besides liam

anonymous asked:

If I had the necessary computer skills I would totally make a masterpost entitled 'Louis is loved by all the boys' with relevant multiple images and gifs to correspond because I am convinced that all of the boys were/are in love with Louis and I don't blame them in the least.

Don’t worry, anon, I’ve got you!

Nouis:

He just tears out a chest hair!! And Niall just…lets him!

Here we have two babies!

Niall GUSHING about Louis’s music and supporting him!

“I thought it was a very honest interview. I thought he was brilliant in it. But he knows that none of us every thought that, or think that. He’s an unbelievable guy, a great singer and someone that if…if…y'know, I’d say that we would have lost the plot along the way if we hadn’t had Louis. He was a very very very, extremely vital member of One Direction.” - Niall on the Observer interview.

Louis gently teasing Niall!

I watch your back and you watch mine!!

HE IS LAUGHING BUT THE PAIN IS REAL!!

Someone insulted Niall and Louis gives them the cold stare! No wonder Niall adores Louis!

Look at that body language!

Look at his smile!!

Lilo:

Look how gentle!

Louis teasing Liam and Liam being giggly about it! (BONUS: Harry’s fond face)

HE IS SO HAPPY TO HAVE HIS FACE SMUSHED!

mY FAVOURITE LILO GIF EVER!!!!!!

gentleeee

FIGHTING FOR A SPACE BESIDE LOUIS!!!

Me too Liam!

Another favourite!

Larry:

I mean, do we even have to talk about it, like!

(x x x x x x x x x x )

And finally, because it is a part of their history,

Zouis:

(x x x x)

Let Me Show You Why

Thank you @joeynihil for letting me use the Cody gif :D

Summery: Brett goes out of his way to make you blush or shy but he goes too far.

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut


“Brett’s coming?” You asked when your friend finished listing off the people she’d invited.

“It’s a party to celebrate the team winning all their games so far… why wouldn’t I invite Brett?” She asked, glancing at you in the mirror as she put her makeup on, frowning when she looked over the jeans and t-shirt you were wearing.

“Well… because he’s kind of a jerk.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers as you scuffed your feet on the foot of her bed.

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I forgot to post this yesterday 😰

- Simple Louis Tomlinson lockscreen 🙌🏻

😁REBLOG if u save
😁LIKE if you like it
😁BE HONEST

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I wanna draw more people like that this year.

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Party Games - Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Reader, Lydia Martin

Word Count: 5096

Notes: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Oral (both receiving - 69-ing), Slight Bondage, Orgasm Denial, ‘Toy’ use please don’t try this at home), marking, kinda angsty. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for being my actual angel and giving me encouragement on this and proof reading it because it’s ways different to anything I’ve done before. Also thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @thelittlestkitsune for the incredible help they gave me all the way through, reading and checking it all.


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I was on youtube watching ign’s video on Nakmor Drack and LOOK! This was at the end and I had to pause and screenshot it. I think they’re doing movie night, which is what Liam suggests, but look at Drack! He’s like a tired grandpa! This photo made me smile a ton. (I really hope this is in the game. I mean it should be since it was in ign’s video but you can never be to sure!)

Tell Me How

Characters: Derek x Reader - Scott, Melissa, Liam, Isaac, Peter.

Summary: Melissa introduced you to the world of being a nurse for the Supernatural, it meant getting up close and personal with men of impeccable strength and incredible good looks. Everyone can see you’re totally smitten by Derek Hale, your legs going jelly at the sight of him - Liam convinces you to tell him how you feel.

A/N: Just a little something I cooked up after watching the new episode. It sure is a fluffy puppy.

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Originally posted by stilessderek

“Ms Y/L/N, to the third floor. Ms Y/L/N, to the third floor please.” You groan at the sound of Melissa’s voice over the intercom but you plaster a smile on your face when your elderly patient raises a brow in your direction. You wrap your stethoscope around your shoulders, feeling it drop slightly to the left.

“We’re going to keep you here overnight, Mr. Winchester. It’s just a precaution, everything seems to be going in the direction we want, but the doctor wants to 100% sure. He’ll be in to check on you on the hour.” You place the patient’s file at the end of the bed as he replies with a ‘thank you’ before you’re rushing out of the single hospital room and going straight for the elevator - smiling at passing patients and nurses.

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only told the moon (Liam Dunbar)


based off of this song: https://soundcloud.com/joicy-3/only-told-the-moon-camila-cabello (you don’t have to listen to when reading but it’s highly recommended!) lyrics will be italicized

stay back, stay long, and you move on.

I stress, come close, move on, please don’t.

I took a deep breath looking across the field at Liam and Hayden. They were laughing and talking to each other. I could feel the tears forming behind my eyelids. I used to be that girl in Liam’s life. He had been my best friend since we were little kids.

We did everything together from playing lacrosse to terrorizing Brett Talbot.  I was worried that things would change when Liam got kicked out of Devenford Prep but they didn’t, somehow they got better. Liam and I became closer.

But then one night everything changed. I didn’t hear from him everyday, he didn't bother to visit anymore, slowly I became nothing. I was lucky if Liam managed to look in my direction. It was as if he forgot I even existed. Than I noticed Hayden Romero starting to hang around him.

“heads up.” Brett yelled as a lacrosse ball flew past my face.

Brett jogged over sitting down beside me. He followed my gaze looking at Liam and Hayden now too.

“I’m sorry y/n he doesn’t deserve you.” Brett said squeezing my shoulders.

Not having Liam to terrorize Brett with, it slowly made him grow on me. He invited me to the lacrosse game tonight hoping to get me out of my shell.

“thanks for trying to make me feel better Brett, you’re not too terrible to be around anymore.” I joked lightly punching his shoulder.

But there was nothing anyone could say or do to make me feel better. I’d been keeping a secret.

I was in love with Liam….

It was the first day of freshman year, after a fun filled summer together, that I realized I wanted so much more than just a friendship. I never told him though, and now I was wondering if I should’ve of.

I watched Brett jog back to our team. I got up walking to the girls bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face. I didn’t know if I could spend a whole lacrosse game watching those two. I exited the bathroom bumping into someone. It was as if the universe were out to get me, of course it had to be Liam.

hello, how are you?

how you've been?

lately I wonder how it feels to steal your kiss.

nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well.

and you can read between the lines,

but god I fell.

“Y/n? How are you?” Liam asked shyly looking at me.

“uh I’m doing well, how about you.” I said lying through my teeth.

“uh yeah i’m doing well too.” He said taking a deep breath.

“well you should probably get back to the game.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“yeah uh hey i’ll see you later.” He said turning around and running back out on the field.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It was like we were total strangers. I once knew all of his deepest secrets and he knew mine. We couldn’t even talk to each other now without stuttering.

silence.

too loud.

say it.

not now.

 I felt the tears come knowing that I had fought them for as long as I could. I would go to another one of Brett’s games, just not this one. I grabbed my car keys walking out to my car. I got in resting my head against the steering wheel, letting the tears flow freely. I put the keys in the ignition driving to my house.

 The tears were blocking my vision making it hard to see the oncoming car that had swerved into my lane. Before I had time to react the car hit me head on and everything around me went black.

I woke up with a pounding headache, bright lights blinding me. I looked down at my arm which was connected to an IV tube. Bruises covered my arms and when I felt my head, I had a bandage wrapped around it.

“what happened? I asked no one in particular.

"sweetheart, my name in Melissa McCall, you were in a accident, do you remember anything?” a nurse said putting her hand over my forehead.

It all came back in one big flashback, me crying over Liam, the car swerving into my lane, and then the collision. I shook my head yes gently.

“you’re extremely lucky my dear, you’ll be fine, just bruises and a minor laceration on your head that required a few stitches. It could’ve been a lot worse.” She said handing me a pill.

I looked at her with curiosity.

“for the pain.” She adds giving me a cup of water.

I took the pill sinking back into the warm bed.

“where is she!” I heard a familiar voice scream from the hallway.

Liam ran in looking at me with hurt eyes. I guess there was a part of him that still cared.

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“she’s fine Liam, luckily. Once you’re checked out by Dr. Dunbar he’ll decide if you can go home.” Melissa said placing a comforting grip on my shoulder before leaving me alone with Liam.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, that when I noticed the book in his hands.

“where did you get that?” I choked back tears, staring at my journal in his hands.

“it was laying near your car. I’ve seen you write in it before so I picked it up thinking you’d want it. It was open to a particular page and I sort of read it.” Liam said sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed.

“what page?” I said knowing exactly what was in there.

He opened the book and started reading the page with his name at the top.

“I only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

I told her that I’m scared

that all my thoughts

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I asked her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.

Another love song

will play on the radio

you know.

And I’ll wait for the moon to lean in close

and say..

that he only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

He told me that he’s scared

that all his thoughts,

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I ask her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.”

Liam stopped reading taking a deep breath.

 It was something really personal to me that I’d written about him.

“you were never meant to read that.” I said not able to look him in the eyes.

“I know.” He said looking away from me too.

He was about to say something else when his step-dad walked in the room.

“y/n how are you feeling? You scared me and your parents.” He said looking at my monitor.

“I’m okay Mr. Dunbar.” I lied to a Dunbar for the second time today.

“Liam could you give us a moment.” His step-dad said opening the door and gesturing Liam outside.

Liam looked at me with his hurt eyes again before leaving.

