Liam goes out looking for trouble, instead he finds the beginning of a road that could change everything for him.
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Can You Feel My Heart? by @xCaraChimerax
"I got it this time preppy." He stares back at the tattooed boy, a little surprised at the nickname.
"I have a name, you know."
"Of course you do, so do I."
"Yeah, well it's not preppy," he frowns "It's Theo."
He looks at the boy expectedly, waiting for him to return the introduction. When the boy only shrugs and returns to his drink, he speaks up.
"..And, you are?"
"Nobody you want to know, pretty boy." he laughs, as he grabs his drink, gives Theo one more glance before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
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Punk Boy Theo 🐺
We Who Wait by @wolfenboyb
Liam is the son of a local preacher struggling to get good grades, to fit in, to live up to his father's expectations. Every spare moment is spent at the church or school, much to his best friend's annoyance. So when Mason drags Liam out to an underground all-ages punk rock show he's thrown into a world that frightens and excites him. Especially when he meets Theo, the pink haired, in-everyones-face vocalist that gives no fucks and causes trouble where ever he can. And he has a close eye on the preacher's son.
[TeenUp / 100.5k / wip]
And the spin off:
If the heavens ever did speak by @marauders-mess
Liam is sure he heard the song before. Somewhere. On someone else's voice. He doesn't remember the lyrics because he doesn't exactly has a musical ear. They are just words and a melody behind and that's all he needs to know, right?
I was asked for some more punk!Liam and flowercrown!Niall, so here it is!
"So, you ready to terrify your parents with me?"
Niall looked up at the man beside him and shook his head, swinging their clasped hands between them. "You won't scare them, Liam."
Liam snorted. "You're this sweet little bubble of colour and flowers, and I have five face piercings, almost two complete tattoo sleeves, and wear mostly black. Your parents are going to freak."
Shaking his head more, Niall released Liam's hand to wrap his arm around the brunette' middle, pressing himself into the taller man's side as they walked. "They won't," Niall assured him, directing them down the next street. "They're expecting something much worse."
"Worse?" Liam blurted out, eyes wide. "What did you tell them about me?"
Niall laughed heartily, pressing a kiss to Liam's cheek. "They've exaggerated what I've told them. They're expecting someone with a full-facial tattoo and wearing sets of brass knuckles."
Curling his arms around Niall's shoulders, Liam chuckled, "What did you tell them?"
"That you're a bit punk-y," Niall shrugged, pushing his lilac fringe from his eyes.
"And they got the impression I'm some sort of walking graffiti wall just waiting to pulverise someone?"
"Bearing in mind my parents have very little to do with anything punk," Niall reminded the brunette. "They have a son who wears flower crowns."
"All the more reason for them to be concerned about me."
Niall stopped them and turned Liam to face him. "It'll be fine. Once they're past how you look, they're gonna love you." He grabbed the front of Liam's leather jacket to straighten it out. "You can't judge a book by its cover."
Rolling his eyes, Liam sighed, "My boyfriend talks in hideous clichés."
"Sure do," Niall giggled, popping up on his toes to kiss Liam quickly. "C'mon, it's just up here." Grasping Liam's hand tightly in his own, Niall led his boyfriend past a few more properties, then up the front path of a neatly-kept house.
"Well, this is intimidating," Liam muttered as Niall rang the doorbell.
Shaking his head, Niall murmured, "Don't be so silly."
The door opened before Liam could reply. "Niall!"
"Mam!" Niall beamed, wrapping both arms around the slightly-shorter woman who swept him up into a hug.
"Come in, come in, come in," Niall's mother insisted, ushering Niall into the house. Her expression became a little less eager as her eyes landed on Liam, but she guided him through to the living room all the same. "Bobby!" she called through the house. "Honey, Niall's here!"
"I thought I heard you," Bobby grinned as he stepped into the room, hugging Niall in the same way his mother had. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Niall hummed into his father's shoulder. He pulled back when he noticed Bobby staring over his shoulder at the man behind him.
"Could you introduce us, Ni?" Bobby asked, jaw tense.
Wrapping an arm around Liam's middle, Niall explained, "This's Liam. Li, my mam Maura, and my dad Bobby."
