Page 54 of Falling For Liam
“Done,” he says with a wide smile as he pulls me to him and wraps me in a bear hug. I think it’s more for me than it is him. The comfort of it has me fighting a giant lump in my throat. “He’ll be back soon,” he whispers in my ear before pulling away.
Every morning, I listen to him on the radio and pray that he’s going to come and find me after, but every day I’m disappointed.
I don’t start my job for another two weeks, and without him I feel like I’m losing my mind. Nicole’s tried to keep me company but she’s got her own life to be getting on with. BJ’s been home, but usually he has company of the female variety to hold his attention. I’m starting to wonder if I should have taken my parents’ offer of going back with them, because right now, this place I thought was my solace is making me miserable.
“It’s free-for-all Friday, or whatever it’s called,” BJ says suddenly, confusing the fuck out of me. He takes pity on me as I stare at him blankly. “On the radio. You can request a song.”
“Oh, right, that.”
“Just saying,” he says with a shrug. “It worked last time.”
He has a point, but talking to Liam through a random song is the last thing I really want to be doing. I just want the chance to talk to him like a normal person.
“So what’re the plans for your big day?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation away from me.
“Strip club, obviously!” BJ rolls his eyes like I shouldn’t have even had to ask.
“Of course. Silly me. So, you’re going to be gone all night, then?”
“And all morning, I hope.” I groan. “You’ve got the house to yourself. Go crazy. Run around naked or whatever it is chicks do when guys aren’t around.”
“Uh…not that,” I mutter, but I’m grateful they’re not partying here tonight. A houseful of drunk guys and even drunker girls is not my idea of fun. “Have a good night, though.”
“Oh, we will.”
BJ disappears after getting himself a coffee, and I once again find myself alone with just Liam’s voice to keep me company.
I stand, leaning against the counter with my coffee warming my hands, thinking about BJ’s comment about Liam’s free-for-all Friday playlist.
I grab my phone before I think too much more about it and search for a song, but I’m not like him. Music doesn’t talk to me in the same way as it does him. He spends all his time listening to songs and figuring out their lyrics, understanding their meanings.
It’s not long before I feel utterly useless. Music isn’t really my thing. Yeah, I know the words to plenty of songs, but they don’t really go in. I don’t remember lyrics like he does to just pick one to tell him everything I want it to.
After spending way too long listening to songs I’ve never heard of, trying to find just the right one, I give up and go back to my first option. I Google the number for the station before I change my mind, then I give Liam’s producer my request and the reason for it.
And then I wait.
And wait.
I’m a nervous wreck each time a song comes to an end, thinking he might play mine next, but as his show nears its end I can only assume mine was one of the requests they never got to.
That is, until ten minutes before the end. I’m just about to get up and shower when his words stop me.
“Our next request comes from…Olivia,” he stutters, and I can picture him reading the rest of my request. “She’s hoping to spend the weekend making up with her boyfriend.” After clearing his throat and making some comment about him being a lucky guy, he hits play on my song. Justin Beiber’s ‘Sorry’. It might not have the deepest lyrics, but it pretty much said everything I needed it to. Nerves knot my stomach as I consider what he might think of my choice and I start second-guessing my actions. Bloody BJ and his stupid idea.
“Last one for today then, and it’s my choice. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend. I’ll be back to get you ready to start your working week on Monday morning.”
My heart threatens to pound out of my chest as I wait for his song choice to start. I recognise Philip George’s ‘Alone No More’ immediately, and to start with I think it’s a bit of a weird choice. That is, until he starts singing about being in love. Then, my knees buckle and I find myself on the sofa.
Did he choose this to tell me…Is this a coincidence and his choice has nothing to do with me? Or is he really trying to…
My heart races as I try not to allow it to run away with me. It could just be a random song choice. It could have nothing to do with me at all. I’m probably just thinking too much into it.
I’m still staring at the wall, lost in my thoughts, when BJ comes back down some time later. He’s freshly showered and ready to hit the town, even though it’s not even 11am yet.
“Well, that went well.”
“W…what?”
