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One Chance (Part 1)(28)



Haley

“Damn girl you’re drunk,” Hanna says all giggly.

“Thanks, like I didn’t already know,” I slur, “I just need to sit,” I say as I plop down on the oversized chair that’s downstairs.

“Alright, I’ll be back, I’m going to see what’s going on upstairs.

“Okayyy, I’ll just be here,” I continue to slur. I know it’s getting closer to midnight, but I haven’t seen a freaking clock to know. Thankfully, downstairs isn’t busy; there are only about five people down here right now. I’m thankful for the peace and quiet for a change.

After what feels like forever, I decide it’s probably best if I go lay down. I head up the stairs to the main floor, hoping I can make it up the next flight of stairs that lead to the spare room I’m staying in tonight.

“Heyyy,” Liam slurs, guess I’m not the only one drunk tonight.

“Heyyy yourself.”

“What are you doing?”

“Going to lie down for a few minutes.”

“Do you feel sick?” he says quickly.

“No,” I say as I go to move and trip over my own foot, causing Liam to reach out and catch me. Not sure how he’s capable of that in his state, but I’m grateful, “Thanks,” I say as I balance myself.

“Not a problem. I’ll help you,” he says as he places an arm around my shoulders to steady me.

“You don’t have to, I think I can manage.”

“Sure you can, you just proved that,” he says with a smirk.

“Ugh, fine,” I say as we head towards the stairs.

“I’m drunk.”

“Me too,” I say laughing at him for his sudden admission.

“You aren’t nice.”

“What me? Of course I am,” I say still laughing at him as we make our way up the stairs.

“No you aren’t.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk,” I say lying.

“You don’t like me in a drunken state?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, so you do like me huh Hails?”

“Of course, what’s not to like?”

“Very true, that was an excellent answer,” he says as he pulls me into his side as we head down the hall to the spare room.

I push open the bedroom door to find it empty thank goodness. “Aww that looks comfy,” I say as I head towards the bed.

“It sure does, mind if I lie down for a few minutes?”

“Sure go ahead,” I say as I plop down on the right side, Liam on the left. I see the television remote on the nightstand and grab it to turn on the television.

“What are you doing?” Liam asks looking over at me confused.

“It’s not even midnight yet,” I say as I flip through the channels.

“Girls,” he says shaking his head.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No tell me.”

“You seriously did want someone to make out with you tonight, didn’t you?”

“Well, I wasn’t opposed to it. It’s all in good fun, so it’s not like it really matters.”

“Wow, I never took you for that type of girl.”

“What type of girl?”

“The one to make out with random people.”

“Not random people, it would be someone I know,” I say matter of fact.

“Why not random people?”

“Because I’d rather make out with people I know.”

“Shit,” Liam grunts.

“What’s wrong?” I ask glancing at him.

“This didn’t happen,” he says quickly before his lips lock onto mine. I can’t help but open just a little wanting more. Liam takes full advantage pushing his tongue into my mouth our tongues exploring one another. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn hot and heavy. I try pushing his shirt up out of my way, but being drunk doesn’t make it easy.

“More,” I moan in between kisses. His hands go under my shirt and he starts to caress my breasts. As we move, Liam is positioned between my thighs allowing me to feel his erection. I pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. He pushes my shirt up revealing my light pink bra; it takes little time for him to unhook the front snap revealing myself to him.

I know it’s not the first time, but he doesn’t know that.

“You are beautiful,” he says between kisses. He kisses my lips down my jaw line, to my throat, until he reaches my hard peak. He starts sucking on my right nipple while pulling on the other one. I can’t help when my back arches, wanting him closer. “Oh God,” I moan.

I pull on his hair, wanting him to meet my lips, which he complies. I reach down to unhook his jeans and he grabs my hands, “Fuck,” he mumbles.