Chapter 13

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*You were the first one I loved, you were the first one I lost.*

-This Is The First Thing by You Me at Six

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Here you go guys, 'cause... Well, why not?

DELILAH

9 Years Ago...

My best friend Ana nudged me with her elbow for the thousandth time. The weather at Myrtle Beach this time of the year was lovely. To take advantage of it, we spent our weekends at the beach, enjoying the warm sun. Except today, she'd been been bothering me with some guys that were out playing volleyball with a group of their friends. 

I'd seen them around school already. They were the popular ones and most of them were the definition of man whores. Well, all of them but one. He always stood out to me. I didn't know his name as he was the one that kept more to himself despite always hanging out with the jocks and his best friend being Christopher Weston. 

"He's looking at you again," Ana said.

"No he isn't," I muttered.

I was confident in my own skin, but I knew he was out of my league. I raised my face, looking over to where the group were playing and sure enough, he was looking my way. Very easily he could have been looking at Ana, though. 

My mom and dad arrived with the drinks they had and sat down next to us. Even then, the boy didn't remove his eyes from where we were and when I saw him nodding towards us to Christopher, I felt myself get nervous. 

That was nothing compared to when I saw him running towards us. 

Shirtless and looking fabulously sculpted.

"You two know that boy?" My dad asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yes," Ana nodded eagerly. "He goes to our school."

His eyes met mine as he ran, and a smile spread on his lips. "Hey," he said, greeting us and my parents. "Delilah and Ana, right?"

"You know our names?" Ana blurted out. 

He gave a low chuckle and nodded. "Sir, ma'am," he said to my parents. "Can the girls join us for the game of volleyball? My team sucks."

My mom laughed. "Of course they can."

"By the way, I'm Liam Anderson," he said extending his hand to my parents. My mom took his hand and my dad did the same, though I could tell he shook his hand a little more harshly. 

Ana pulled me up off my ass, and I glared at her. Liam made small conversation as we walked to his group of friends and as relaxed as he was, I found it hard to feel the same way.

That boy was gorgeous.

Usually people are entranced by blue eyes, but he had the purest brown eyes I'd ever seen and they spoke volumes. 

Ana clicked with the group immediately, leaving me by myself for most of the game. I stood awkwardly to the side, hoping the game would be over fast. 

I was deep in thought, like, deep, deep in thought when I was brought out of it in the cruelest of ways.

The ball hit me straight in the face, leaving a stinging sensation and for sure, and embarrassing red mark. 

"Oh shit," I heard a deep voice behind me. "Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes and after a few times blinking, my eyes were able to focus Liam's face. He looked concerned, but even then, I could tell he was suppressing a smile. 

"Just laugh already," I muttered. 

"I guess that's the reason you don't play sports," he chuckled, taking my arm in his hand and guiding me away from the crowd. "Let's get away from there before they hit you again."

"I'm fine," I mumbled. 

Embarrassed, but fine. 

"I've seen you around school a lot," he said, taking out a water bottle from a cooler. I opened it and he looked at me confused. "I think it's better that you put it on your face. I bet it stings like a bitch."

I glared at him and his lips tilted up in a teasing smile. "Your dad is staring at us by the way," he said. 

I rolled my eyes. "You know dads."

"Dad's with pretty daughters," he winked. I gaped at him, unsure as far as what to say. I didn't have to think much. He broke the silence pretty quickly. "So, there's this party next weekend. You wanna come?"

"I don't know any of the people you hang out with," was my pathetic response.

"No, you don't," he said, taking a lock of my hair and placing it behind my ear. "But you know me... and I'd like to know you."

By the time the next weekend arrived I had chosen the summer dress I was going to wear as I had my shoes and my make up. I let my hair down in lose waves and when I was satisfied, I went downstairs.

To my surprise, Liam was already downstairs talking to my dad out of all people as if they were best friends. He stood up when he saw me, the black shirt he wore and jeans making him look much more handsome than I ever thought he could. 

He walked up to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. "You look beautiful," he murmured. 

"Take care of my girl," I heard my dad say, breaking the moment. Liam nodded and we walked out. Like a perfect gentleman, he opened the door for me and waited for me settle inside before taking his own seat.

Like any other party, there was drinking and kissing (from other couples) and dancing. It was fun and I enjoyed talking to other people that turned out to be very nice. Around midnight though, Liam surprised me by dragging me out of the party. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, feeling warm and fuzzy inside when he took my hand in his.

"Lets go to the pier," he said. "I think the party is dulling up anyways."

I didn't reply and we took off. The advantage of the party's location was that it was only a short distance from the beach. 

"I still don't believe you're not talking to half the girls in school," I teased.

"Really? How many girls have you seen me around?"