His step-dad gave me a full check up, making sure he was making the right decision in letting me go home.

“now I should keep you for observations but you’ve been through enough today, but you have to promise me if you feel bad you’ll call me.” Dr. Dunbar said shining a flashlight in my eyes.

I shook my head. I was thankful when he cleared me. My mom ran in engulfing me in a hug.

we walked out in the hall to check out but Liam was gone. I tried to listen to her on the way home but my mind was cluttered with thoughts. We pulled in my driveway.

I walked straight to my room going over to my window. when I was stressed or upset, I’d sit on my rooftop and tell my problems to the moon. I climbed out taking my usual spot, but this time I wasn’t alone.

“Liam what are you doing here?” I asked sitting down beside him admiring the view.

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“you were right this is nice.” He said laying down and putting his arms behind his head.

I copied his actions just staring up at the full moon.

“hey moon.” Liam said from beside me.

I looked at him my curiosity peaking.

“I don’t do this very often moon, but I have some secrets too, in fact one of the secrets required me to hurt someone i’d never want to hurt. I had to pretend like I didn’t care to protect her, but I can’t do it anymore moon. I want to tell her everything. I will tell her everything. But moon could you tell her that I’m scared too, cause all of my thoughts look like her too. Also tell her that ignoring her was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Liam said before turning his head to look at me.

I couldn’t help the joyful tears that fell down my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I promise that it’ll all make sense once I tell you my secret.” He said sitting up and looking back at the moon.

I followed his actions again.

“Liam you know you can tell me anything right?” I said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I know, and I will, but not tonight. I just want to enjoy this view and the beautiful girl beside me.” Liam said laying back down pulling me with him.

we lie there for awhile not saying anything. It was a comfortable silence though, the only sounds heard were each others breathing.

“look a shooting star.” I said shooting up and pointing to it.  

“make a wish Dunbar.” I added looking up at him.

“I don’t need too, thanks to the moon, I have everything I could ever need right here.” He said sitting up and looking at me too.

I looked from his eyes to his lips.

lately I wonder how it feels to taste your lips.

Liam leaned over cupping my cheek with his hand. He crashed his lips on mine kissing me with more passion than I thought was possible.

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“wow.” Liam said pulling away and resting his forehead on mine.

“wow.” I repeated.

“we should go inside, it’s getting late.” Liam said grabbing my hands.

I nodded my head agreeing with him. He pulled me up pulling me into his arms. He went through my window but I hesitated for a second.

“thanks moon.” I whispered before climbing in my window.

sooooo my grandma is in the hospital so I haven’t got to post lately. I’M ONLY TWO FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! HOLY CHEESE BALLS! That’s awesome considering I suck lol.

Her | Harry Styles

Listen to: Rewind by Tontario x Lucas Nord

A/N: The first Harry imagine I write and it’s sad, boo. But hey, it’s insanely long! And this is the first time I’ve tried to write their accents (feedback appreciated)! Enjoy! 

Word count: 8000+

Gif not mine!

Originally posted by tmlnsn


My thumb strums across the strings once to check the sound. Still sounds a little wonky. I twist one of the knobs on the head of the guitar to adjust it and try again. A bit better, but it’s still not that desired acoustic sound I’m looking for. Apart from the guitar, Louis random shuffling on the couch is the only noise I hear in the large living room. His tattooed left arm is draped across his face to block out the sun rays that shine through the giant windows as he sleeps the afternoon away. Right beside him is Liam, whose elbow is propped up on the arm of the couch. His brown eyes are locked on his phone as he scrolls through Twitter most likely. The boredom that is written all over his face is taking a toll, too. He looks like he could fall asleep at any moment like Louis.

The lads insisted on just getting together and hanging out for the day at Niall’s place, doing nothing except escape the hustle and bustle of the famous life. Too bad it didn’t work out like that, well for us it did, but not for Niall. Ever since he released his solo single and working on his golf partnership, he’s been busier than ever, always in the studio and interviews. That’s where he is currently, thankfully it’s just a quick meeting with the record label. He said he’d be back anytime now, but that was fifteen minutes ago. Our break is more than halfway over, and I’m glad to see that everyone is enjoying it. Louis with his dad duties, Liam is traveling, I just finished up the movie Dunkirk, and Niall is making his solo music; it’s great to relax once in awhile.

I give my guitar one final strum, and it rings beautifully in my ears. Finally, I think to myself. My fingers expertly pluck the strings, making up the balladic tune as I go. Thankfully these lessons Niall gave me awhile ago are starting to pay off.

“Oh?” Liam interrupts and sits forward in his seat. He flicks his gaze up to me, apologetically. “Sorry Harry, Niall is calling.”

I let out a sarcastic chuckle and turn to sit more comfortably on the coffee table. “Probably t'say he’ll be here in five minutes.” Liam shrugs with a smile and slides his thumb over the screen of his phone, answering the call.

“What’s up Nialler?”

“Sorry, I’m takin’ so long guys, but I promise ya, I’ll be t'ere in five minutes!” He sounds a little chipper. He sure wasn’t like that this morning; He didn’t want to roll out of bed. I give Liam a strange look, and he laughs. “What has you all excited mate?”

“I’ll tell ya when I get home so I can pay attention to t'is traffic. Bye guys!” He hangs up quickly, leaving Liam baffled.

“Okay..? Any guesses on to what it is?”

I purse my lips then look up at the ceiling as if the answer was carved in it. Niall usually gets excited about a lot of things: golf, women, tour, food, babies, so it’s a challenge to narrow it down to only one. If it is only one, I’m not even sure. “Uh, I dunno. Maybe something in tha’ meeting got him all dazzled?” I look back down at my guitar to place my fingers on the appropriate frets and start plucking away again. I still hear Liam pondering then Louis throws out an assumption like he wasn’t even sleeping at all.

“It’s a girl, no doubt.”

“Oh yeah?” Liam says. “What makes you so sure?”

“‘Cause,” Louis removed his arm that shields his eyes, then rubs them to adjust to the light. “We all know Niall is dedicated to whatever he does. So when he said he’d be back around eleven, he meant it.”

“Now s'noon.” I state.

“Exactly, so there’s no way a meeting would run over an extra hour unless someone screwed up. That leaves only one other option..”

He has a point. “Man, he must have been trying really hard to impress her, if it took this long.”

“Hey, first impressions are everything.”

I hear the keys giggle in the door in the foyer, followed by it swinging open quickly and Niall piling in. His new found brown hair is disheveled in the front from the wind, and his scarf and jacket hang loosely on his shoulders. “Guys!” He says as he runs into the living room. “Sorry again, but I met someone t'ere. She’s really amazin’.”

We all raise a brow then look at Louis who smiles cockily. “Oh my gosh,” Niall continues and sits on the other couch behind me. “But she’s a journalist and was t'e one who interviewed me this mornin’. She’s a couple years older than me and is stayin’ in town for a few weeks. Isn’t t'at awesome?!” There’s a twinkle in his blue eyes. Niall really must fancy her.

“You learned all this in an hour?” Liam giggles.

“And a half. I kind of wasn’t payin’ attention in t'e meetin’.” He smiles sheepishly as his face turns red.

“What’s her name?” I ask.

The answer is simple. “(Y/N),” A lovely name, indeed.

“And she’s interested?”

That smile remains, and he nods. “Yeah, I’m actually taking her out t'is Saturday after she finished workin’. I was thinkin’ maybe dinner? You guys have any ideas? I haven’t been out in so long.”

“That’s all you, mate. You know her better than we do. Dinner is excellent.” Liam reassures with a grin.

“Aw, don’t be nervous Niall. We’re all happy for you.” Louis coos. “It’s good to see you dating again, or at least going to. Now we need to get Harry on the train.” He sits up and playfully pushes my arm. I roll my green eyes.

“Come on lads. I’m perfectly happy with the single life.” Even though it does get a little lonely at times. Those times I do wish I had a woman to wake up next to and see her snoozing away, snuggled deep under the covers with her hair spilling all over the pillow. But I’m fine right now, I am. “'Sides I’ve been on dates with Kendall.”

“Ugh,” Louis scoffs, annoyed that I even brought her up. “You two are so back and forth it’s not even worth it Harry.”

“Well I wish you all the luck,” Liam chimes, then stands up and heads over to the PlayStation located on one of the shelves in the entertainment center. He flicks the television on and grabs each of a controller. I set my guitar next to the sofa and take the controller from Louis’ hand. “Now I believe it’s time to do nothing.” I plop down next to Niall.

“Agreed!” Niall says and kicks off his shoes before sinking deep into the sofa.

That was the first time I heard about her.

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Three weeks went by since Niall had his date. He’s taken her out a few more times after that, and I’m surprised that they haven’t put a title on it yet. Maybe he’s still trying to get a read on her. Although, I’m sure he knows what he’s looking for because ever since that first date, she’s the topic of his conversation. The way he rambles on about her makes me feel like I’ve known her for years on end. Is that what a puppy crush is like: having them on your mind every passing second? It sounds exhausting.. and has it been that long since I had one?

Man Harry…

But I’m not bitter, I’m far from it actually. I’ve never heard of someone that can make Niall as happy as she can. The last time I’ve seen him this ecstatic was when we went on tour together a few months ago; so it’s great to see a different side of Niall I haven’t viewed in awhile.

