FIFTEEN

LIAM

I hear the front door open downstairs and slowly start to wake up from my dream. There's a warm soft body curled up in my arms and everything that happened last night comes back to me. Delilah is still here lying in my arms, head nuzzled between my chest and my neck. Then I remember that someone is in my house.

"Liam, are you up honey? We're home early, I thought I could make you breakfast. Oh my." My mom opens my door, which I didn't think I needed to lock, since no one else was supposed to be home this week.

I pull the blanket up over Delilah as she wakes up looking confused and embarrassed. My mom being the nosy person that she is, decides to come in instead of closing the door like any normal mortified parent would.

"Liam, I thought we talked about this. Just because you're in a band doesn't mean you need to be a man whore. I thought you were going to straighten up. Who's this with you? What about Delilah? I thought you were going to try to make things work with her?"

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