I :) hate :) myself :) but here it goes: "Just... be with me. Please?" -- Lilo OR "He will never be you." -- Also, Lilo. :3
aaah this is the first time i’m writing something romantic that- isn’t ziam or larry so. i hope i get the dynamics right omfg. thank you jasera, i hope i don’t let you down. or doque. lmao.
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‘Just....be with me. Please?’
And okay, nothing has ever surprised Liam more than what Louis just said, so honestly, the full three minutes he takes to reply is understandable.
‘I-what?’ Alright, maybe taking three minutes to say that is a little too much.
Louis sighs, dropping down on the desk next to him, gesturing to Liam for him to take a seat too.
Liam sits.
‘So. By ‘be with me’ I’m guessing you understand that I mean ‘be my boyfriend, let me hold your hand and kiss your face’, right? I mean, you wouldn't be this- stunned if you misunderstood what I’m trying to say?’
‘Um.’ He gulps. What is happening? ‘Yeah, I think I got that, Louis.’
‘Right. So, you’re gonna have to give me an answer, mate. Positive or negative, but, please, just tell me.’
Liam swallows a few times, eyes trained on Louis’ shoulder because looking at him is a bit stressful right now. Gone is the playful glint in his eye, the permanent twitch in his lips. His expression is serious, too frowny, too contemplative, too scared.
He knows he needs to give Louis an answer. And he knows what he wants to say, because there hasn’t been one night- or day- since he started uni that he hasn’t thought of this rugged, mischievous boy with his bulging biceps and soft eyes. He wants to say yes, it’s just-
‘I thought you hated me?’
Louis rolls his eyes. ‘I do. You’re always stopping me from getting myself, and others-people who deserve it, Liam, into trouble. You stop me from having fun-’
‘Only when it’s too dangerous!’
‘-but. I’m also a bit- a bit- in love with it all. With you. I love that you care, even though I’m always teasing you about everything under the sun. And I love that you see me as much more than what I am. I’m not as good of a person as I think you think I am, but. I love that you think that anyways.’
Liam feels a bit breathless, but he manages to squeak out an ‘Okay.’
Louis raises his eyebrows, cautious about raising his hopes too soon.
Liam nods, smiling. ‘I’m okay with being with you. And holding hands and having you kiss my face. And other stuff.’
And then there’s a maniac grin spread over Louis’ face.
Liam pales. ‘No handjobs in class, Louis, don’t even think about it.’
Louis pouts.
‘No way, Louis, we’re already sitting locked in a classroom and missing out on lab period because we were fighting during physics. I refuse to get blacklisted, especially because of a handjob, gosh. Imagine the teachers explaining that to my parents. No, Louis.’
Louis rolls his eyes before leaning forward and pressing his lips against Liam’s. Liam is so sure he’s never experienced anything as magical as this.
send me a prompt!