The sun hovers just above the horizon, making the sky a pale shade of orange. Such a rare occurrence in London to see a beautiful sunset like this. From my spot in the kitchen, I hear the front door open every so often as people start filing in for the cookout I’m having. Loud music pounds in the backyard where I see it filled with acquaintances and close friends. Some are by the pool or huddled around the bonfire that took Liam and me twenty minutes to build while Louis “supervised,” with beers in most of their hands, which is exactly what I’m stocking up on in here. Various beers are placed into the cooler, but it’s mostly just Stella and Guinness.

Once it’s significantly full, I place the lid on it and slide it off the countertop, but before I take my first step, I see someone sitting on the arm of my white sofa, smiling shyly. I set the cooler back on the counter and scoot over a few inches to get a better view and man.. do I. Her right hand is covering her mouth as she laughs at something somebody has said while the other holds a tart beer. Her hair is tied up into a messy bun. She’s dressed in a pair of blue skinnies rolled up past the ankle and a large gray sweater. My tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip before biting it. Man, she’s really pretty from afar, but what about.. up close?

I walk out of the kitchen, that cooler the last thing on my mind now. Darting and weaving through the crowd, my heart beat grows with every step. What do I say? Surely, I haven’t met her before because I could never forget a face like that. Maybe that’s what I’ll-

My thoughts are shut off by a hand coming down on her shoulder, that laugh stopping me dead in my tracks. He plants a kiss on her cheek causing her to giggle even more, but when she lightly pecks him on the lips, I have to look away. That’s Niall’s girl, (Y/N). I run a hand through my hair, embarrassed.

Oh no.

I turn on my heel to retreat back into the kitchen, but his voice stops me this time. “Hey, Harry! I finally found ya! C'mere for a sec!” He sounds cheery. I comply and finish making my way over; that’s when my heart stomach does somersaults. She stands up from her place on the couch, Niall’s arm is wrapped around her waist, in his hand is a beer as well. “Harry, t'is is (Y/N).” The atmosphere around me turns into slow motion. It’s exactly like I thought, her beauty is more radiant up close. Her eyes are the shade of (Y/E/C) with little flecks of a darker hue throughout the irises. My own fall down her slender face, taking in each feature of hers: plump lips, long nose, rosy cheeks, and a smile that just… kills me. “(Y/N), t'is is Harry, one of my best friends.”

“Um, hello.” I extend my hand for her to shake and she takes it. They’re soft and small compared to mine. “It’s nice to meet you officially. Niall talks about you all the time." 

"Does he?” She eyes him playfully, his cheeks turning pink. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, too, Harry. You have a lovely home.”

“Thank yeh,” Her hand disappears from my grasp, and I’m begging for it to return… No, Harry stop. She’s Niall’s. Don’t be that guy, my brain screams at me, but my gaze can’t be torn away. “Uh, can I get yeh guys anythin’? I was jus’ bringing mo’ beer outside before-” I laid eyes on your girl, Nialler, the devil inside me echoes. “yeh stopped me.” I finish, tacking on a smile at the end. They both examine their bottles, then shake their heads.

“We’re okay, t'anks though,” Niall says. “See ya outside?” I nod at him and smirk at her before walking back to the kitchen. I let out a big breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. Why am I even acting like this? Obviously, Niall has had other girls around before, super famous ones in fact. What makes (Y/N) so unique? Why does she give me butterflies in the pit of my stomach when I’ve only said a few sentences to her?

It’s a puppy crush, Harry, that demon whispers again.

My lips form a hard line at the dark side of my brain. No way, I’m not that guy who falls for his best friend’s girl. Niall saw her first, and it’s happy currently, besides I-I have Kendall. My lips form a half smile when I see that he’s toying with her fingers that rest by her side as they converse with others. Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink when Niall turns to her with a smile. He’s making her blush uncontrollably, so much that she has to avert her eyes to the ground.

“Where’s that beer, man?” Louis’ hand comes down hard on the counter, making me jump. He cackles and picks up the cooler, the bottles rattling together against one another. “What are you staring at out there..?” He peers out the large opening in the wall, following my gaze. “Who is that Harry?”

Her name tumbles off the tip of my tongue. “Oh, seriously? That’s Niall’s girl? The one he goes on and on about?” I nod, not breaking away for a second. “She’s kind of cute, but seriously mate, stop staring it’s rude.” He chuckles, pushing me with the cooler to force me out of the kitchen.

The rest of the evening consists of big conversation, drinking, swimming, more drinking, singing cheesy songs around the campfire, and drinking. I swear the cooler was gone within the hour of filling it. I had to make two more trips to the kitchen, good thing my tolerance is high, or I’d be napping on the grass like Louis right now. However, I’m not drinking to get drunk, I’m only enjoying it.

Many of the people have left, so it’s just the five of us around the flickering flames. Louis is still passed out, but Liam, Niall, and I still chat each other’s ears off. (Y/N)’s sitting between Niall’s legs, his arms are wrapped around her protectively. She leans back into him, tired eyes have finally shut. That could be you holding her close, Harry. What the hell is my brain doing? “So, uh,” I say, trying to rid these thoughts of betrayal. “How come you guys haven’t put a title on this?”

His voice is small. “Waitin’ for t'e right time.”

Liam raises a brow and takes a sip of his beer. “This isn’t a marriage proposal, Nialler.” I chuckle at the comment. “Just ask her.”

Niall scoffs. “Being the romantic that I am, I want it to be special. A girl like her deserves it, well every girl does, but you know what I mean.” Liam chuckles in response then sips his beer.

“Hey man, quit teasin’ him. I happen to think s'quite lovely.” This makes Liam roll his eyes.

“Thank you, Harry!”

I smirk. “Besides, I may be jumpin’ the gun, but could yeh imagine his marriage proposal if he’s makin’ a big deal about jus’ askin’ her out?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, my stomach tightens. I feel sick now.

“Extravagant!” Liam says. “Damn Nialler, what are you thinkin’? Something crazy like sky-diving? Oh! What about a roller coaster proposal?”

“Interesting..” He mumbles with a grin. “I’m not looking to kill myself lads and who says I’m getting married anytime soon?” We both shrug. “Who knows if she’ll even say yes to the first part..” His expression is now gloomy.

“Oh please,” I retort. “Yeh should have seen the way she was lookin’ at yeh tonight. She had stars in her eyes for you, mate. There’s somethin’ there, I know it.”

“Aw, that’s adorable Hazza.” Liam coops then ruffles my hair. I swat his hand away as his teasing continues.

“Maybe you’re right..” Niall trails off and looks down at her with a smile. His finger tracing lightly across the top of her hand.

My eyes avert to the flickering flames reflecting on what I’ve said. I meant every word, but a pang of emptiness washes over. I want someone to look at me like that, with stars in their eyes. All that love and compassion boiled down into one simple look. I want someone to hold by the fire while we look at the stars and talk about whatever we wanted. I want someone to be there when I walk off the stage and hug me even though I’m sweaty. I want to wake up next to someone I love. I want those stars and that feeling.

But I’m all alone.

* * *

As the days go by, she and I finally got closer; a month later and my heart is happy to call her one of my very good friends, but the pang in my stomach still remains. Niall finally asked her to be his girlfriend a few days after my party. He didn’t go all out like we thought; it was just a simple dinner date, but at the fanciest restaurant in town. Of course, he told me all about it. He walked her up to her door, his hand in hers, smiling uncontrollably. The stars twinkled in the night sky like Christmas lights. He fumbled with his words after he kissed her like she stole his breath away, then he asked her, and he said her face was indescribable. He still can’t believe she said yes, he tells me all the time, probably more times than I can count. He’s thrilled to call her his.. and so am I…

It’s a peaceful afternoon at my house. The only sound heard is the chirping birds and noise from Freddie’s babbling on the floor in front of me. It’s about four in the afternoon, and I was hanging around my house, writing some lyrics in my little notebook. However, I had to cut it short when Louis called and asked if I could watch his son while he attended a meeting. Since we are London, it’s impossible for Briana to look after him all the way from California and Eleanor is out of town. So now I’m just sitting on the fuzzy rug, watching Freddie pick up toys and hand each one to me. I got to say I have quite the collection: rubber duckies and rattles galore. That is until I hear a knock on the door.

“Eh?” Freddie coos and waves his arms, curious about the strange noise he just heard.

“Did you hear that, too, buddy?” I chuckle, and he coos again with a gummy smile. Another knock. “Let’s go investigate!” I pick him up in my arms then head over to the front door. The blue rattle noisily shakes next to my ear. Peering through the peephole, I see a large familiar eye staring me down. A smile plays on my lips when I realize who it belongs to. Unlocking and opening the door, I see her standing in a pair of tight jeans and a sweatshirt that looks too big for her, must be Niall’s. “Hey (Y/N),”

“Hi Hazza,” A big smile appears when she locks eyes with Freddie. “And hello to you handsome, what’s your name?” Freddie offers his rattle, and she takes it, thanking him.

“His name is Freddie. He is pretty handsome though, eh?”

“Absolutely,” His tiny hand reaches out and grabs my nose, making her giggle. “That’s a nose, Freddie.” He chatters and squeezes.

“Ow! Here.” I pry his hand away than offer him my pointer finger; his teeny fingers wrap around it.

“Oh!” She exclaims. “Um, Niall "borrowed” these from you; he’s busy on at the recording studio, and I have a day off so I thought I’d return them.“ Behind her back, she reveals a couple of romantic comedies.

