All It Took Was One Look - S01 E15

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All It Took Was One Look - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

pic of eric dane as liam's dad

Aiden

I woke with a raging headache from hell. I need some aspirin, STAT! I sat up and looked around.

My eyes took in my surroundings as I moved the covers from me and slid out of the bed.

'This isn't my room.' I thought as I stared at the almost bare area. There were two dressers, no T.V, no personal belongings, just the bare essentials and a fluffy white rug on the floor.

Oh right, I was at Liam's, wow that felt weird to say. Who knew I would be sleeping at Liam's, in his bed even.

Speaking of Liam, where is he?

"You're up" startled I spun around and saw Liam closing the bathroom door. He had a towel rubbing his wet hair dry and another around his waist. My eyes traveled down his body and what a body it was. There were droplets of water running down his tan chiseled chest falling across his delicious six pack abs. I watched his biceps contract as he dried his hair and I could promise you that I was drooling. I heard his clear his throat with a smirk on his face. Blushing I looked away quickly.

"Yeah" I finally answered.

"You might want to wipe your mouth there, would you like to borrow a towel? Which one?" He teased me with a smug smirk on his face. I scowled at him and walked past him rudely bumping him in the process.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I mumbled. He chuckled as I stormed into the bathroom.

"You can take a shower I'll bring in some cloths for you" he said. Closing the bathroom door I turned the water on. While I waited for it to warm up I turned toward the mirror and nearly having a heart attack. I look horrible! I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin was sickly pale. My bottom lip was split open and bruised. I touched it with my tongue and winced from the sting.

There was a quick knocked at the door, opening it Liam handed me a black shirt with gray pajama bottoms.

"I would give you a pair of pants but I don't think they would fit and I brought you my towel" he winked at me. Nodding with a small smile since it would hurt if it was any bigger and I took them.

"Thanks" and closed the door. I pulled my shirt off gingerly but grunted with the effort anyway. My ribs were in pain, my whole body was screaming in agony. I looked in the mirror again eyeing my bruised torso and arms from the beating Brent gave me. I didn't want to do back there; I didn't want to see his face. But were else was I supposed to go, shaking my head I stripped the rest of my clothes and hopped in the shower.

I stayed under the spray of hot water longer than I had to but it was soothing on my back and was doing magic to my sore muscles.

Sighing I reluctantly got out and dried myself off keeping my gaze from the mirror this time. I shrugged on Liam's clothes and began to panic. He gave me a short sleeve shirt that was showing off all the bruises on my arms. CRAP! What do I do now? I franticly looked around the bathroom trying to find something to cover them up. Then I spotted a bathrobe, grabbing it I threw it on and picked up my dirty clothes and took a deep breath.

Liam was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I walked out; he got up and grabbed my clothes.

"Here let me wash these" he said before he frowned at me. "Why are you wearing my robe?" He asked. I racked my brain trying to think of a quick excuse.

"I was cold" I blurted.

"Well I can turn the heater up" I shook my head.

"No its fine, I don't want you running up your bill for me" he just laughed.