Liam waved briefly before shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hi."
Glancing between his parents, Niall sighed, "You can relax, y'know, he's not gonna hurt anyone."
"Are you sure?" Bobby checked, raising an eyebrow at Liam.
"I told you, Nialler," Liam muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor.
"And I told you they've got an exaggerated idea of you," Niall replied patiently. "You just have to show them that you're not what they think."
"And what do we think?" Maura asked from the living room doorway.
Huffing, Liam rubbed his tattooed hands down his face. "That I'm violent? That I'm rude? That I have no respect for anyone other than myself and my drug dealer?" He rolled his eyes when Maura's mouth dropped open in horror. "I don't have a drug dealer. But the fact that you believed I do is proof enough of what you think of me."
"Liam." Niall turned to the brunette and grabbed both his hands. "Calm down, babe," he murmured. "We were expecting this, remember."
"Doesn't mean it's fun to experience," Liam mumbled.
"No, but first impressions are important. These are my parents, Li, I want them to know you."
Shaking his head, Liam laughed humourlessly, "They don't seem to want to know me."
Niall huffed out a sigh. "Don't be childish."
Liam opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it and instead lowered his eyes, flicking his tongue bar against his teeth.
"You have to see this from our perspective, Liam," Maura began carefully yet confidently. "We don't want anything to happen to our little boy, and the way you look... It's threatening. We just want to make sure our Niall's safe."
"I know," Liam sighed, rubbing his forehead with his palm. "That doesn't mean it doesn't sting when you look at me like I'm some sort of wild animal about to savage your son. I am a person, y'know. With feelings."
"We're well aware of that," Bobby replied stiffly. "We're also well aware of how fragile Niall's feelings are."
"Dad, I'm not made of glass," Niall sighed.
Niall's comment went ignored as Liam told Bobby, "I think you greatly underestimate your son's strength. He's not a china doll, he can stand up for himself."
Lightly elbowing Liam in the ribs, Niall asked, "You wanna let me, then?"
Liam shut his mouth and nodded.
"I can stand up for myself," Niall repeated. "But I like knowing I've got someone else who will, too. The only reason I met Liam in the first place was because a bunch of guys decided I was an easy target. Liam stepped in and helped me, he's not about to try and hurt me."
"I've gone a bloody long way about it if I was," Liam half-laughed.
Niall cracked a slight smile. "Six months of pretending just to get me where you want me."
"You know I haven't got the patience for that."
Laughing, Niall grabbed Liam's hand and hummed, "You definitely don't."
Maura moved to stand beside her husband, the two watching their son and his boyfriend. "Six months, you say?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," Niall nodded.
Bobby hummed, his eyes following the way Liam brought Niall's hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers. "Judge a man not by his face, but by his deeds."
Pausing for a moment, Liam asked Niall, "Does all of your family talk in idioms?"
"Yes," Niall giggled. "Where do you think I get it from?"
Liam released a long-suffering sigh that only made Niall laugh more. "I s'pose I have to get used to it, then."
"You wait," Niall grinned, pressing his lips to Liam's cheek. "We'll have you doing it, too, someday."
Liam groaned. "Please no," he whined, earning a chuckle from Maura and Bobby.
Standing up on his toes to wrap his arms around Liam's neck, Niall whispered, "I think they've decided to give you a chance."
"Good," Liam sighed in relief, securing his arms around Niall's waist.
"Come on, then, you two," Maura encouraged, waving them towards the couch. "Broaden our horizons."
xXx
Niall sat chewing his thumbnail as Liam drove them along the streets, staring silently out the window.
"What's on your mind, love?" Liam asked, petting Niall's knee as he drove. "You're really quiet and I don't like it."
Blowing out a sigh, Niall fretted, "What if they don't like me?"
Liam laughed, giving Niall's knee a fond squeeze. "Sweetheart, they'll be thrilled. I was terrified your parents would burn me at the stake, but they gave me a chance, and I think they liked me in the end. My parents have me for a son; they'll think you're wonderful."
