A blurb on Niall or Liam cuddling with me would be nice, they just seem like good cuddlers, dont you think? What ever why you put the Blurb will be fine. You are Wonderful, Thanks!!
Liam's kind of like, he's a private kind of person. Though his love for you is obvious cause' his hands are always occupying the spaces of yours in public and whenever someone mentions your name during a conversation, no matter what angle, his dark chocolate eyes are the centre of a smitten expression finished with the accompaniment of a smile on his lips which is so bashful. But it's when you's are at behind closed that Liam's body gravitates to yours like a magnet. Cause' your hunger stricken stomach is the reason why you're pacing around the kitchen and gathering whatever ingredients can be stacked between yesterday's bread. But Liam's physically distracting because he slightly beats you in height, just enough that his heavy arms are disabling to your movements as he armors over your shoulders. And you can't not let the timid smile sneak over your lips. ("You know, you make it really difficult to make a sandwich." "You make it difficult to leave you. Ever. Even if it's for five minutes to make a sandwich.") And then there's the hugs where Liam's trying to reassure you. Like pacing around his bedroom, your steps are unfamiliar in a pair of heels you haven't acquainted the soles of your feet with. But you have a job interview that also sees your nerve-riddled stature donned in a sleep blazer. And Liam can only watch you almost work yourself into a panic attack before he sits his stature on the foot end of the bed. And his elbows are hooked around your waist as his chest press into your stomach, the only tranquility you can sense in the entire situation is his warm pupils looking up to you. ("Babe. Breathe." "You're squishing, I can't." "You can. Like you can get this job." "I can." "Say it again." "I sound like Barack Obama or something." "Yes (y/n). We can!") But the best hugs are after one of his concerts. Cause' his cologne isn't as strong as it initially was. It's kind of been tainted by the beads of sweat that vaguely appear over his skin but it makes the warm scent he always leaves on the case of your pillows. And nine times out of ten, you're standing with your back turned, unexpecting before his fingers prod just under your rib cage to make you almost jump from the ground itself. That slight jump gives Liam the chance to spin you around, before his lips are pressed against yours. Not in a kiss but not just hovering. He just has this infectious smirk cause' you're actually here and he can feel your features instead of looking at them through the virtuality of a facetime call. And honestly exhilarated Liam is the best type of hug-giver. ("You liked?" "I loved." "Loved?" "Loved it." "I love you here." "I love me here too.")