I take them. "Thanks, um. Do you want to come in? If you’re not busy or anything.”

“Thankfully, I’m not.” She walks past me then stops and turns. “Can I hold him? You have your hands full.” I nod and pass him off into her long arms. She taps him on the nose, and his blue eyes blink rapidly like he is in awe of what just happened. When she does it again, she adds a sound effect making him erupt in bubbly giggles. The picture makes those butterflies come alive. I closed the door and follow her into the living room. She admires the foyer that’s just to the right of it. Freddie has his hand wrapped around his rattle that he’s reclaimed and shakes it. “It’s so empty in here, Hazza. Don’t you ever get lonely?”

All the time is what I want to say, but I reply with, “Nah, I have Freddie here with me.” Besides, now that you’re here, I’ve got twice the company. We both sit on the white wrap around couch. Freddie is cuddled up against her chest, still invested with that toy.

“How come you never told me you had kids?”

I give her a wide eyed look. She thought he was mine. “Oh, he’s not mine. I’m just baby sitting. Freddie is Louis’.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’m embarrassed now.” Her cheeks tint a light red.

“Niall never told you about Freddie?” She shakes her head. “Oh well, he’s Louis and Briana’s.” I chuckle at her immediate shyness.

“You are just so good with him, I just assumed that he was yours..”

“Thanks, he does have greenish eyes I guess, his are way prettier though.”

“I think you have lovely eyes, Harry, I’m jealous of them.”

I smile at her compliment then point to the nearly sleeping baby. “You’re good with him, too. You almost knocked him out.” She peers down and giggles. “I’ll grab his blanket, then he’ll be out for sure.” I walk over to his diaper bag and pull out the soft blue blanket. “He usually can’t sleep without it.” I lay it out on the cushion between us then she gently sets Freddie down, already snoozing away. Her pointer finger caresses his little cheek coaxing him into a deeper sleep.

“So what are your plans for today besides delivering films?”

She chuckles softly, “Dunno, probably go over some notes on this new article I’m working on.”

“Workin’ on your day off? I simply won’t stand for it.” I smile when she laughs.

My eyes are fixated on her loving actions. I’m craving that gentle touch from her hand… Or her lips. My gaze trails down to her mouth that’s slightly a gap. It makes me bite my bottom lip. I really want to kiss her. What does she taste like?

She’s like a magnet as I feel myself drifting closer. The beating of my heart is like a bass drum that’s out of control. My hand reaches out slowly, my thumb gently tracing her cheek that causes her to look up at me. Her hand disappears from Freddie’s cheek and reappears on the top of my own. It feels so sweet. I want it to last forever.

My next move makes my heart explode. Overcome with lust, I lean in quickly and place a long kiss on those plump lips. Pulling away slightly, lips still grazing, I open my eyes and see her staring. Those eyes are intimidating. “Harry,” She whispers then repeats my name a little longer and louder. When she pulls away entirely, I blink and see her giving me a weird look.

“You okay? You’ve been staring at something for awhile.” She questions and I shake my head, snapping out of the trance.

Jesus, I was just fantasizing about her. Seriously, Harry? What have we said a million times? She has Niall and is clearly happy. Why can’t I get that through my head and why do I want to ruin something so special? He’s my best friend.

I struggle to find an answer, my cheeks turning red in the process. “Did I have something on my face?” She wipes her forehead, but I shake my head. “Oh gosh, it was in my teeth wasn’t it?” Again, I shake my head. “Well, what then?”

“It’s nothing,” Is all I manage to squeak out, but she rolls her eyes.

“Obviously it was something. You can tell me.” She adds a smirk at the end.

I-I just… My brain doesn’t even want to complete the thought. I don’t want to admit it. I really don’t. I’ve only known you for a month and a half, yet you’re having this effect on me that I can’t explain. When you’re here, my heart doesn’t feel lonely, it glows with happiness. You give me… those stars. The stars I’ve wanted for the past year. Every time I look at you whether you’re in a crowd or next to Niall, you’re all I see.

“I’d rather not say what it is. It’s kind of personal. It’s not about you either, I was kind of in the zone, ya know?” I say then she nods.

“Alright, no worries. I won’t ask. However, I will ask how your day was.” She giggles quietly, trying not to wake Freddie. I smile and tell her, “So, um, you wanna to watch a film?”

I think I’m falling for you, (Y/N), and it crushes me knowing that I can never have you for myself.

Ever.

* * *

A year and a half down the road, we are the best of friends. I know everything about her: her family, hometown, favorite color, food, band, guilty pleasure, anything. We hang out so much the tabloids think she’s cheating on Niall with me. She laughs about how wrong they are and continue to see me because she would never be that person. That’s one thing Niall, and I love about you. I’m glad that he didn’t think twice about it and that he trusts we would never do that out of respect for him. She doesn’t give a shit what other people think and doesn’t let the media influence her. She is a committed and passionate woman. She doesn’t hide her relationship in public, yet she doesn’t show it off like others do. She’s sophisticated.

And that’s exactly how she looks tonight. It’s the premiere of Dunkirk, well one of the after parties at her home. The movie was fantastic, dramatic, and full of action. I’ll admit it was a bit weird seeing myself on the big screen. I’m not used to it I guess.

Everyone looks incredible as well, but not as amazing as that long dark wine dress she’s wearing. It’s strapless with a glittering sweetheart top and a plain flowing bottom that starts just above her hips. She matched it with a cherry red lipstick; the shade complements her skin nicely.

She spends most of the night attached at Niall’s side, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist as they both chat with guests that I don’t even know. Of course, she’s had a few beverages in between so when she finally slipped away, she was stumbling her way around the house going who the hell knows where. Those white pumps she was wearing troubled her on the carpet, so she ditched them later on. Her perfectly curled hair was falling out of the pins that held it in place. However, she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, a few other ladies and lads were already, or way, past the state she’s in. Some are asleep on the sofa, and others are trudging around the house like her.

Being the good friend I am, I kept my eye on her, making sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Thankfully, she didn’t. We are in the living room again, she found her place back at Niall’s side. Both hands are wrapped around his arm as she snuggles her head into his shirt sleeve. He laughs along with colleagues while drinking a beer, the same one I have in my right hand. I’m observing the party by the large patio doors, scanning the large crowd. He kisses the top of her head then whispers something causing her to smirk and nod.

And she’s off again, heading to a new direction of the house. My eyes follow her out of the living room and a step into the foyer until she stops and turns. Glossed over eyes are now on me, the smirk still remaining. She motions for me to come closer with her index finger and I laugh but comply.

“Yes?”

“Hazza, I need you to help me.”

“With what?”

“Niall asked me to get something for him, but I can’t remember where it is. Please come with me?” Her small hand takes mine and tugs me towards the dark hallway, but I hesitate. The feeling gets my heart racing again. “Harry, come on!” She drags me down that hallway until we come to a closed door. She pushes it open and steps inside, her fingers still wrapped tightly around my palm. She flicks on the light, and two lamps click on, revealing where we are.

The bedroom.

It’s vast and spacious. Windows along the entire right-hand wall, letting in vast amounts of moonlight. It has a modern touch mixed with a woodsy feel, just how Niall likes it. I gulp when I see the bed all unmade. The white comforter thrown back, some pillow are at the foot, and some are beside it. “Okay, Hazza. Ignore the mess. I didn’t think I’d bring anyone back here.” She says, turning to face me, the soft touch slips away. “It’s his camera. He really likes it. It’s around here somewhere I just don’t know where.” Her gaze falls to my silk shirt, her irritated brain derailing her off the right track already. Her thumbs play with the two buttons that are undone near the top. “Oh my gosh. Has anyone ever told you that you look so handsome in these shirts?” Her comment makes me blush and stutter. “I like seeing all your tattoos exposed.”

“Thank you…”

She giggles and pulls away. My heart does a somersault, and I exhale a large breath. “Let’s find his camera thing.”

We part ways and search on opposite sides of the room. I started at the bedside table on worked my way around the outside edge of the room, finding nothing. I scanned on top and underneath dressers, under the love seat by the window, and the bed. Now I’m searching through the chest that’s in front of it. No luck so far. “Ugh,” She groans before collapses on the bed. “I give up, I don’t know where he put it. I’ve searched everywhere.” She crawls over, so she hangs off the foot of the bed. “Did you find it?”

“No,” I move some more things, but nothing. “You sure it’s even in here?”

“He said, 'Princess, can you get my camera from the bedroom? I want to show whatshisname some photos.’” Her voice grows deeper and Irish to mock Niall’s voice, it makes me laugh. She chuckles along with me before rests her chin on her crossed arms. “I’m so sleepy Harry,”

“Then go to sleep?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” I close the chest, giving up as well then lock eyes with her.

“Because Niall isn’t here and I don’t want to sleep by myself.”

But I’m here instead. Those words are at the tip of my tongue, begging to be said. How nice it must be to get the privilege of falling asleep next to her every night. I gulp. No Harry, don’t say it. She’s drunk and who knows what her reaction might be. I don’t want to-

“Harry?” She asks, cutting off my rambling thoughts. “Can you come lay with me?”

My eyes grow wide. “Um, I don’t think-”

“Pretty please, Hazza? I’ve always wanted you to.” My heart drops into my stomach after those words left her lips. 'Always wanted me to?’ No, no. She doesn’t mean it. But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, my demon hisses. Yeah, well how true is that? That’s just a legend.