"Surely they're expecting something... tougher," Niall sighed, gnawing on his thumb. "Like, you're all rough-looking and butch, and I spend my free time making flower crowns." He huffed out another sigh. "And my hair's lilac."
"And it's utterly adorable," Liam murmured. "Look, my parents don't want me to have a boyfriend like me. They're not actually that keen on the way I look."
"But you did it anyway?" Niall asked quietly.
"Well, obviously," Liam chuckled. "Look, I don't have quite the same relationship with my parents as you do with yours. Remember, the only reason we're seeing them is because I met your mum and dad. Fair's fair."
Watching his boyfriend silently for a moment, Niall frowned, "Other than when you organised this visit, when was the last time you talked to your parents?"
Liam sighed heavily and chewed his lip in thought. "Well... Christmas, probably. So, four months ago?"
Niall's eyebrows shot up. "Did you tell them much about me?"
"We'd only been together two months," Liam pointed out. "I didn't want to tell them too much because I was still really nervous that you'd work out how weird I am and leave me."
Tilting his head and giving his boyfriend a fond look, Niall cooed, "Your weird makes you special, though. I like your weird."
A slight smile tugged up the corner of Liam's mouth. "I know that now. But I didn't then."
"So... what do they know about me?" Niall asked.
"Your name. How old you are." Liam paused in thought. "That's about it really. They weren't that interested."
Niall felt a twinge in his heart. "Oh."
"It's not because of you, though," Liam rushed out, grasping Niall's hand reassuringly.
"No, no, but... they weren't interested in the fact you've got a boyfriend. Doesn't that... doesn't that sting a little?"
Liam shrugged one shoulder. "Nah. I mean, we don't talk much. They're happy talking to my sisters because they're 'normal', but I don't fit in so they're not sure what to do with me."
Rubbing his thumb along Liam's knuckles, Niall pointed out, "They could try loving you."
Pulling over, Liam killed the engine before turning in his seat and taking both of Niall's hands. "You're the sweetest guy I've ever met. And I think you expect people to be just as sweet, but they're not." Giving Niall a half-smile, Liam murmured, "Your optimism is admirable. You like to see the best in people." He leaned over and kissed Niall's mouth softly. "Which is why they'll love you, no matter how worried you are right now."
Niall sighed and stole a quick peck. "I love you," he murmured.
"I love you, too," Liam whispered with a grin. He straightened Niall's flower crown briefly, then turned to hop out of the car. Leading Niall up to the door, he sent the smaller man a reassuring smile before unlocking the front door and letting them in. "Mum? Dad?" he called out, kicking his shoes off.
"Living room, Liam," came the response.
Liam headed around the corner and into the living room. "Hey."
His parents looked up from the television. "Afternoon." Glancing to his wife briefly, Liam's father asked, "Are you alone, or did you bring someone to see us?"
Turning to look over his shoulder, Liam realised Niall was nowhere to be seen. "Nialler?" He took two steps backwards to see Niall still standing near the door, his thumbnail between his teeth. "Hey, come on." He held his hand out for Niall, who slowly reached out to accept it before stepping up beside Liam.
"Hello," Niall greeted quietly, lifting his free hand shortly and chewing his lip.
Both of Liam's parents sat up quickly, eyes wide and mouths opening slowly.
"Mum, Dad, this is Niall," Liam explained. "Babe, these are my parents, Karen and Geoff."
Karen rose from her seat, her eyes lighting up as she slowly approached the two young men. "Oh..." A bright smile spread across her face as she grasped Niall's free hand in both of her own. "It's... it's lovely to meet you, sweetheart," she gushed. "Gosh, you're adorable!"
Niall felt his cheeks warm and gave Karen a shy smile in return. "Um... thank you."
"Wow..." Karen whispered, finally looking up at her son. "I..." She released Niall's hand and brought both of her hands up to hold Liam's face. "I didn't have enough faith in you," she admitted, stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs.
"Come and sit down, lads," Geoff suggested, gesturing to the couch at a right angle to the one he was sitting on.
Niall followed Liam nervously over to the couch and sat as close to his side as physically possible. He watched Karen retake her place beside Geoff, her hands clasped in front of her mouth.
