OKAY, SO THIS IS A REALLY, REALLY SHORT CHAPTER. I KNOW I HAVEN'T UDATED IN LITERALLY FOREVER SO THIS IS KIND OF AN APOLOGY FILLER. THE REAL CHAPTER WILL BE UP SOON. SORRY I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING IN SO LONG, I'VE HAD GCSE'S AND EXAMS AND THIGS SO HAVE REALLY HAD NO TIME. REALLY SORRY XX

P.S. I KNOW THIS IS REALLY BAD, I JUST FELT REALLY GUILTY ABOUT NOT UPDATING, SO... HERE YOU GO.

Annie's POV

"No. I am telling you now, I am not going to watch that."

Liam, being the annoying ass that he was, completely ignored me, only placing the remote further across the sofa so I couldn't reach it and leaning back in the sofa, proving the point that we were in fact going to watch it.

"Liam. Do you want me to throw up? Because I will. There's a reason why I don't watch things like this." I winced at the sight of some messed up foot that some doctors were about to cut into.

"It's interesting," was his answer.

"Interesting?! Since when do you find paramedics interesting?"

He turned his head, raising a brow as if it was an easy question.

"It's bloods, guts and gore. What guy doesn't like that?" Eww. I crinkled up my nose in disgust.

"You are seriously disgusting."

"You love me anyway," was his reply as he turned back to the television.

I froze. Did he know? How would he have found out? Shoot. Did I say something stupid last night when I was drunk? Or... Was I completely over reacting? You love me anyway. People say that all the time, right?

"Annie?" I jumped ten foot in the air at the unexpected voice and turned to Liam with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?" He looked concerned. Crap, I probably looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. What was I supposed to do?

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you kind of froze for a second there." Think Annie. Think.

"I told you. I hate these kind of shows." He rolled his eyes, back to normal. I tried to hide my sigh of relief.

"You are such a girl," he mumbled as he began flicking through the channels

"I'm glad you noticed, I'd be a bit worried if you'd thought I was a guy." He laughed and I couldn't deny the butterflies that decided to start World War III in my stomach.

"Annie, you're such a weirdo." I smiled, complimented by the insult.

"You love me anyway," I copied.

He smiled slightly, still facing forwards towards the TV.

"Yeah. I do," he mumbled and I wasn't sure if I was meant to hear it or not.