“You’re drunk you don’t know what you’re saying. It’d be wrong for me to-”

“You cuddle with the boys all the time. That doesn’t make you gay. Please come lie with me, Harry?” She whines. I give her another look, but she just asks again.

“Fine,”

She squeals with excitement and shuffles backward before I crawl in. She cuddles up next to me with her head on my left inner left shoulder. Her other arm is draped across my torso. My arm rests around both her shoulders while my other hand lies on my stomach, fingertips barely grazing her left forearm. She nuzzles her nose into my neck, her breath tickling me. I smile smally. My heart is beating fast and loud, it’s like it’s pounding in my ears. I shouldn’t be doing this, but… after a year and half of lusting over her, I just can’t wait anymore. Everything is so perfect right now, except for the fact that she’s a little intoxicated. Just keep that mindset, Harry. She lets out of hum of satisfaction. “You’re so warm, Hazza.”

“Naturally, I guess.”

She lets out a short chuckle and moves her hand over my chest. “Your heart is beating so fast.. Am I making you nervous?” She moves her head away from my neck and back onto my shoulder. Yes. But before I answer, she continues. “You make me nervous. I get butterflies in my stomach anytime you’re around, and my heart feels just like this… It’s like every time I see you, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are, inside and out.”

“Now you’re making me nervous..” I whisper.

“The nervous that I feel or a different kind?” Her fingers find the buttons of my shirt again. Her long wine colored dress drapes over one of my legs.

I gulp. I didn’t think I would ever be confessing my feelings for her in a million years, but fate has other plans. “Um, the one you feel.” My answer makes her head perk up, our faces just inches apart. I could never want anything more to see her staring back at me with the same look I give her. “Do you like me Harry Styles?” She whispers.

I swallow down the frog in my throat. Here goes nothing. “I-I actually love you. More than you know.” She bites her lips then leans in, our lips connecting slow but lovingly. It’s exactly how I pictured she would feel like a pile of feathers. Her taste, however, stings like liquor, making the magic fade and the realization hit that this isn’t how pictured it. The demon in me fuels my adrenaline, my passion, and lust. I set us both up, the kisses are rougher and start traveling places: the neck, below the ear, across her collarbone. She moans my name, and it’s like music to my ears. Her hands tear off my black silk shirt and throw it across the room, before returning for more. Her slender fingers are in my hair driving me mad with each move. My own greedy hands reach around and feel for the zipper of her dress. It inches down slowly.

Stop.

Pulling it off, I toss it away, and it hits the floor with a thud. I reattach at her neck and work my way down towards her bare breasts.

Stop! The angel on my shoulder screams. I pull away frantically, not meeting her eye line. She asks me what’s wrong, but I just shake my head. She sniffles like she getting ready to cry and covers up her exposed self. Oh no, please no. I grab her cheeks in both my hands and explain. “Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that… I’m stupid I shouldn’t have done this. You’re not mine. Your Niall’s.

"But… I meant everything I said.”

“Then tell me again tomorrow when you’re sober because right now I don’t believe anything.”

“Har-” I cut her off by placing a soft kiss on her lips, then climb off the bed to retrieve her dress and my shirt. I offer it to her, but she shakes her head and motions to the dresser. “Just get me a shirt, I’m going to bed.” I walk over and fish a black one out then toss it to her. I set her dress on the love seat. She slips it on while I button my shirt back up. “You may want to clean your face up.” She giggles. “It’s stained cherry red.” I finger slides across my mouth and examines the red pigment.

“Okay, thank you, but first..” I walk back over to the bed, and she sets up on her knees, eye level with me. She kisses me tenderly, and I explode all over again. “You wanted one more, right?”

“Right,” I whisper against her lips. “I hope you remember this, love, even though a strong part of me wants you to forget.”

We exchange our good nights then I walk into their bathroom, cleaning up all the lipstick the best I can. It saddens me to do so because it feels like I’m wiping away all her affection. I sigh and shut off the water, discarding the wipe in the trash can. I flip off the lights then walk back out into the bedroom. Her body cuddled deeply into the comforter as she sleeps. I fight the urge to just say fuck it and crawl back in. But that’s Niall’s girl, not mine. As I head to the door, I see a camera hanging on the hook, that’s hidden slightly behind a coat. That must be it. I grab it and look back one last time at the sleeping beauty before flicking off the lights and heading back to the party.

Please don’t forget.

* * *

Lightning draws patterns in the night sky followed by cracking thunder seconds afterward. I’m lying on my white couch strumming the strings on my guitar to some ballad. It’s been a few days since she’s spoken to since that night. I keep wondering if I screwed up by confessing my feelings. That’s usually how that works doesn’t it? Whatever doesn’t matter. “What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms. When the air ran out, and we both started running wild. The sky fell down, but you’ve got stars; they’re in your eyes, and I’ve got something missing tonight. What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow. I wish I could be there now.” I abruptly stop and sigh annoyed. “Story of my life.” I sit up and set my guitar on the couch next to me then walk out into the dark foyer and head towards the kitchen.

A rapid knock stops me in my tracks. I glance down at my watch, almost ten o’ clock. Who would be coming over at this time of night and it’s pouring down rain. I flip on the light to the foyer and the patio outside before peering out the peephole. I don’t recognize the face because they are looking down to shield their face from the rain and a black hoodie helps the disguise. Longish hair pokes out though, so it must be a girl. Her figure shakes from the rain. Cautiously, I open the door. “Um, can I help you?” She looks, and I see (Y/N). My eyes widen, and I usher her inside. She’s soaking from head to toe. “(Y/N), What are you doing here?” She pulls her hood back, revealing her damp face.

“I had to come see you..”

“What’s the matter? Is everything alright?” All she does is rush into my arms, squeezing my core tight. I gulp and wrap my arms around her cold shivering body. Sobs begin to escape her.

“What’s wrong, love? Did something happen with Niall?”

“I love you, Harry.” My stomach churns when I pull away from her with the look of astonishment on my face. She came all the over here just to tell me that. When I don’t respond, she starts to ramble, averting her gaze back to the floor, but after she’s finished she looks back with, and that’s when I see them, those stars I’ve been searching for in her eyes.

“Do you really mean that?” I murmur and she whispers a small yes. I kiss her for real this time; my hand on the back of her neck, bringing her closer if that’s possible. She tastes minty not like liquor. I know it’s been only two days, but I missed her touch so much already. Show her how much she means to you, they say.

I pull away and take her hand, leading her down the dark hallway this time. Rapid cracks of thunder erupt with each step we take like the angels are screaming at us, but I continue walking. As soon as my bedroom door closed, she’s up against it. It’s like a dance as we move around the room. All this pent up energy that has grown over the course of a year and a half is being released. Each kiss is like fire, and each touch is like a drug. My cravings keep escalating further and further. The way my name sounds on her lips is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.

I couldn’t tell you how long it lasted; it seemed like hours. Our naked bodies heaving against one another. I lie on her chest, her fingers weaving through my matted curls. The rain still patterns on the roof coaxing us to sleep. I scoot off of her onto my own pillow, and she curls up in front of me. My pointer finger ghosting around her jaw and over her bruised lips. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Harry.” She whispers.

Our eyes rest on each for a few more moments until they eventually close. Finally, I fall asleep with someone in my arms. Too bad they aren’t officially mine.

An entire year passes with our little ongoing secret, Niall has no idea or at least as far as we know. With the album complete, he’s home an awful lot some I’m sure he does think about where she disappears to at nine o’ clock in the evening a couple nights a week. When we are alone, our time together consists of lots of cuddling and kisses, things I can never get enough of, but we still do upkeep on our friendship and do stuff we normally do before this all started. Although, I wish I could take her out into the world to show her off; Niall does that enough though.

Every time I think about him, I feel guilty and I should because what I’m doing is wrong. I need to back off and let Niall have her all to himself. But I love her so much, I can’t help but continue. I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to, but… I can’t forget the night she shattered my heart.

She came over like usual, nine o’ clock sharp. I greet her with a kiss and a smile. However, she doesn’t return it. My brows come together confused and worried. She drops her purse on the kitchen table, then walks back to the bedroom, holding her long brown coat closed. I follow after her, bombarding her with questions. My concern shooting through the roof when I hear her cry. She sits on the edge of my bed, head held low as she sobs. Her hands clutching her sides. I crouch in front of her and rub her knee. “Tell me what’s wrong, love.”

She can’t even look at me when she mutters out a response. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

My body grows hot all of a sudden, and I feel queasy. “I can take it, don’t worry.” She closes her eyes carefully, and more tears spill over.

“I should be happy, but um, Niall proposed to me yesterday. I said.. yes.” My whole world collapses as I stare at her shielded left hand. I fall back on the floor, dumbfounded. She rattles off apologies, but I just ignore them. Sadness fills me up like a glass of water.

“Stop saying sorry for getting engaged. I don’t matter, I’m just the guy in the dark. Sure, I love you, and I wish it were me giving you that ring, but Niall saw you first Brittney. You are his, not mine.”

I stand up, overcome with emotion and start pacing. “But I love you, Harry.” She retorts.

“Then why the hell did you say yes? Why are you still with him if you love me?” She doesn’t respond. “It’s not right..” I shake my head at the sound of my own voice cracking. “I think..” I sniffle, my tears falling down my cheeks. “I believe that you should be with Niall and only Niall..” Even though I love you with all of my heart or what’s left of it.