"Well," Geoff breathed out, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. "You're not what we expected, Niall."
Fingers curling into the side of Liam's shirt, Niall asked, "Is... that good or bad...?"
"Oh, no, honey, it's good," Karen assured him quickly. "We had abysmally low expectations. Expectations for which I think we should apologise."
"Why did you have such low expectations?" Niall asked, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.
When Karen and Geoff didn't answer immediately, Liam sighed, "Because of how I look. Because I like punk music. Because I never grew out of my 'rebellious phase'."
"That's not it, Liam," Karen protested.
"Of course it is," Liam huffed. "You thought I'd bring home someone who looks like me, swears every other word, and beats people up for fun."
"Liam," Niall murmured.
"Do you know what reaction Niall's mum and dad gave me?" Liam asked his parents. "To start, they thought I was brainless and brutish, but they gave me a chance and actually got to know me. They're happy for Niall."
"Liam," Niall repeated slightly louder, this time gaining the brunette's attention. "Calm down, babe," he instructed gently, pressing his lips against Liam's tattooed bicep, which was exposed by his black Iron Maiden T-shirt. "It's alright. Deep breath."
Liam took a slow, deep breath in through his nose, then blew it out in a sigh from his mouth. "Okay," he whispered.
"There, see," Niall murmured, sending Liam a smile.
"Yeah." Liam leaned down and kissed the top of Niall's head, readjusting his flower crown to sit perfectly.
"We've not seen this side of you before, Liam," Karen spoke carefully. "Yes, we expected you to bring someone more like you, but we were wrong to think that. The way you look after Niall... it's sweet. And it's been a long time since I thought something you did was sweet."
"He's always sweet," Niall shrugged. "From the moment we met, he's been the sweetest guy I've ever met."
"That's only because you've never met you," Liam chuckled, wrapping his arm around Niall's middle and rubbing his thumb against his hip.
With a little grin, Niall giggled, "Shut up."
"No." Liam quickly slung his other arm around Niall and pulled him into his lap, nuzzling into the smaller man's neck as he laughed, blue eyes scrunched up in delight. "You're the sweetest little thing," Liam hummed, kissing Niall's jaw.
They both looked to the sudden sound of a sniffle to find Karen wiping tears.
"Mum?" Liam frowned.
"I'm alright," she assured with a slight laugh, blowing out a steadying breath as Geoff rubbed her back soothingly. "Just... the last time you looked at anything the way you look at Niall was when you were eleven. That Woody doll we bought you when you were four." She wiped at her cheeks again as more tears spilled over.
"Liam, mate, let's go have a chat, eh?" Geoff suggested, standing and heading for the door.
"Okay." Liam pulled Niall in for a short but heartfelt kiss, then sat the smaller man on the couch and followed his father from the room.
After a minute of awkward silence, Niall cleared his throat. "Are you okay?" he asked carefully, watching Karen still wiping her eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart," Karen sighed, sniffling. "Come here." She beckoned Niall over to sit beside her, turning to face him when he did. "I haven't seen Liam so happy in a long time," she explained. "He was bullied in primary school, did you know? Always looked so down... And then he got into this punk thing and... and I felt like I lost my little boy." More tears rushed down Karen's face as she grabbed both of Niall's hands in her own. "How did you find him under all that leather and ink?"
Niall shrugged one shoulder. "He saved me from this bunch of guys who thought it'd be fun to beat me up. We went for a coffee, then a couple of dates... I didn't have to look very hard. I just treated him like a person." Watching Karen carefully as yet more tears gathered in her eyes, Niall commented, "I was always told not to judge people by their appearances. Besides, I like how he looks. It was intriguing, because I'd never had much to do with punk, but now it's... it's just my Liam."
Karen let go of one of Niall's hands to grab a tissue from the box on the coffee table, dabbing at her eyes and wiping her nose. "I was just another critic, wasn't I?" she whispered. "Another person judging his choices."
Dropping his eyes to his hands, Niall didn't answer. "Y'know... he's still got that Woody doll. It's sat on the side table on his side of the bed." He fished his phone out of his pocket and found a photo of their bedroom, then zoomed it in on the bed. "See?"
