Pairing: Liam x Reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, jealousy, anger issues Liam
Summary: Liam overhears Y/N talking to Theo during a lacrosse game, and gets jealous, almost turning on the field. Y/N follows him to the locker room to see what’s up and he ends up confessing something to her.
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: My tumblr app on my phone has been rlly annoying tbh, and idk what’s going on like it just crashes randomly all the time. But, anyways hope you guys like this one bc I do. (I’m also writing another imagine rn too so look out for that.)
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I bite on my lower lip, standing on the tip of my toes to peer over the mass of umbrellas. Being short had its struggles in lots of parts of life, but at lacrosse games, it was definitely at the top of the list.
I roll my eyes as the person in front of me raises their black umbrella higher, a sound of annoyance leaving my lips unintentionally.
The guy whips his head around, his slanted eyes shooting death glares at me. “Am I bothering you young lady?” He growls, the question coming off as more of a warning.
“Not at all,” I reply with fake sweetness, my smile not reaching my eyes and my lips twitching at how badly they wanted to frown.
The man rolls his eyes, similar to how I did to him a few moments earlier, and grumbling incoherently.
“Well that guy’s an asshole,” a voice I recognize mutters behind me.
I turn towards the voice, my suspicions of it being Theo correct. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans, his hood up to cover himself from the droplets of water slowly pouring down from the sky.
I nod my head vigorously at him, rolling my eyes for the second time. “Can’t see,” I explain, motioning towards the group of people crowding the bleachers in front of us with umbrellas in hand.
“You’re a shorty, that’s why,” he laughs, reaching out his hand and messing up the strands of hair I took an hour making look perfect.
My eyes go wide at his action, my jaw dropping slightly. “You did not, Raeken,” I mumble through deep breaths.
“What?” He asks, playing dumb, suddenly gaining interest in the two strings attached to his sweatshirt.
I push him playfully, the action barely having any affect over the boy as he just chuckles at me. The people watching the lacrosse match all suck in their breaths simultaneously, our attention being drawn back to the field.
“Ow, that was a bad hit,” a brunette girl in my chemistry class states to her freckled friend.
I scan the field quickly, hoping that it wasn’t what I was imagining. Nope, the universe hates me.
The jersey number 9 belongs to the player lying on the ground; Liam. My brows furrow, knowing that it wasn’t like him to get hit ever, and the few times that he did get hit, he didn’t take it very well.
I watch as Scott rushes out onto the field, kneeling down to Liam’s face and saying some words I couldn’t make out. They were way too far away, so I take to other methods.
“Can you hear them?” I ask to Theo, his eyes focusing in on them and his whole body tensing in concentration.
“Scott’s trying to calm him down and… the cause- is, well um…” he pauses, looking down at his sneaker-clad feet and shifting his jaw left and right.
“What?” I push, not understanding why he couldn’t give me the truth.
“It’s me-” I look at him questioningly, still not understanding. “He went down because he was too focused on us talking.”
My brows knit together even deeper, lines creasing my forehead. I know Liam had a jealousy issue, but getting angry about me just talking to another guy was bonkers. What was the issue with a friendly conversation?
“That’s crazy,” I say, then I see Scott’s eyes trail across the bleachers until landing on me, his hands motioning for me to get on the field.
Scott’s lips move and I look to Theo again. “Liam needs you,” he translates.
“Wha-”
“Just go,” he commands, nodding his head towards the field, where Liam is starting to get up and head off the field, presumably to the locker room.
“Okay,” I respond, getting the point, tugging my hood on tighter and saying a bunch of ‘excuse me’s to make my way through the metal stands.
Once I walk into the school, I tug off my hood carefully, taking in a deep breath and slowly walking towards the boys’ locker room.
Eventually, I reach the door, gently knocking on it and calling out Liam’s name, but there’s no answer.
“Liam,” I call again, opening the door and pacing cautiously into the room. “I know you’re in he-” I stop mid-sentence, examining the punched in blue locker.
I look around again, noticing blood stains along the tiled floor leading to where the showers were.
I follow the trail of bright red, winding the corner and finding Liam sitting under the first shower, his fists clenched and his eyes flashing every millisecond from baby blue to a golden.
“Liam,” I whisper, treading carefully because the worse thing I could do right now was to piss him off even more. His expression softens at my voice, his eyes darting to me, my jeans and converse surely drenched.
I take off my rain jacket completely, tossing it to the side and sighing, sliding down against the wall to sit next to Liam. At this point, I wasn’t worrying about me getting more wet; I was worried about Liam.
“Li, come on, just talk to me,” I gently encourage, shivering at the cold water pouring down over me. “Liam, you can’t ignore me forever.”
