When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

59; Sunday mornings, shopping, and bathroom talks

Violet

"Morning beautiful. Wake up."

I stir awake and find Liam hovering above me holding a tray of about a dozen plates. He's dressed in a freshly pressed sweater with his shirt collar sticking out over the top and his hair is perfectly styled as it always is, even for ...

"Seven thirty?" I cry, checking the clock on the bedside table. "Liam, it's Sunday."

"There's no better time to start the day than early. Here. I made you breakfast." He smiles as he places the tray softly on my lap. There's a bunch of handpicked flowers in a small vase to the side and a note card reading For the most beautiful girl in the world.

I force a half, very sleepy,  smile and rub my eyes. "Wow, you shouldn't have." I study the menu, there's probably every breakfast food on here. Pancakes, waffles, fruit salad, toast with bacon and eggs, a glass of juice and a smoothie. "I can't eat all of this."

"No worries. Just eat what you can. We have somewhere to be anyway."

I look up at him. "We do?"

He gives me a goofy smile. "We have Christmas shopping to do. Don't tell you've forgotten. You must have hit your head pretty hard last night." He reaches up and presses his palm to my forehead. "Jesus, you're steaming hot-"

I push his hand away, sighing a little. "I didn't forget, I just ... do we have to go so early?"

"Well, of course. You know how the rush gets. I don't want to be caught up in the crowds." He gets off the bed and opens up the curtains, sending a very harsh beam of light straight into my eyes. "Also, we have plans for the afternoon." He turns back to me, either ignoring or not noticing my discomfort at the sudden sunlight. "Do you remember Anna and Stephen?"

"No, I don't think so?"

"You've met them before. They're old family friends of ours, lovely people. They're coming over this afternoon and we're having a sort of dinner party. I think they're bringing a few of their friends. I think Russell said he was coming. Do you remember him?"

I literally do not know any of these people, and I'd kind of wish Liam stopped acting like I did. I shake my head, struggling to process all of this information at seven fucking thirty on a Sunday morning. "What? A dinner party? Liam, why are you only telling me this now?"

He furrows his eyebrows together. "I didn't think it needed a notice weeks in advance. It's just a simple dinner, what's the big deal?"

"It's not though is it?" I cry. "A simple dinner is mac and cheese on the couch. This is not a simple dinner, Liam. Because I'm going to have to wear something that's to everyone's standards and I'm going to have to say things that are meant to be said and I just would have liked it if you had given me some time to prepare!"

He looks somewhat shocked at my outburst, like he wasn't expecting it at all. He was expecting me to just be totally fine with being woken up at seven thirty and told this news. "What are you talking about, love?" He moves and grabs my hand. "You don't have to impress anyone. You're perfectly fine just the way you are and that's why I love you." He smiles and kisses my knuckles.

I sigh a little because he doesn't get it. He just doesn't get it. Because it doesn't make one single difference what he says to me, it will not change how I feel about myself when I'm around him. I've never felt so out of place before and the feeling is only intensifying as the days go on. And that's quite a strange feeling, because this is where I'm meant to be, and this is the life that has been set up for me, so why do I feel as though I don't belong? What else do I belong to? Who am I meant to actually be?