"Oh..." Karen carefully took Niall's phone and cradled it between both hands, starting down at the picture of the doll she had given her boy eighteen years ago. She sobbed, breaking down in full-blown tears.
"Hey..." Niall scooted a little closer and wrapped an arm around Karen's shoulders. "It's okay," he murmured. "Let it out. It's okay."
xXx
"So," Liam began after a long silence between him and his father, the two of them sitting on the steps of the back porch.
"So," Geoff nodded. He sighed and rubbed his hands down his face. "I've missed you, y'know."
Liam snorted and leaned back on his hands. "Really?"
"Yes." Staring out across the garden, Geoff sighed again. "You're my only son. The only idea I ever had about us was that I'd teach you things as you grew up. That we'd have a thing going where we'd watch the match together with a beer when you got old enough, we'd talk girls, we'd go down the pub together... I never got any of those things." Staring down at his hands clasped between his knees, Geoff admitted, "I felt a bit like I'd been robbed of something. I never got the chance to bond with you."
"We never would've talked girls, Dad," Liam pointed out, lying on his back and staring up at the sky, hands folded on his stomach.
"Then we could've talked guys," Geoff shrugged. "Point is, I never got to do that sort of thing with you. I felt like... I feel like I don't know you." Returning his gaze across the garden, he explained, "I was never introduced to this Liam, he just appeared and ignored me. I tried to talk to him, but he never wanted to spend time with me or have a chat... Did you know this is the first proper chat we've had since you were ten?"
Liam had to smirk. "So you're not including when you gave me the sex talk."
Shaking his head, Geoff knocked his elbow against Liam's knee. "No I'm not. You didn't really listen to that." Finally glancing back at his son's face, he mumbled, "You knew by then, didn't you? That you're gay."
"Yeah, I knew." Liam kept his eyes on the clouds. "You wanted me to be something I wasn't. You wanted me to talk to you about sex and girls and boobs... I didn't want that. I don't want that. No matter how feminine Niall can be, he's a man. No boobs, no cunt-"
"Liam," Geoff hissed.
"-no risk of getting pregnant," Liam continued, ignoring his father's protests. "He's a man. And I love him."
Looking away from Liam's face, Geoff sighed, "That's something else I always wanted to do with you." He turned to face the garden once again. "To give you dad advice."
Liam finally lifted his head. "You still can."
"It's not quite the same," Geoff smiled sadly, eyes directed towards his hands.
Sitting himself up again, Liam pointed out, "I can adopt kids. Me and Niall have talked about it before. Obviously we won't yet, but we were talking about our future together... We'll still have kids."
"Yeah." Geoff didn't move.
"Is that really what this is about? Why you didn't want to talk about Niall at Christmas? Because I can't give you biological grandkids?" Liam asked incredulously.
"No, of course not," Geoff sighed. "It's... That's part of it, I guess, but only the tiniest bit. It's an accumulation of things. But mostly..." Rubbing his hands down his face, Geoff finished quietly, "Mostly it's because I can't give you advice. That's what I always wanted to do, I wanted you to know you could come to me with anything and I could help." He shrugged one shoulder. "But I can't."
A long silence stretched between them. "You can," Liam shrugged. "I mean... You might not know much about dating a guy, but you know what it's like to be in love."
Geoff huffed out a small laugh. "Yeah, I know about that." Turning his head to watch Liam's profile, he asked, "Would you come to me with things like that?"
Liam shrugged one shoulder. "I think you're probably the best person to ask when I decide to propose to Niall." He looked to his father, their eyes meeting for the first time since they sat down.
"When you decide?" Geoff asked with a raised eyebrow and slight smirk.
"Well... I'm pretty set on marrying him someday," Liam shrugged, one side of his mouth turning upwards. "One day... And then you can have your grandchild."
Rolling his eyes, Geoff snickered, "If he says yes."
Liam shoved his father with his shoulder. "Piss off." The statement would have sounded harsh had it not been for the slightest note of fondness.
"C'mon," Geoff laughed, jerking his head towards the door. "We should go check on our better halves."
Liam felt a smile spread across his face as he stood with his father. "Niall's definitely the better half."
