All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Avery's POVNeither of us moved when the doorbell rang.My mum's hands were still wrapped around her mug. She looked at the hallway and then back at me.The bell rang again.I stood up. I walked down the hallway and put my hand on the door handle and held it there for one second before I opened it.Jade was on the step with her laptop bag over one shoulder and the expression she wore when she had something important to tell me."Why didn't you just open the door and come in?" I asked, surprised to see her again. It was very unusual for Jade to knock."I tried the handle and the door was locked. I guess you locked it as soon as you got in.""Oh." I paused. "I guess I did. Is there something you need?""I found something," she said. "I would have texted but I thought you would want to see it in person rather than hear about it."The relief that went through me was quiet and immediate. It was Jade. It was only Jade. I had not known until that moment how much I had been bracing myself to

Avery's POVI looked at the laptop screen carefully, and it was a picture, another picture. It was a company event photograph.The picture was dated eight years ago and the resolution was low, the kind of image that got posted to a firm's social media page at the end of an evening and never taken down because nobody thought to. The room was full of people in business clothes holding glasses. Some of them were looking at the camera and some were not, the way people stood at events like that when they were not quite sure whether they were being photographed.I leaned in.In the background, standing close to a man I recognised as Carter Harrington and holding a glass with a smile on his face that I had never once seen from him in two years, was Dean. He was younger and noticeably thinner than the version I knew, but it was him."That is him," I said."Yes," Jade said."That is Dean.""Yes."“And Carter. Together.”I looked at Carter. His jaw was the same, his posture was the same, and he

Avery's POVI had been off the stage for about three seconds when I saw him.The first thing I thought was “of course.”The second thing I thought was that I had no idea how long he had been sitting there, which meant I had no idea how much of the set he had seen, and the not knowing was worse than the knowing would have been.He was sitting at a table near the back of the room, not at the bar, not in the thick of the crowd. Just at a table, alone, with a glass in front of him that he had not been drinking from. He was looking directly at me.I did not stop walking. I kept my face exactly the same way it was and finished crossing the floor and went through the side door into the short corridor that ran behind the main room. I stood there for a second with my back against the wall and my heart doing something inconvenient in my chest.Liam was here.He had come back.I had told myself for three different days that he was not coming back. That the night we had that fight in the private

Liam's POVI turned around slowly.Jade was still at the table, her hands around her mug, watching me with the kind of patience that said she had been preparing for this conversation for a while. The kitchen felt different from the one I had walked through ten minutes ago. It had the particular quality of a room where something was about to be said."What do you mean by that," I said. "My girlfriend from the club.""I mean the woman you have been going to see." She said it calmly. "I was not sure where you kept disappearing to late at night. You were never drunk when you came in so it was not a bar. You were never dressed up so it was not a party." She paused. "I was worried.""Worried about what."She looked at me. "I did not know. That is the point. You never said anything and you would come in at very odd hours, one in the morning sometimes, and just go straight to bed. I thought maybe you were getting yourself into something you should not be in. Maybe you were part of a gang or s

Liam's POVI packed my things slowly. I stacked my notes into a neat pile, capped my pen, and zipped my bag the way I always did, taking my time, not hurrying for anyone. I did not need to look up to know she was there. I had clocked her the second she walked into that lecture hall. She sat at the third row from the back and slightly to the left, same wool coat, same way of holding her notebook with both hands like she was afraid someone would take it from her. I had spent two years memorising the way Zoey Banks sat in rooms, and apparently that was not the kind of thing you just switched off and forgot about.I stood up, pulled my bag strap onto my shoulder, and walked toward the door without looking at her once. I kept my eyes straight ahead and my pace even. I was not going to give her the satisfaction of acknowledgement, not even a glance. I was nearly at the door when the girl two seats over dropped her folder and papers scattered across the floor and I had to step around them, a