827. Ravenclaw house does a book share every year. Returning students bring their favorites (magical or muggle) and put them on the empty shelves. Throughout the year, all the books are up for grabs. After reading, you write your name on the inside cover on a piece of paper so you know who else in the house has read it and you can discuss with friends or meet new people who read the same book. At the end of the year, you take the ones you want for the holiday or take yours back home with you.
Summary: Liam and the
reader meet for the first time
Note: part of the
Meeting Him Series
Life is filled with
things we don’t want to do, whether it’s picking up after the dog when it takes
a dump in the front yard of the neighbor’s house or carting a little brother
around because Mom bribed you with a new video game. In my case, it was the
It wasn’t really fair, but at the
same time, it was. Mom had waited until the summer to move to Beacon Hills, had
done the unpacking, the cooking, and the cleaning… all I had done was hook up
the Xbox in our new house and sat on my ass, thumbs darting over the controller.
So when she came to me with a weary look on her face, I caved.
“Zachary, let’s go!” I called from
the front hallway. Every Monday and Wednesday, Zac had lacrosse lessons from
the Beacon Hills High School lacrosse team. It was a program put together by
the school to encourage young athletes and teach kids how to play the game. Usually
Mom took him, but I could tell she was tired- she was up most of the night
talking to her lawyer about her and Dad’s divorce- so it was my responsibility
to take him. And we were already ten minutes late. “Zac!” I yelled one more
time, unlocking the front door.
The pitter-patter of my five year
old brother’s feet smacked across the hard wood floors. “Y/N, I need help.” Zac
pouted his lower lip as he showed me his jumbled shoelaces. Sighing, I squatted
to help him tie his cleats.
“There ya go, Bub. Now let’s go. We’re
late.” I scooped him up and propped him on my hip, hollering a “Bye, love you
Mom” over my shoulder before locking the house. Zachary giggled as I buckled
him into his booster seat, reaching out to touch my hair. I swatted his hand
gently. “Knock it off, Bubba.”
As soon as I started the car, Zac
squealed, “Danger Zone! Danger Zone!” I rolled my eyes and sighed. Still, I
complied, popping in the Top Gun soundtrack.
Lately airplanes and the Navy’s Fighter Weapons School had been his obsessions-
besides Lilo and Stitch, of course. When he began to sing along, I glanced back
at him to confirm a suspicion of mine. Ever since Mom started to let him dress
himself, Zachary only wanted to wear his “Stitch” shirt. It was so worn that it
had a hole in the shoulder and the left armpit. Still, it was all he wanted to
“Bubbie, has that shirt been washed?
You wore it yesterday… and the day before that…”
In a perfect imitation of Stitch’s
voice, Zac cried, “Stitch doesn’t take baths!”
“But Stitch stinks!” I giggled.
Zac crossed his arms. “Lilo likes
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Where’s
Zachary appeared thunderstruck. “We’re
going to see Lilo right now!” I furrowed
my eyebrows. What was that crazy kid talking about? Before I could question him
any further, the song ended, prompting him to chant, “Again! Again!”
We ended up arriving twenty minutes
late. Awesome. Mom will most definitely not
As soon as I set Zachary on the
ground, he took off running. “Wait, Zac!” I yelled, chasing after him. He wasn’t
listening though. His little legs charged for the open gate, passing through
without slowing, and disappeared from sight. Heart pounding, I followed his
path to find myself standing before a green field filled with little kids.
Great. How am I going to find him now?
The sound of my little brother
yelling, “Lilo! Lilo!” had my head spinning. Finally, I spotted him in front of
the bleachers, running to meet… an actual person? Lilo is real?
“Hey, buddy!” I heard the boy greet
him as he approached. Zachary threw his arms around the dude. From a distance,
they could probably be mistaken for brothers: both of them had dirty blond hair
and giddy blue eyes. I quickened my pace.
“I’m late. Y/N said that I’m late.
Were you waiting for me?”
The boy smiled. “I was. It’s okay
that you’re late; everyone is late sometimes. Are you ready to play?” That’s
when I cleared my throat, almost instantly feeling like a jackass when ‘Lilo’
looked up at me. Damn, he’s cute.
“Sorry. Zac, you know better than to
run off like that.” I tried to scold my younger brother, but it was hard to
when I could feel ‘Lilo’- who happened to be extremely attractive- staring at
Zachary’s small shoulders drooped. “I’m
“It’s okay Bub. Just don’t do it
again, okay? I’m too out of shape to be running after you. Especially in the
summer. It’s too hot.” Inwardly I cringed. Great job, Y/N. Way to embarrass
yourself in front of a super cute guy.
“You’re…” My head jerked to look at ‘Lilo’.
I probably did it too fast and looked like a total weirdo, ‘cause his eyes were
wide and his pink lips almost gaping.
“Y/N, yeah. Zac’s my little brother.
You’re… Lilo?” Gosh, why am I so awkward?
To my surprise, he laughed. “Um, no,
actually. My name’s Liam. Zac calls me Lilo, though. I, um… it’s nice to see
you… I mean, meet you. How come I haven’t seen you here before?”
“I have no life outside my Xbox.” I deadpanned
and then felt like a total doofus. Liam didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he
smiled, “You play Xbox?”
As embarrassing as it was, I could
feel my heartbeat rising. “Yeah, I do. I’m guessing you play?” My hand came up
to awkwardly scratch the back of my neck. Liam nodded, smiling even wider. We
gazed at each other for a few seconds before Zachary impatiently sighed.
“Lilo! Let’s play!” Zac’s small hand
grabbed Liam’s larger one, pulling him to his feet and onto the field. I
watched them go, blushing when Liam glanced back at me with a smile. Crap, he’s
cute. Looks like my next few Mondays and Wednesdays are booked.
The woman shuffled around the grocery store garbed in a large sweatshirt, black joggers sweatpants and a pair of house slippers. Cat pushed her cart through the aisles sluggishly and rose a hand to grab a jumbo can of coffee grounds while the other pulled the hood of the sweater over her head. She was nursing a raging hangover and was in search of a cure.
And then the unimaginable: her cart crashed into another. The sound of clashing metal broke through the air and brought fourth a groan. Cat’s eyes shut tightly against the throbbing migraine which flared at the auditory beating it had just taken before she would finally look up at the other patron irritably.