lacrosse hit

Dating Liam Dunbar would include:

- Being really adorable

- Being constantly amazed by his lacrosse skills

- Brett hitting on you at games to piss Liam off

- Him winking at you from the field

- Catching him staring at you with a huge smile on his face

- Both being really stubborn

- Him sneaking into your room through your window

- Being best friends with Mason

- Comforting each other

- Cheek kisses all the time


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The moment the stranger lifted up the lacrosse stick ready to hit Brett and Liam, your best friends, you couldn’t stop your feet from running forward. In a matter of seconds, you dove in front of them, the lacrosse smacking straight into your arm. You fell to the floor, a burning pain ripping through your arm; you couldn’t move it. Brett looked up at the guy, visibly furious, and the man turned and ran, Brett chasing after him. He wasn’t going to let anybody hurt you. Ever.
Liam bent down next to you, pulling you into his arms. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, eyes sweeping over your body to look for any sign of damage. You were hurt, he could feel it.
“I’m fine.” You whimpered, but both of you knew you were lying.
“What is it? Is it your arm?”
“I think it might be broken.” You didn’t really mind though, it hurt, but seeing them get hurt would have hurt more.
“Don’t worry, Brett will catch the guy who did this and we’ll break both of his arms, and probably his legs too. No one hurts you and gets away with it, not when we’re around.”

How You Meet (Liam)

Let’s just say that you should never take a stroll through the lacrosse fields while practice is going on is not the best idea.

You thought you’d be okay since none of the players at the school are really any good, but you were oh so wrong.

“Watch out!” one of the boys yelled just as a lacrosse ball hit you over the head. You had no clue what had happened next, you just knew that someone had carried you over to the bleachers.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” coach asked you when you regained consciousness. You’s head was spinning but you managed to mumbled out a yes.

“I’m so sorry,” one of the players said. He looked to be in your grade, a freshman.

“You got a hell of a throw,” you said to him. He smiled at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked you.

“A quick trip to the nurse and I’ll be okay,” you said while attempting to stand up. Quickly, about two to three guys helped you up off the ground.

“Liam, bring her to the nurse since you hit her,” Coach said. “The rest of you, run around or something.”

The boy nodded and slung your arm over his shoulder to support you all the way to the nurse. Along the way, he kept apologizing over and over, saying that he should’ve look before he’d thrown and that it was all his fault. You kept telling him that it was an honest mistake and that you shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

“My first freshman,” the nurse said as the two of you walked into the room. “Let me guess, lacrosse?”

The two of you nodded and Liam sat you down on the bed. The nurse pulled out her tools and proceeded to check you for any signs of harm. She told Liam that he could leave if he wanted to, but he insisted on staying with you to know that you were okay.

“You’re okay sweetheart,” the nurse said. “Just try not to get hit on the head like that again. You were real close to getting a concussion.”

You nodded and you and Liam left the nurse’s office.

“What’s your name by the way?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you told him.

“I’m Liam,” he said. “I should probably head back to practice now. Again, I’m so sorry for hitting you on the head.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you assured him. “Now head back to practice before Coach kicks your ass.”

“Alright,” he said. “I hope I’ll see you again soon.”

And you did. Way too soon.

The same field, the same time, the same situation. 

Liam brought you to the nurse’s office again, extremely concerned about you because you didn’t immediately regain consciousness.

When you woke, you were met with the bright florescent lights of the nurse’s office. Looking around, you saw Liam sitting in the nearby chair.

“You’re awake!” he said excitedly once he saw that you were conscious.

“It happened again didn’t it?” you asked him.

“Yup, the nurse answered. “And you definitely have a concussion. I told Blue Eyes over here that he didn’t have to stay with you, but he refused to leave until he knew you were okay. Such a sweetheart, this boy is.”

“Liam, you didn’t have to,” you told him.

“I wanted to,” he said.

“Thanks for caring so much,” you smiled at him.

Liam truly is a sweetheart. So much so that he volunteered to help you with your homework until you were better. And carried your books for you when ever the two of you had classes together. And was at your side whenever you felt the slightest bit dizzy.

Some thought that he was doing it just for your attention, but Mason told you it was because he truly felt sorry about what he did.

“Liam, you really don’t have to,” you said after about two weeks of all that. You didn’t want him to be feeling guilty for that long.

“It’s okay Y/N, really,” he assured you. You smiled, kissing his cheek which made his cheeks go red.

“How about in return, I’ll take you on a date?” you asked him. He smiled, his blue eyes glowing bright with happiness.

“How about this Friday?” he asked.

“Perfect,” you told him, planting another kiss on his cheek. 

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