"True," I muttered. I never really saw him with anyone, except for a few months ago. "Are you ready to graduate?"

"I am," he smiled. "You'll be a senior next year, won't you?"

I nodded, stopping to take off my shoes. He arched a perfect eyebrow. "I don't understand why you women put yourselves through wearing heels. It looks like hell."

"It is. But hey, beauty has a price doesn't it?"

Liam shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. The sun was beginning to set and it looked beautiful.

"So, what's your rule on first dates?" Liam asked after a moment.

"First dates?" 

"This is what this is, isn't it?"

"You never said this was a date," I said, feeling myself flush at the thought of being on a date with this guy.

He shrugged. "Maybe the party wasn't but this right here feels like out of a movie. We're out walking by the pier and the stars are shining, all we're missing is the kiss."

Kiss? I can't kiss him! I've never kissed anyone. 

'That's why you should,' a voice in my head says. 'You know you want to.'

"Are you always this smooth?" I asked him when he walked up to me. 

"Never," he whispered, his brown eyes piercing right through me. He tilted my chin up, and a small smile formed on his lips before placing them over my own in the sweetest of ways. 

My eyes didn't close and when he opened his, Liam noticed it.

"What's wrong?" 

"I-I don't know how to do this," I said, biting my lip nervously.

I saw the way his eyes darkened. Was that good?

Instead of speaking, he brought my hands to his neck and his to my waist. "Close your eyes," he murmured. As nervous as I was, I trusted him. My eyes closed, unsure as to what he was going to do. Soon, though, I felt his lips at the tip of my nose. I smiled, feeling butterflies at the gentle gesture. Then they went to my cheeks, until his lips were near mine.

Somehow, I knew to look for his mouth, and I turned ever so slightly, kissing him. His hands tightened on my waist but I didn't mind. Our lips began moving together as if we'd done this for a long time. The nerves disappeared, letting something else that I couldn't describe flourish. 

I would have died happy in that moment because while other girls kissed for the first time out of peer pressure, the boy kissing me was making me feel special, beautiful. I felt perfect in his arms, like I was exactly where I belonged.

And when our eyes opened once again, I knew he felt the same way.

8 Years Ago...

I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands. We used protection, how the hell did this happen? How were we going to make it through this? My senior year in high school and pregnant. And Liam was barely almost done with his first year of college. He worked with his dad at the shop part time but that wouldn't be enough to sustain a family. How was I going to finish high school, much less go to college?

I set down the test on the counter, waiting for Liam to arrive. He'd know what to say, he always did. I was so shocked I couldn't even cry or be angry just... confused.

My parents would not take this well. They loved Liam but there was no way they would approve of this. 

"Babe?" I heard Liam call out from downstairs. Good, he was here. 

"Upstairs!" 

I heard his quick footsteps. God, he had no clue the news I had for him. 

"Babe," he said smiling. "I came over as soon as I got your text. What's going on?"

I held up the pregnancy test, showing the result screen to him. Two blue lines dictated our future. 

"Wait... What?" He asked, glancing from the test to me. "You're... pregnant?"

"Apparently," I said, standing up and pacing in front of him. "What are we going to do, Liam? I haven't even finished school. I don't want this. It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

Liam watched me, still too stunned by the results to speak. I would not be able to handle this. I had other plans, other wishes, other dreams and they would all be shattered with a baby in the picture. It wasn't the time... Not yet.

"Hey," he said, placing his hands over my arms. "Baby, we'll be okay."

"How, Liam? I'm seventeen, you're in college, we've got nothing to fall back on, we have nothing."

"We're together, Lilah. Baby, this wasn't the plan I know that but we can make it. You just focus on finishing school, I'll handle the rest."

How could he be so calm about this? This was chaotic, catastrophic. Our lives would change forever and I wasn't ready for that. I was much too young with a life ahead of me.

"Baby, look at me," Liam said, cupping my face in his hands. He was so sure, so collected. "I love you, Delilah. We're in this together, okay?" Though his voice was soothing, it did nothing to calm me down. 

"We're having a baby," he smiled.

Yup.

There's a baby on the way and I was no where near being ready.

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I washed my hands after the last customer. It had been a long day and since Liam and I had our little encounter we hadn't spoken. Even then, my mind kept going back to the moments Liam and I had lived together. 

It's as if I was cherishing them for the first time, knowing that they probably wouldn't happen again. Something told me he had to choose me, though. 

For the first time during the day, I checked my phone. Four words were all that were on my screen. Four words that would change everything.

We need to talk.

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A/N: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. 

What did you think of a young Delilah and young Liam? Always the charmer wasn't he?

Next chapter will be decisive. 

Be ready for it!

-Luz<3

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