“Harry..” She shoots up off the bed and rushes over to me. Her soft touch caressing my cheek. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you..”

“(Y/N).. I don’ want to, but I have to. I can’t keep hurting myself emotionally like this, watching you share your love with someone else kills me. I want to do all the things he can do with you in public. I want to marry you and grow old with you, but I can’t do that. You are already doing it with him. He loves you so much, probably more than me.” I kissed her, and this one hurts because I know it will be the last one for forever. “Please marry him,” I whisper as I rest my forehead against hers. “Do it for me.” She says okay with a small grin.

“Just know that you’ll always have a place in my heart.”

And she still does.

In Your Crosshairs || Part 2

Author: @punkof-pop
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Words: 5,918
Warnings: Fluff, angst
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A/N: After many computer problems, I finally got to sit down and write this. Writing Theo is honestly really fun so I’ll just keep this going for however long you guys want. Just let me know if you want a part 3 and if you want be tagged. ALSO Thank you so fucking much for all the feed back on Part 1. I never expected more than like three people to read it. You guys are amazing.
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A light steady beeping echoes as you slowly start to regain consciousness. The room is dimmed; the only light coming from the monitor and the small rectangular window of the door. As you start to fully awaken, you take notice of the two boys sound asleep in chairs. You shake your head and fully sit up, realizing you’re not in any pain, as if nothing had ever happened and for only a second, you question if it was just a dream. But, if it was a dream, why would you be in a hospital?

The longer you stay silent, taking in your surroundings, the more you become aware of a multitude of thumps. Some are far away while others are right by you. The thumping makes your skin crawl with annoyance and urgency. You hold your head and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that will get the thumping to stop.

“Y/n?” Liam’s voice is groggy as you don’t bother to look to him. “What’s wrong?” You hear him get up. “Scott, wake up.” Liam says before walking to the side of your bed. “What’s going on?”

“Thumping.” The word falls as you rock back and forth.

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Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader
Warnings: Mention of ADHD (people might get triggered?)
Word count: 876


”Brett, I need to talk to you, it’s very important.” you shyly said and he nodded and guided you towards the locker room. He closed the door behind you both and gave you a sincere smile. ”What’s up Y/N?”

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Originally posted by liamsprayberrybabe


Being a teenager is difficult, everyone has an issue in those years of your life.
Being a teenager in Beacon Hills is extremely difficult.
Yours isn’t a normal town, it isn’t famous for having a great college or the best football team in the area, Beacon Hills is the probably on of the most supernatural city of America but only a few knows this truth.
This few includes you and your friends. But even if the safety of the town is mostly on your shoulders, you enjoy your life anyway.


You walk down the school hallway, hurrying towards your locker.
The first bell already rang and your teacher won’t let you go so easily if you are late to class.
You finally arrive at your locker, grabbing your books and struggling to close it.
“Hey, look who’s here boys”
‘Oh god please no’
“I don’t have time for your games, Jason” you whisper looking at the boy in front of you.
“Oh you speak? Did you hear that guys? She speaks.”
The boys around him start laughing, you clench your jaw, trying not to express your disgust.
“Please, let me go, I’m late” you whisper looking at your shoes.
“You know what? I feel kind today, I’ll let you go” he smirks down at you.
You begin to walk away but he knocks down your books.
All of his friends begin to laugh and mock you.
You get on your knees at take all your books trying to stay calm.
Once you have your books, you run away towards your class.
Looking at the clock, you discover that it’s really late. Before knocking you take a few breaths and then knock lightly on the door.
You open your class’ door and the teacher glares at you from his desk.
“Miss Y/N, thank you for joining us”
“Sorry for the delay”
You walk towards the bottom of the class sitting beside your friend Liam.
“As I was saying before miss Y/N interrupted me today I’m going to…”

“Why were you late this morning?”
You and your friend Liam are walking to your next lesson. You have the same age so you have a lot of classes together.
“I slept in”
“You know that I’m a werewolf and that you can’t lie to me, right?”
You slap his arm lightly, shushing him.
“Be quiet, we don’t want your secret to be revealed, do we?”
He rolls his eyes, mumbling about how you are too cautious and you giggle looking at his expression.
“Hey Y/N” says Jason slapping your butt.
You stop and look at the ground, trying hard to calm yourself.
“Touch her again and you’re dead”
Jason laughs and looks at Liam with a playful glare.
“You don’t know who you’re talking to, boy, now go back to your freak friends”
Liam clenches his fists and you notice blood running down his knuckles.
“Liam- you put a hand on his shoulder- let’s go”
He tries to shake your hand off his shoulder but you tighten your grip.
“Liam please”
Liams turns around and begins to run fastly towards the school field.
You run behind him but you’re too slow and you eventually lose him.


When you arrive at the field you find him sitting on the benches, breathing heavily.
You run to him and cup his face in your hand.
“Liam, look at me”
He looks the ground, his eyes glowing yellow.
“Liam, calm down”
“Go away, or you’ll get hurt” he growls at you.
“You’re not gonna hurt me, I’m your anchor, remember?”
He removes your hand from his face and start breathing even more heavily.
You feels panic making its way through you.
You close your eyes and try to think about what to do, try to remind what Scott told.
You open your eyes and look at Liam in the eyes, cupping his face again.
You begin to lean in slowly until you attach your lips to his.
You feels his body tense and then relax.
You pull apart and bite your lip.
“I should get angry more often”
You chuckle, shaking your head.
“You’re so silly”

anonymous asked:

So who all did you get Liam romance banter with?? I'm trying to figure out who all says something. So far I had peebee, drack, and Cora mention our relationship (or in peebee's case just how close he is to me in battle)

I couldn’t get a lot of squad banter to trigger (I know other people have had similar problems!) but some kind soul on youtube has uploaded this vid, which contains comments from Peebee, Cora, Drack and Jaal. (And eternal thanks to @daishannigans​ for making me aware of the existence of this video in the first place!)

I’ve included transcripts under the read more for anyone who can’t watch the video.

But in summary, Liam Kosta is a sweet, beautiful man who is entirely too comfortable with the idea of SAM watching while he and Ryder are gettin’ it on. 

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Liam Dunbar Imagine- Drunken Drama

Anon- Hey i love your Isaac Lahey imagines, but can I get one with Liam where she’s Scotts or Dereks younger sister and shes human and they go to a party and she gets really drunk. But can you make it fluffy at the end and stuff. Sorry that its not much to go on but thanks if you get around to doing it!!

Authors Note- First of all thankyou and I’m glad you enjoyed them. I really liked this request, even though there’s quite a few similar to this out there, but I hope I got it similar to how you wanted it, I had fun writing it. It’s also set in the third season but Liam is there x

Being a Hale, believe it or not did have its perks. Being a werewolf with heightened abilities being the main, however when all of that is suddenly stripped away from you it’s kind of hard to deal with. Cora was dying and the only way to save her was for Derek to give up his alphaship. However, you weren’t entirely sure loosing an alpha against the alpha pack was the best idea, so you decided to throw a spanner in the works. Without telling Derek you healed Cora yourself, but being a beta meant you lost your power completely. But she was your sister, she was worth your life let alone your stupid werewolf curse. How much harder could being a powerless human be?

“So when are your friends picking you up?” your older brother huffed, not wanting to accept that you were growing up. “Erm actually I’m taking her, the others are staying in to work out a plan with Deaton” Liam mumbled. “You mean Scott’s not going with you?” Derek asked, his voice echoing around the loft. “See, I knew you would overreact” you tried to play it off, giving Liam daggers. “Absolutely not!” Peter said, emerging from nowhere. You rolled your eyes and glanced at him, “Its times like this I wish you were still dea-” you began before Liam interrupted to prevent witnessing another Hale argument. “I’ll be there, and so will Mason” he said quickly. “As comforting as that sounds, the answer is still no” Derek replied sarcastically. “I’m not a kid, I can take care of myself” you crossed your arms over your chest. “You could take care of yourself, as in past tense” Peter spoke again. “So what if I’m technically not a werewolf? I’m also not an idiot” you retort. “Debatable-” Peter remarked under a fake cough. “Fine” Derek said with a sigh. “Wait… you’re letting me go?” you said, examining your brothers blank expression. “Yes you can go” he replied. “Are you insane?” Peter asked shaking his head. “Well you do let me run around the streets at night with my pack, a party is probably a lot safer” you said, flashing a fake smile at your uncle. “Just don’t get drunk, I mean it!” Derek demanded. “I wont” you said with an eye roll and a smirk. You grabbed your purse and began to walk towards the loft door. “You better look after my sister, if anything happens to her its your fault, the Hales don’t take kindly to their family being hurt”  Derek said sternly to Liam, as Peter flashed his eyes gold from over Derek’s shoulder. “Of course I will” Liam said nervously. “Stop scolding him, I know what you two are doing” you claimed sliding the loft door open and waiting for Liam to join you. He looked from your brother to your uncle, before putting his hands in his jacket pockets and doing a small jog over to you. “See you” you called out, slamming the door shut before they could change their minds.