"Don't be so sure," Geoff replied, patting his son's shoulder solidly before leading him back into the house. The two of them came to a stop in the living room doorway. "Everything alright in here?" Geoff frowned.
Looking up from the woman crying into his shoulder, Niall nodded his head. "All good."
xXx
"Who're you texting?" Niall asked as he snuggled down beside Liam in their bed.
"My dad," Liam replied easily, snorting at the latest message.
Grinning up at the brunette, Niall murmured, "I'm so damn happy you talk to your parents again."
Liam laughed and set his phone aside before wrapping both arms around the smaller man. "Me too." He kissed the top of Niall's head, holding him close. "I've spoken more to them in the past month than I did in ten years. And it's all thanks to you."
"How so?" Niall chuckled, pressing his face into Liam's bare chest and tracing his tattoos with his fingertips.
"Well, you absolutely melted my mum," Liam laughed, fiddling with the hair at the back of Niall's head. "She was sobbing. And just having you there started the conversation I really needed to have with my dad."
"What did you guys talk about, again?" Niall smirked.
"Oh, nothing much," Liam replied airily. "Just how much I love you."
Niall made a tisk noise with his mouth. "Was that all?"
"No, we talked about how I plan to marry you someday, too."
Niall stopped. "You... Really?" he breathed.
"Well, he's the most appropriate person to tell that sort of thing-"
"No, no." Niall shuffled so that he and Liam were at eye level. "You're that serious?"
"Well, yeah," Liam chuckled. "Why...? Aren't you?" he suddenly frowned.
"No, of course I am!" Niall blurted out. "I just... You told your dad that? As one of the first things you two really talked about in years?"
Holding Niall's face between both of his hands, Liam murmured, "Sweetheart, I never want to let you go. Seeing you was what got my dad talking to me at all; I wanted him to really know how I feel about you."
Niall felt tears stinging his eyes. "I..." He swallowed hard. "You're too good for this world," he whispered.
"No, babe, that's you," Liam grinned, leaning in and kissing him. "The most perfect person on the planet," he hummed, dripping his tongue between Niall's lips as he slid his hands to the smaller man's waist.
"You shouldn't talk about yourself like that when you kiss me," Niall giggled, a tiny breathless noise leaving him when Liam suddenly pinned him on his back to the bed.
"Shut up," Liam mumbled absently, preoccupied with memorising the shapes of Niall's mouth with his tongue.
Humming, Niall pushed Liam back gently. "You know what your mum said to me that afternoon?"
Liam sighed and rolled his eyes, but shook his head.
"Opposites attract."
"Niall!" Liam groaned, rolling off his boyfriend as Niall laughed loudly. "Fuck's sake… Why does everyone talk in stupid clichés?"
"They're called 'sayings' for a reason," Niall giggled, pressing into Liam's side. "Because people say them."
Liam huffed, then looked to the man beside him. "Why do I love you so much?"
"Because I'm irresistible," Niall grinned.
Pulling Niall in and kissing the top of his head, Liam murmured, "You sure are."
Prompt: flower child!lilac!niall punk!liam Niall has to transfer schools bc he always gets picked on for mostly his flower crowns he wears. He is a bit of a nervous wreck for the first few weeks bc punk Liam doesn't stop staring at him but never talks to the poor boy. They end up being partners for something and everything eventually turns out great.
I need punk Liam gifs so that I can make a trailer for my fanfic. I've found punk gifs of all the guys with the exception only Liam. What is this? Seriously guys. All I wanting is a punk Liam that moves. So if you have a gif of him, that is punk, please share it with me. And if you know how to make punk gifs, PLEASE PLEASE make me a couple. I with dedicate a chapter on wattpad to you if you can please give me punk Liam gifs. Thank you.
“punk!Liam and lilac!flowercrown!Niall? fluffy or smutty it doesn’t matter J thanks!” -Anonymous
I´ll do it fluffy and idk some make out there too but it is pretty much fluffy.
Summary: Niall and Liam spend some time together in a cabin.
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“Are you sure you don´t need a sweater babe? It´s pretty chill” Liam said, right before closing the door of his and his boyfriend, Niall´s apartment.
