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(11) Kiss Me

(11) Kiss Me

"Here, lemme help."

I gasped and felt reality stab me in the chest, pulling in a large dose of air. I quickly retracted my arms when I felt Liam come closer and I stepped aside. I didn't want my mind's otherworldly imaginations to happen in real life. At least I forced myself not to want them.

Really, Niall? Daydreaming? That is so low. I quietly scolded myself as Liam effortlessly retrieved the oil. He gave it to me with a snicker.

"You're such a tiny leprechaun." I rolled my eyes and tried to grab the oil in his hands, but of course, being the ever-so charming Brit that he is, he hid it behind his back. "Uh-uh. Say thank you first."

"Seriously?" I asked, getting more and more annoyed by the second. "You're an extreme git.”

"A sexy git, now say thank you." He smirked at me, and I wanted nothing more than to bite that damned smirk away. Did I say 'bite'?

"Thank you," I said with a touch of sarcasm.

"That's better." He gave me an annoying pleased look before handing me the oil. Our hands brushed, and I didn't miss the momentary skipping of my heart at the sudden contact. I didn't think much of it. I'm insane, remember? Liam sat down withour further actions, and resumed eating silently.

And I thought, I just thought, maybe he felt it too.

-*-*-*-

After breakfast, we were again seated on the damn couch, both of us on opposite sides of it. Even though he was no less than four feet away from me, I couldn't help but feel we were fifty miles apart, and an inch close. It was a weird feeling, like we were so far away and so close at the same time. But then again I'm crazy.

The show was boring as heck, and I had no idea how Liam was standing the boredom. Did he do this often? I wasn't sure. I mean, in the outside world, he partied like the rich kid that he was, went to every club in the town, but I never really thought of him which being a hard-core partier. Maybe he was just dragged by his friends, and he was forced to get along with it so as to not disappoint them. Maybe he enjoyed solitude which I think was probably why he was even in this mall. I couldn't help but feel I was intruding.

But oh well.

"Hey," he spoke aloud, piercing the silence that would've been obscene if it weren't for the tv's noises. I turned to look at him, raising a brow. "Do you want to go grocery shopping?”

"Grocery?" Grocery, in an empty mall? I think he means stealing, but I don't know. He does technically own everything here.

He nodded. "Our food supply is running out, mainly because you keep eating them every five minutes or so."

"You don't feed me right!" I argued. "And don't even get on about me getting fat."

"But you already are." He smirked,and I huffed.

"Am not." I looked at my slim arms and hands, and showed it to him. "See?"

He chuckled. "The point is, we need to grocery shop. I'll just go by myself since you--"

"No, no, no. I'll go." I wasn't about to get stuck here and do nothing but watch extremely boring sleep-inducing tv shows.

"Actually, now that I think of it, you can't, with your broken leg and all." Then why ask me in the first place? Seriously.

"Which, by the way, is entirely your fault!" I fought.

"And how's it my fault?" he asked, raising a brow.