The second you stepped foot in the club, Hayden passed you, Liam and Mason a free shot. But before you could even take a sip Liam grabbed it from you and drank the both of yours before you could blink. “You do realise you cant get drunk” you laughed. “Yeah, but neither can you, I don’t want to be killed by your family just yet” he joked. “Where the hell has Mason gone?” you asked, it was a new record for him to have split off. “Two guesses” Liam said out of routine. The two of you glanced to the biggest crowd of guys, there he is. It had been a few hours and the pair of you did what you always did, you found a space on your own and talked about everything, anything. You had no idea why you always did that, sure he was your best friend but you totally acted like an exclusive couple. You rarely saw one without the other, you were lost in your own little world together and yet still you didn’t realise what was right in front of you.

“It’s a little crowded in here and I’m sure Derek’s waiting up for you” Liam said, nervously biting his bottom lip and glancing over your shoulder. “I don’t need werewolf powers to know your trying to hide something from me” you said with a raised eyebrow. You began to turn around but he grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “Okay… that was weird” you said, brushing his hands off. You stared at him and watched as he relaxed, before quickly turning around before he could stop you again. That’s when you saw it. Your ex boyfriend making out with a girl in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help but stare, you wanted to look away but seeing him brought back some emotions that you didn’t want to feel again. Liam stood beside you awkwardly, hearing your thumping heartbeat. He had liked you since forever and there you were, getting all chocked up over your ass of an ex. “Are you okay?” he practically whispered. Of course he cared about you and didn’t like seeing you upset, but it was hard to watch you get upset over the boy you had liked, the boy that had called you his girl, the boy that used to give you quick kisses in the hallway and endured the whole relationship talk from your brother and uncle. The talk he dreaded but so desperately wanted to have with you by his side. “What are we staring at, oh-” Mason said after seeing you two stood dead in the middle of the club. “What a dick” you managed to say. A small smile tugged at Liam’s lips after hearing and smelling the anger now raiding from you, rather than upset and jealousy. “Do you want to get out of here?” Mason asked, to make up for Liam’s silence. “Nope” you said bluntly, storming over to the bar. “Oh shi-” Liam began saying, while rushing after you, followed by Mason.

“Do you not remember your brother telling you not to get drunk?” Liam asked in disbelief, as the bar attender placed a line of shots in front of you. “Vaguely” you said, knocking back the first one. “Y/n, don’t you dare take one more sip” he tried to say with authority. You looked at him in the eye as you knocked back another and slammed the empty glass on the table. “She’s underage, this girl right here is underage drinking” Liam exclaimed loudly while pointing at you, earning him a few weird looks. He glared at the bar attender, waiting for him to do something but he simply shrugged and carried on serving. “Are you kidding me? Do you even check anyone’s fake ID in here?”  for once he was outraged by this, whereas any other time he wouldn’t of bat an eyelid to it. “Liam! There you are, I need you to carry a few boxes from the store room” Hayden said between breaths. “I cant right now” Liam shook his head, moving the fourth shot away from your already tipsy self. “Liam you promised you would help if I got you in” she huffed, handing a glow stick to a half naked drunk beside her. “Li, I’ll look after her while you’re gone. I like this club and quite frankly I like the people in it” Mason smiled flirtatiously at the barman. “Fine, I’ll be right back. Don’t move” he said sternly, before following Hayden through the crowd.

“Mason! What the hell?!”. He was now chatting to the barman while they drank together. “Oh fuck, I completely forgot” he stood up and stared at his best friend in both concern and guilt. “Derek’s going to kill me” he mumbled. “And my boss is going to kill me if someone doesn’t pay for the bottle of scotch she stole” the bar attender hinted. Liam gave a loud sigh and shoved the money from his pocket onto the bar, before closing his eyes and trying his hardest to focus. He knew your heartbeat from a mile off but you were surrounded by out of breath and horny teens. He bumped into a few large sweaty guys before he finally found you in the middle of the dancefloor. “Woah” he said as he just about caught you from falling. “Heyyy Liammmmm” you slurred with a giggle. “I am so dead” he squinted, smelling the alcohol on your breath. “So I know I’m supposed to stay at yours… but I think I’m going to another club after this with that guy over there” you gestured to an older looking guy standing in the corner of the room, that was still checking you out. “No you’re not Y/N, your brother thinks your staying with Lydia later tonight, he doesn’t know your staying at mine and he certainly wouldn’t let you stay with him” he said jealously, you had promised to stay at his because he was having trouble sleeping alone and Mason was already staying 3 nights a week because of this. “Oh pleaseeee Liammmm, I just want to have funn and make my dickbag ex jealous, lets see how he likes it” you half slurred. “The only one feeling jealous right now is me” he mumbled. “Huh?” you asked, drawing your attention back to him and his bright blue eyes. “Uhm nothing, come on lets go” he said, gently grabbing your wrist. About three minutes ago you would’ve objected and made a scene but something felt different in the way he spoke to you. He’d always been caring but tonight it was as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

Mason reluctantly dropped the two of you at Liam’s, mainly because you getting drunk was all his fault. Liam helped your giddy and staggering self out of the car, before carrying you bridal style into the house and up the stairs. He placed you on his bed and sighed, of course you looked stunning in your tight dress, heels and makeup, but the Y/N he fell in love with was underneath all that with sweatpants and one of his baggy hoodies on. “So where did you put your bag with your pjs and stuff in?” he asked awkwardly. “Ermmmm, I think its at the bar” you giggled in your drunken state, not knowing you’d regret it later. “I guess you can borrow some of mine” he offered, with a small smile. He pulled out a plain t-shirt before coming stuck as to what bottoms to give you. He usually only slept in boxers, because of the whole wolf heat thing. “It’s ok, it’s hot anyway ill just wear the top” you claimed from behind him. He turned around to hand it you, “OH MY GOD” he accidently shouted, before covering his eyes. “AHH WHAT?” you screamed back, turning to look behind you. “Why don’t you have any clothes on?” he asked in a panic. “I have a bra and underwear on Liam, just give me the top” you snatched It out of his hands with scoff. “Ok, have you got it on?” he asked. “Yep” you replied. He uncovered his eyes to see you in his tight black t-shirt that was oversized on you and your black underwear that showed every time you lifted your arms up or stretched, but as much as he wanted to look, he owed it to your non drunk usual self not to, he respected you way too much to do that. You flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, you parted your lips as if you were going to say something before simply letting the air escape. “Okay, so I’ll be on the couch downstairs if you need anything” he said, as he began to back out of the door. You simply hummed in response and covered yourself poorly with his blanket.

You glanced at the clock beside Liam’s bed, it was three in the morning and you hadn’t got an ounce of sleep. Normally Liam would sleep on the floor beside the bed but even he knew something felt different. You had sobered up a bit more, but you weren’t exactly thinking as straight as you would have. You wrapped yourself in his blanket and slowly crept downstairs and into the living room, you were still sort of stumbling. “Liam, Liam are you awake?” you asked, not being able to see that well. “Yeah” he replied, glowing his eyes gold so you could locate which couch he was on. You walked over to him and he moved, to allow some room for you. You wrapped the blanket around you both and lay next to him. “Why are you still awake?” he asked. “Why are you?” you returned. “Just thinking” he said laconically. “Same” you agreed. You both went to speak at the same time, before both erupting into a quiet laugh. “Drunk me heard what you said earlier, is it true?” you questioned. “Is what true?” he said, almost defensively. “That you were jealous” you said, moving your head to look up at him. “Yes” he admitted. He’d never had the courage to tell you before, but there you were, the girl of his dreams in his t-shirt looking more beautiful than ever. “Now why would you be jealous?” you pried, with a teasing voice. “Because I like you” he said, you could feel his quick beating heart. “Well I like you too” you admitted. “Wait what?” he was in shock to say the least. “And I always will” you continued, turning around so he was now spooning you. “So what does this mean?” he asked, not sure if he was dreaming. He waited for a response, before realising you were asleep. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, feeling the fabric of his shirt and your bare legs against him, he never wanted this moment to end.

“Omg, I cant see” you whined, referring to the bright light that was directly in your eyes. “Y/n, Y/n, get up” Liam said quietly. You opened your eyes and sat up. “OH SHIT” you accidently said out loud. “So I ran into Scott and Lydia earlier tonight, neither of them had a clue where you where” your brother boomed. When your eyes adjusted fully, you saw Derek and Liam’s step dad staring at you from across the living room, he clearly came home earlier than expected from his night shift. You guiltily looked at Liam, who still had his arm around you, you quickly jumped apart and began explaining two different stories at the same time. “Where are your clothes?” Derek shouted, horrified. “It’s not what it looks like” you said, as Liam rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot my clothes, so Liam leant me his” you smiled awkwardly. “I really don’t know what brotherly talk I’m supposed to have right now” he said. “Liam how come you never told me you had a girlfriend?” his step dad asked. But before Liam could open his mouth to do the whole ‘just best friends’ speech, you answered for him. “Well actually we weren’t exactly made official until earlier tonight” you stated, watching Liam’s eyes widen and a smile grow uncontrollably on his face. It was soon time for your brother to give the whole protective older brother speech, while you and Liam held hands underneath the blanket. A smirk spread across both of your faces, the next hour was hell but you finally had each other to endure it with.

Sorry it’s not too fluffy I just wanted to make It different from a lot of the ones out there with a similar plot line. Requests are open x

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Liam Dunbar x EvolvedWolf!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: None
Word count: 765

Part 1

Tags: @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481


“You have to apologize to Y/N.” Scott urged as he sat down beside Liam. Having Stiles sit down as well as they exchanged serious looks, it’s been three days since you lounged towards him after accusing you for belonging in hell with your former friend Theo and you still haven’t spoke to any of them besides Scott about it.