“Liam, don’t worry about that! I´m alright and I know you´ll keep me warm” Niall said while fixing up his flower crown that was made of violets this time and giving a small peck into Liam´s cheek. Liam just smiled and closed the door. Niall came up with this idea of renting this cabin in the woods. He thought it would calm Liam down since his last fight at a bar a few days ago. Niall knew they had to take some time away, at least for now. Liam, incapable of saying no to his blue eyed boyfriend, said yes. Now, they were packing up for some days off.
Niall kept singing badly to love songs that were being played in the radio. Liam kept laughing at him but after a while, Niall was fast asleep. Liam kept turning his head and give small glances to his boyfriend, watching how his head was against the car window and his eyes closed. Liam couldn’t stop smiling. Few hours took for the boys to arrive to the vintage looking cabin. The cabin wasn’t located so deep into the forest and Niall made sure it wasn’t too close to any type of bar or social meeting place for Liam to get into trouble. He loved him and he just didn’t want to see Liam with blood on his knuckles or streaming down his face because of a knife cut again.
Liam got out of the car and picked up his and Niall´s bags while Niall got the keys and opened the cabin´s door.
“Need any help Li?” Niall asked, walking towards Liam.
“No need babe but could you please close the car´s door? I´ll just leave these inside” Liam answered, giving a small smile to the younger boy.
Niall returned the smile and kept walking towards the car.
The sky turned into a gray color and the clouds began to arrive. Liam was already inside but Niall decided he wanted to go for a walk. Even though Liam wanted to go with him, Niall said he was okay and he had a surprise when he returned. Liam kept staring through the window for a while now, wating for Niall to arrive. He knew the rain was coming soon.
The cabin had this old look. The living room was big but the fireplace made it look otherwise. A white carpet lay on the floor and an old radio just across the room. It gave a relaxing vibe and that was what both were looking for. The smell of pine and wood with a mixture of a vanilla that was emerging from a scented candle. There was a bathroom, a kitchen with a wooden table and a small microwave and refrigerator. It was kind of cool inside but now that drops were making races along the window glasses, it felt really nice.
Liam went outside, his eyes searching for his boyfriend, now lost out of sight. He was worried, he couldn’t keep that thought of Niall getting hurt or lost or something even worst.
“Damn it Niall…” he murmured to himself while going inside and grabbing a jacket. While he walked outside, now below the pouring rain with his black jacket now on, he heard his name.
“Liam!” he heard again. He knew it was Niall´s voice. But the rain and mist made his eye sight almost useless.
“Niall!” he screamed. He turned his head to every direction he could. The rain now starting to do its effect, Liam´s hair was completely soaked in water.
In the distance, he could see a figure. He relaxed, and closed his eyes for a while.
“Hey Li look all these daisies I found! Pretty cool heh?” Niall, with a bundle of daises and other small flowers in both hands, said while walking towards Liam, his lilac hair completely wet just like all of his clothes.
“You´re soaking wet, you went out for at least one hour, I was worried about you and you´re taking about flowers!?” Liam grunted, taking strong steps towards Niall. Niall´s smile started to fade, his small body was now contracting. Liam was now in front of him. It happened so fast, the moment he blinked and opened his eyes again, his hands where on Niall´s arms. Each of his hands, wrapped around on each arm. Niall looked smaller, weaker in front of him. Niall looked down, trying not do look at Liam while Liam did the same but looking at Niall. His small body shaking, he knew Liam was way too stronger. He trusted Liam with all his heart but at moments like this, his mind was terrified. Liam was always dangerous and he always knew it since that day they both met at that bar. Liam was just fed up with his life and Niall just happened to be there as well. Other boys were making fun of Niall´s lilac hair and the flower crown he had. Words like “fag” and “flower boy” were being said. Liam then jumped in, telling the other boys to stop. Liam´s words weren’t heard and with that, punches started. Niall knew Liam was dangerous. The tattoos, the lip piercing, the punches or the simple thought of him being in a bar. The word dangerous was around him. “But he punched that guys because of you…he protected you” Niall tells himself every time.
