A/N: Just wanted to write this as a futuristic sort of thing to make it less awkward to write about Liam/Dylan. Hope you enjoy! ((FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE BTW))
Multiple thoughts clouded my mind as I approached doorstep of her dorm. I was nervous, but anxious. I hadn’t seen her since that one stormy day in May, just a few days after graduation. Her hair was lighter than normal, with a tint of red at the tips. But who knew what she looked liked now? It had been 2 years since I saw her last. I hadn’t Skyped her or texted her. I wasn’t going too. I didn’t want to annoy her or become a pest. But oddly enough, here I am looking like an outcast standing outside the door with a bouquet of roses, and a gift bag. But more than anything, I just wanted to hug her and inhale her wondrous scent. She always smelled good and I missed the scent of vanilla and chamomile on her skin.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I nervously chewed on my lip and waited for the door to open. From the other side of the door, I could hear a faint “Who’s there?”
I mumbled, “Liam.” I could still hear the locks on the door being messed with and small talk being made.
“Liam? Um, okay. Be right there.”
She sounded unsure. and confused. Best way to catch her. Finally the door creaked open. She stepped out, hands over her mouth. She was still beautiful, just as I last saw her. Hair was darker and casual as always.
“Oh my god, Liam!” She squealed, opening her arms to me. “I didn’t expect this? What are you doing here??”
I tilted my head and blushed.
“Well, I miss you lots. And I figured I visit you while I was in the area.” I replied honestly, and she smiled. That smile was radiant. The sun couldn’t compare. I handed her the flowers and the bag, before shoving my hands in my pocket.
“You shouldn’t have.” She softly smiled with a modest response.
“But I wanted too, and you deserve it.” I replied.
She smelled the roses, and giggled.
“Come on in, my roommate isn’t here at the moment. She would probably flip her shit if she knew you were here.”
I laughed, and took a seat on her bed.
“What have you told her about me?” I questioned.
“Just some things. I’ve showed her pictures too. You’re such an attractive kid, but she’s 22 and needs to find someone her age.” She stammered, while putting the roses in a vase.
“I’m still attractive to you, huh?” I slyly asked, lying back on the pillows.
“Yeah, you are obviously. Why?”
“Oh nothing.” I hummed, and just glared at her.
She turned around and looked at me with confused eyes.
“You still won’t let this go. We can’t be what you want us to be Liam. There’s no way people will accept that.” Her tone cracked. She was on the brink of tears it seemed, and I instantly felt terrible. I don’t want her to feel this way. But I know for a fact that with me, things would be different. But how do I prove it? Just how?
“Y/N, I don’t think you understand. I don’t care what people think of us. Or of it. I really really want you to be mine. I want us to be together. I want you happy and I want to love you like no other. Just let me, please? Age is a number, under certain circumstances. You know that. And for us, it’s totally legal. I’m 18 and I know what I want. I want you. I really want you.” I rambled, exaggerating how much I could possibly want her. How much I needed her.
Her gaze fell, and she sat on the edge of the bed. The strap of her top slid off her shoulder and I had a thought.
“I don’t want to be humiliated again. Or made fun of.” She softly sobbed, as I crawled behind her. I pressed my lips to her soft skin of her shoulder and caressed her arms.
“I would never let that happen.” I whispered into her skin, placing more kisses along the back of her neck and to the other shoulder. “Not ever.” I added.
She sighed loudly.
“I know what would make you feel better, but I need to know one thing.”
“What’s that?” She asked.
“What time does your roommate get back?” I questioned, my hands massaging her shoulders and neck.
“Probably after 10, why?”
She sounded curious, and I wasn’t going to say a word.
“Just enough time to do what I’ve been so anxious to do since the day I turned 18.” I chuckled, smirking against her neck. Soft hums escaped her lips.
“No Liam, you can’t…” She softly spoke and I ignored her. My hands tugged at the hem of her shirt that read FANCY. My fingers traveled under her shirt and drew shapes onto her sides. My lips connected with the bend of her neck, slightly nibbling at a few spots. “Liam please…”
“I’ve waited for too long Y/N. Too damn long.”
She let her head fall back on my shoulder, eyes closed. Her hands gripped my knees and her thumbs rubbed circles on the fabric. Kissing her cheek, her eyes slowly opened. Beautiful and big.
“Let me, please?” I whispered, finally pressing my lips to hers. Soft, sweet, and tasted like mint. She closed her eyes again and hummed.
“Bring it Dunbar.” She giggled, pulling my face to hers for another kiss.
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Does this make me a bad person??