Without thinking, my hands wrap around his clenched fists, the tension in them diminishing at my touch. I lean my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Every second of this position was slowly unraveling his anger, his head soon resting on top of mine.
“Li,” I mumble again, through gritted teeth, the cold really affecting me now.
Liam realizes this, his eyes widening and his previous rage fully gone and being replaced with concern. “Y/N,” he says, looking up at the water still splashing down on us, then dragging me out of it with himself.
He pulls me by my wrist to his locker, the one right beside the one with the dent. He shuffles with his lock, getting the combo wrong a few times and frustration boiling up inside him again. “31-1-35.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me, trying the combination and pulling the lock down, it clicking open.
“What? How do you know th-”
“You remember at the beginning of last year, when you asked me to get your History textbook in here, for whatever reason?”
He nods his head slowly, after looking up at the ceiling to recall the memory. “But, that was like forever ago, like that happened before Scott bit me.”
I stare at him blankly. “What, I have a good memory?”
Liam smiles at me for a few blissful seconds, before realizing what he was originally doing, his jaw dropping and shuffling into his locker.
He grabs a white towel from the top shelf, wrapping it around my shoulders. “There you go.”
I smile appreciatively at him. Small things like this were the reasons why he was the one. The one who I wanted to fall in love with deeper and deeper everyday. The one who I wanted to wake up with every morning. The one I wanted to tell about every little accomplishment or issue I had, and didn’t have to worry about judgment. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And the one I was willing to risk it all for.
But, of course, this wasn’t the cliche teenage movie, and the best friend never gets to be the love interest. I loved him and he didn’t love me back. I’d always been and always will just be the best friend, nothing more. He was the one, but I wasn’t his.
My thoughts are suddenly clouded by what happened earlier, images of him lying on the turf flashing back into my mind.
“So,” I begin. “What happened out there?”
His facial expression changes from gentle bliss to discomfort in a matter of milliseconds. “Erm, well, I was focusing in on something other than the game, that I probably shouldn’t have.”
“Um, what were you focusing on?” I query, curiosity blazing through me.
He looks down at his soaked cleats, mumbling something under his breath really fast.
“You know, I’m not a werewolf, so I don’t have enhanced hearing like you do. So, I didn’t catch any of that.”
His chest and shoulders raise as he heaves in a breath, then reiterates what he just said, but slower and louder. “I was listening to you and Theo.”
“What?” I question, disbelief lacing my tone. I had to have heard that wrong.
“You were, erm, flirting with him. And i know I really shouldn’t mind that because, I mean, you’re not mine or anything, but he’s a bad guy and you deserve better, likemaybesomeonelikemeifthatsokay.”
My heart begins to pound in my chest, surely loud enough that even non-supernaturals could hear. That time, I must’ve heard wrong, because the words that just spilled out of his mouth had to be a figment of my imagination.
I must’ve been in shock for a long time, because Liam looks back up, probably wanting me to say something, anything.
“Li, I don’t know how to res-”
“No, it’s fine, Y/N. I get it you don’t like me like that, but whenever you say Li, goddamn, please can you stop that because every single time you say that I want to fucking kiss you so bad,” he interrupts me, and somehow during it, he gets closer, his hands gently holding onto mine.
I look down at our intertwined fingers and Liam follows my gaze, his eyes going wide and trying to pull away, but I stop him.
I hold onto him and his eyes look back up to me frantically. “But, I thought th-”
“Li, do you want to kiss me?” I ask, the possibility of him saying what I want him to say causing my body to gravitate even closer to him, if that was even possible.
“Yes,” he replies sheepishly, blushing a bit.
“Then do it.” And he does just that.
Without letting another second pass, he reaches out and grasps my chin, pulling my face towards his. The kiss is delicate, his lips tasting of sweat, but I couldn’t care less.
“So you don’t like Theo?” Liam asks, unsure.
“No, Li,” I answer, gouging his reaction to the nickname, which he previously declared made him want to kiss me.
He groans, licking his lips. “Now, you’re just saying it to mess with me.”
“Li, why didn’t you kiss me sooner?”
“I didn’t know you liked me back.”
“That’s what I thought, Li.”
“Fuck, stop doing that.”
“Li, Li, Li, Li,” I laugh, as his face morphs into playful anger, a smile plastered on his face.
“You’re so gonna get it, Y/N,” he yells. I run away, still laughing, dropping the towel somewhere on the tiled floor behind me.
Strong arms hug me from behind, Liam picking me up and swinging me around as I kick my legs up in the air like a child. After a while, he drops me back down. I turn around to face him and stand on the tip of my toes, grabbing the side of his face in my hand and planting my lips on his.
Being short had its hurdles, but this one, I didn’t mind. I finally had the one and somehow, I was his.
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