Liam just stared at Niall, shaking in his hands. Liam then stepped back. He realized what he did and since that moment, he couldn’t speak.
“Ni…” he started.
Niall just turned his back and walked towards the cabin. Liam just watched him go and closed his eyes and his hands were made into fist. Fuck, he muttered to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Liam soon opened his eyes and saw how Niall´s daises were now spread on the ground, the rain ruining their petals. He picked the ones that were still good and could be saved, Niall taught him how to pick flowers a while ago, and ran with them towards the cabin.
He opened the door and walked inside. His clothes were dripping, even some water got into his boots. He left the flowers on the kitchen table and took off his jacket and grabbed a towel that was nearby and tried to dry himself as much as possible. He soon realized it was impossible to dry if he had still his wet clothes. He knew he left a bag on the couch in the living room so he got into a pair of sweatpants and a black t shirt. He sat on the couch, watching how the wood burned out in the fireplace for a while. He knew he had to talk to Niall and he knew he had to apologize. He looked towards the flowers he left on the kitchen table; he knew what he had to do. He got up, grabbed the flowers and walked towards the bedroom, where he knew Niall would be.
The door was not entirely closed. Liam could see through a small crack and he slowly opened it. He saw Niall sitting on the small place that was in between the window and the wall. He was looking outside, his arms around his legs. He was now wearing dark green pants, dry socks and a grey oversize sweater. Liam started to walk towards him, the few daises in his hand. Niall looked down until he turned and saw Liam. The brown eyed boy stopped, he met does blue eyes his knees go weak for. Niall soon looked down at his hands, holding a flower crown, ruined and falling apart. Liam walked up to him and sat next to him.
“Ni…” he started.
Niall just looked down and let a small sigh.
“hey…um I got your flowers…” Liam said, showing the small bundle he had in his hand. Niall looked up and smiled. He knew he left his flowers and by that time he also knew the flowers were already ruined by the rain.
“I kinda picked up the ones that were good though…you know that time you showed me how…” Liam stated, he gave Niall a small glance, hoping he was doing the right thing. Niall was smiling, looking at the flowers Liam had in his hand.
“You remembered?” Niall said, reaching out to grab the flowers from Liam´s hand. He brought them to his nose and smelled. They still had the lovely smell. He looked up and gave Liam a smile. “Thank you”
“No, Niall listen I…” Liam started but Niall´s lips soon found his. He never knew how much he needed Niall´s lips at that moment. The kiss started slow, a small peck. Soon, Liam´s hand found Niall´s cheek. They started to come closer and closer, they knew they would never be as close as they wanted to but they knew it was enough. Niall´s kiss said it all and Liam´s lips answered Niall back. Liam went forward, forcing Niall to lie on his back. Liam put one hand beside Niall´s head and the other one was on the blond´s cheek. Soon, Liam´s kisses went down, kissing Niall on the chin, then along his jawline, then to his neck. Niall let out a small satisfied hum along with a smile. Liam again returned to his lips and Niall made sure to deepen the kiss. They could go on forever but they were out of breath. Niall´s arms were wrapped around Liam´s neck and their foreheads were against each other. Brown eyes staring at blue eyes, the love for each other were visible on each other’s eyes.
“I´m sorry baby” Liam said in almost a whisper, his voice now low and raspy. Niall just smiled and looked at him, he knew Liam was sorry. He reached out and stroke his tattooed boyfriend´s cheek, but soon Liam caught his hand on his cheek and put his face against it.
“You´re beautiful” Liam whispered, now tangling his fingers on Niall´s hands. Niall let a small giggle and kept smiling. Liam leaned and gave a small peck to his lover´s nose.
“Maybe tomorrow I´ll teach you how to do flower crowns…” the younger boy said, waiting for Liam´s answer.
“You know I can´t do them babe I´ve tried and I just fucking suck at it” Liam said with a smile. Niall started to laugh and Liam couldn’t hold it, he started to laugh too.
They were silence for a moment but Liam just leaned down and whispered into Niall´s ear “We´ll see, anything for you Ni…I love you”
Niall bit his lip and closed his eyes. A smile never leaving his face.