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love bugs - liam dunbar

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

word count: 2081

warnings: feelings dude, major make out session, unedited af

note: I got so many requests for this so here it is!! part two to this liam imagine so here it is. I apologize if it isnt that great, but im not feeling well right now


The car ride there was quite possibly the most uncomfortable thing you’ve ever experienced. Neither you or Liam had made a move to speak to anyone, let alone each other, the entire way there. Stiles had attempted to make small talk by asking how school was going, but he quit after he earned a harsh glare from Liam and absolutely no response from you. Scott turned the radio on halfway through the ride in hopes of drowning out the tension. That, however, only made things worse for some odd reason.

Stiles pulled into an open clearing that had a fire pit directly in the middle and let out an intense sigh. “Thank god we’re here,” He not so quietly mumbled to himself, putting the car in park and removing the keys from the ignition. He wasted no time in getting out of the small jeep in order to get away from the upset teenagers placed in the back. Scott followed his actions not too soon after he glanced at the both of you with mixed emotions.

Liam was itching to say something to you now that you were alone, but his mouth remained shut as he exited the car. His harsh words were still bouncing around your mind as you uncrossed your arms and tightly gripped the seat. Typically, you wouldn’t get this upset over a boy, but this was Liam. The boy you had loved since you could understand what love was. The boy that had been there for you through everything. The boy who had protected you when the dread doctors were in town. The boy that, no matter what happened, you would always love.

The girls pulled up next to Stiles’ jeep and began to join the guys. You finally grabbed your bag off the floor and climbed out of the stuffy vehicle. Scott, Stiles, Liam and Lydia had started to put the tents up with the help of the others, excluding you since you were making dinner. You thought about the bed arrangements and it suddenly hit you, like a hundred pound weight dropping on your head. There were only four two person tents, and everyone had already picked their partners, which meant you would be sharing with Liam.

“Y/N! You’re about to burn the burgers,” Stiles shouted from across the fire pit.

You looked down to see that you were, in fact, about to burn the burgers. You quickly flipped each one and placed a slice of cheese on each one. Lydia and Allison were the first two done with their tent, so they came around and started to unpack all the food they bought. The picnic table was soon full of different varieties of foods, which was unnecessary as you were only staying for two full days and two nights. Although, this was Lydia and she just wanted to make sure we would have enough food.

You could feel Liam’s eyes burning into your side as you moved the burgers from grill onto a plate. You couldn’t stop your cheeks from turning pink and it infuriated you. The effect that boy had on you was going to be the death of you. Little did you know, that feeling was not unrequited.

“Okay, dinners finished,” You spoke for the first time since you left Scott’s house.

Everyone rushed towards you and began to grab whatever they wanted, slightly pushing you to the back of the group. You laughed as Stiles and Malia argued over who got to use the ketchup first, which resulted in Allison coming in and snatching it from the duo’s hands. After they all settled down, you walked back to the table to make your plate but stopped once you noticed that all of the burgers were gone. Your shoulders slumped as you grabbed a plate and started to pile a few small things onto your plate.

Someone cleared their throat from behind you, causing you to turn your head so you could see who it was. Liam stood there, holding a plate of two burgers that already had your favorite condiments on them. “I managed to grab two before everyone else took them all,” He explained, holding the plate towards you, with a regretful look on his face.

You slowly grabbed the plate from his grip as you muttered a weak, “Thanks.”

You made a move to go past him, but he stopped you by gripping your arm with his free hand. Your breathing became shaky at the sudden contact and your heart beat rapidly grew. “Wait, please talk to me. Please,” He pleaded as he tried to meet your faltering gaze.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” You pointed out with a slight crack in your voice. The look he gave you resembled one of a toddler begging his mom for extra dessert. “Fine,” You gave in, “We can talk. Later.”

You removed your arm from Liam’s grip before sauntering away from him and to the others. You fell into the foldable chair next to Kira and started a conversation with her. Liam sat beside Scott with a solemn look and stared at the ground, ignoring Scott’s numerous attempts to talk. Kira was talking about how nervous she was for college when your eyes wandered around before landing on Liam’s hunched over figure.

Kira noticed you suddenly leave the conversation and followed your line of sight. A small, encouraging smile formed on her face as she nudged your arm with hers so you would look at her. “I don’t even know what happened, but go talk to him. We haven’t even been here two hours and you guys already filled the entire forest with tension.”

You contemplated the suggestion for a few moments before deciding to do it. You got up and threw your plates into the makeshift trash can, then walked past Liam and into the trees. He knew you well enough to figure out that you wanted him to follow, so he eagerly did. The others followed you with their eyes and, those with supernatural hearing, tuned in on the conversation that was about to happen.

Liam stopped walking once he reached the small river you were standing by as you waited for him. “You wanted to talk, so talk,” You ordered with a slight tone to your voice.

Liam backed up slightly at the angry tone to your voice, yet still began talking. “I didn’t mean for what I said to sound like I was so disgusted, but it did and I can’t take it back. I’m sorry, that I made it seem like, um, making out with you would be such a bad thing,” He told you. “Wait, why did you get so upset that I said that?”

You swiftly turned around at the question, now facing the boy who had the power to completely ruin you. “God, you’re so stupid, you know?! It’s obvious why I got so upset! If you can’t figure it out, that’s on you,” You yelled loud enough that it hurt the ears of the people who were listening in. After the sudden outburst, you harshly ran into Liam’s shoulder and walked back to the campsite, leaving Liam to stand there and think about what you said. They tried to play it off like they weren’t listening, but you knew better. “So, what are we going to do now?”

Liam avoided you the rest of the night, and you were okay with that. Scott and Stiles had started a fire once it was dark enough and everyone started to roast marshmallows for their s’mores. Stiles had a go at telling a scary story while everyone ate, but his story turned out to be just as lame as you would have thought. After that, game ideas were being thrown around until you all settled on a single one. Lydia’s idea of playing ‘Never have I ever’ was the winner. It got quite eventful, to say the least. Malia ended up being the last person standing due to her being a coyote most of her life. Lydia was, not so surprisingly, the first person out.

“Okay, I think it’s time for bed. It’s nearly 3 in the morning and Y/N looks like she’s ready to be asleep,” Allison said as she stretched her long limbs.

“She already is asleep,” Kira informed, lightly shaking you as you curled up in the chair. “Liam?”

His head snapped up at the mention of his name and he looked around before settling on you. “I got her,” He informed Kira as he walked towards her.

She gave him a smile before following Scott into their tent and leaving you and Liam alone outside. He hooked an arm under your legs and behind your back so he could carry to your tent. Luckily, you had left it unzipped from when you went to change. He carefully laid you down on the air mattress, brushing away the strands of hair that fell in your face. He pulled the blanket over your, what he thought was, sleeping body.

“So, I was thinking about what you said earlier,” He began, “And I think I’ve finally figured it out. It just doesn’t make sense to me, because why me? Why would someone as amazing and as beautiful as you feel the same way I do about you? I mean, I was planning on telling you how I felt about you anyway, but I didn’t think that you would ever feel the same. I still honestly don’t think you feel the same because you haven’t actually said it.”

Little did Liam know, you had woken up when he picked you up off the chair and you heard the whole thing. You slowly opened your eyes, but couldn’t see anything other than a faint outline of his body. “I do feel the same way, you know,” You finally spoke as you pushed you self up into an upright position. You leaned forward and fumbled around slightly until your head rested on his cheek. “As for the why you, I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. You have been by side through everything. You have seen me at my worst and you never left my side. You try so hard to be the best version of yourself even though you’re already perfect in my eyes. Liam, I love you.”

“Y-You do,” He questioned, leaning into your hand.

“I do,” You whispered.

You were close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your face and you could smell the small hints of cologne still left on him. Your lips were millimeters from each other, but neither of you was making a move to get any closer yet. “I love you too,” He admitted before finally closing the small gap between the two of you.

Your hand slid from his cheek and down to the back of his neck where your other hand already rested. He brought his hands down to your waist as you both pulled each other closer. Your lips molded perfectly into his as if he was made just for you. He lightly gripped your hips harder, earning a gasp from you and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You wound your hands into his deep brown hair and softly tugged on a few strands, causing a small moan to erupt from his perfect lips. He broke away to briefly catch his breath before moving down to your neck. He worked his mouth against your skin and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

What felt like hours, but was only minutes, later, you both sprang away from each other at the sound of someone unzipping the tent. “You love bugs are more annoying than the actual bugs. Shut the hell up so we can sleep,” Malia griped, peeking her head in as she narrowed her glowing blue eyes.

A quiet giggle escaped your lips and you fell backwards onto the mattress, Liam following your actions soon after. “I guess we woke them up,” He laughed, rolling onto his side and draping his arm over your waist.

“I think we kept them from going to sleep,” You countered, moving so your back was pressed against his front and you were spooning. The smile that was on your face was starting to hurt, but you didn’t care. You had finally made up with Liam, and in the best way possible.

so here it is!! i hope this is good (minus the kissing part bc ive never been kissed so idk what im doing lmao)! thank you all for the wonderful feedback and lovely messages! also, if you want to, please go ahead and request some stuff!

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