me about her, but I wanted to hear him tell me himself.

Oddly enough, my unexpected question shocked him a bit. Pulling his head back, he increased the distance between us. Glancing around the room for a mere second, he rotated back to meet me eye to eye, “Yeah, yeah it was.”

I nodded and flashed a semi-artificial, strained smile. I wished he told me about his relationship status sooner, but I guess it never really came up in conversation. So technically, I have no reason to be mad.

Brushing it off, I was glad to know he didn’t just lie to me. He was honest and that’s all I really cared about.

As I began cuddling more and more into the cushiony leather, Liam stood up, his figure now towering over mine.

“I really gotta go or else I’ll be late for our date. Your phone is on the coffee table,” he said rushing his words and gesturing towards the furniture. “I’ll call Harry on my way and have him come over to be your company, just in case you need anything.”

“Alright,” I agreed while I fluffed my pillow, sinking back down into softness.

Hastily, Liam was already lacing his shoes and throwing on a jacket. Calling from the doorway and picking up his wallet, he hollered, “None of the boys know about Jake and they all think you just got assaulted by a random, drunken guy. I know how sensitive you are about that and your secret is safe with me.”

And with that, he was out the door.

While I waited for Harry.

Notes

So for any of the Liam+Alexandra shippers, this chapter was for you! But, Liam still has a girlfriend. *sigh*

Next chapter Harry's on his way over to acompany her! Does Alexandra and Harry remember the kiss?

&& for all of you wondering..Yes, Niall will be featured in the next chapter too!

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