Whatever Stella said, Liam was still going to worry that his room smelt too much like ‘boy’. By now, he didn’t really notice it himself, especially having lived on top of four other boys for almost five years, but he’d had complaints. Girlfriends, friends, his mum. There wasn’t much he could think to do, but what he could, he did, which really ended up being lighting a candle of pinewood or some similar scent. To be frank, he hadn’t checked thoroughly, as he mostly reached into his candle stash and just pulled out the first one he touched.
Liam’s worries of his room’s smell probably were a projection of other types of worries, namely, the fact that he and Stella didn’t know each other all that well. Of course, in almost any relationship, there was a point where the people involved didn’t know each other well, but Liam dreaded that part. It tended to be awkward and like walking on eggshells. That was probably why he was so happy when he didn’t have to go through that with Zayn.
Nonetheless, he knew that he could push through whatever weirdness came from getting to know a person. To pass the Time before Stella got to his room, Liam grabbed his DS and began playing on the sitting room’s sofa, and if he had any doubt about having Stella see him playing about like a little kid, they were washed away in the pokemon gym battle he was acing.