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Home:Chapter 5

A/N: Thanks for reading this guys it means a lot! And this one's long too so I hope you like it. Feedback please?! 

Liam’s POV

  It’s been a month since Harry and I started dating, and can honestly say I’ve never been happier. It’s cliché yeah, but it’s true. What are you supposed to say when you’re in love. Yep, you heard, well rather read, right, the word love is right there. Except I haven’t had the guts to tell Harry yet. How am I supposed to? Don’t even look at me like that, it’s not as easy as it sounds. ‘Oh just tell him it’ll be fine.’ Yeah try telling him you love him when you have no time.

  There’s never been the right moment to do it. We’re always busy with stuff for the new album and I’m nervous as it is. It’s not something you can just say and if he doesn’t feel the same way just be like ‘haha I was just kidding.’ No, it’s out there and you can never take it back. I feel like I’m writing in a diary, these stupid thoughts. I feel like I’m talking to myself. Haha I’m insane, yay!

   I stood there for 10 minutes just thinking. I’m supposed to go out with Harry tonight and I’m standing here talking to myself. It was like in one if those tv shows where your reflection in the mirror starts talking to you and then you can’t shut up. And you hate to admit it but the mirror you is the right one.

  I really need to tell him. But then I start to think, is one month too early for all this? I don’t know, I’m so conflicted. ‘Just tell him you nut,’ my mirror self says. ‘No, I can’t it’s too soon, isn’t it?’ I think. ‘Not if you love him it’s not.’ Mirror self is much too wise and I want to kick his ass, too bad he’s just my imagination.

  I finally walk away from the mirror. I had had enough; I was being stupid. Mirror self was right, it’s not too soon if I love him. Now I just have to figure out when to tell him. When I pick him up, when I drop him off, during dinner, after dinner, during desert, or? Or. I don’t know this is all too much. I hate this.

  I stand in front of my closet like I had just a month ago trying to figure out what to wear. We weren’t doing anything extravagant. Just dinner at an average restaurant that we both loved and walk around the  city and to the park for a little ice cream. It was, for some reason, our favorite thing to do. Just a stroll in the park holding hands and if anyone saw we would have to let go because we hadn’t come out yet, that was hard enough. We just weren’t ready for all that yet, and that would be our biggest test: could we handle all the crap we would get. Me, for ruining ‘Larry’ and him for… Lord knows how you could hate that boy, he’s perfect.

  I escaped my thoughts again and finally found something to wear: my red polo shirt that Harry loves, jeans, and my white converse. I styled my damp hair as best as I could and walked out of my bedroom. I checked myself in the mirror in the hall once more to make sure I looked somewhat decent. There’s no way you can compete with Harry looks wise. He’s stunning, even though he refuses to believe it. Those green eyes that always hint to blue in just the right light. The way his waves caress his face so it shows off his face in the perfect way. He doesn’t see it and he’s crazy.

  I grab my car keys and wallet off the counter and walk out the door. I get in my car and put cut the radio on but there’s nothing good on so put in one of the mix CDs that I had made when I was bored. And of course that song had to come on. The one song that was again telling me that I needed to tell him how I feel.

   Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And everything you do,

Yeah, they were all yellow.

I came along,

I wrote a song for you,

And all the things you do,

And it was called "Yellow".

So then I took my turn,

Oh what a thing to have done,

And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin,

Oh yeah your skin and bones,

Turn into something beautiful,

You know, you know I love you so,

You know I love you so.

  I listened to the rest of the song before I drove out of the driveway. That was the final hint I needed. I had to tell him, and it had to be tonight. If I didn’t I would explode. I drove the rest of the way to Harry’s house to get him, no radio or music, I needed to think.

  I drove up Harry’s driveway, parking behind his car.  I hesitated for a second, but then got out. I walked up to the door, knocked, and waited for him to answer. “Just a second!” he called and I could hear him running, probably trying to find his shoes. He finally opened the door to reveal himself and he looked amazing. He was wearing a black t-shirt, the one I loved, and tight blue jeans. He let me in and gave me a quick kiss.

  “Sorry I can’t find the shoes I want.” He said, still rummaging through the closet by the door.

  “Which ones are you looking for, I’ll help you.”

  “My white converse.” He stated, starting to get aggravated.

  “Did you check your room?” I asked, he probably hadn’t even looked in there. His bathroom was connected to his bedroom and knowing him, he just overlooked them. I could tell he had showered, just as I had. His hair still looked a little damp, but still looked amazing.

  “No.” He said blushing and then a smile creeped on his lips. We both just stared at each other for a second then raced to see who could get to his room first. It was like bumper cars all the way down the hall; him pushing me into the right wall the I pushed him into the left. This was our relationship, playful but not to any extreme where we got hurt. Harry got there first slipping on his shoes. He was looking down, still tying his shoe when I came in. “Hey, I didn’t even notice you were wearing yours!” he exclaimed then jumped into my arms and kissed me all over my face. He was so cute sometimes.

  “Yeah, I was gonna say something, but I thought it’d be cute if we matched.” I said blushing a little.

  “Aww, Li bear that’s so adorable!” he said just as excited as he was before and kissed me again before I put him down. We’re the same height but he still liked to just jump into me and wrap his legs around my upper thighs.

  We walked out of his room and into the living room. He grabbed a jacket out of the closet and I knew I had forgotten something. “Shit, I forgot my jacket.” I said. It was getting towards the end of October and it was starting to get cold.

  “Here just take mine, babe. Are you sure you wanna get ice cream after dinner, it’s starting to get cold.” Harry said as I took the jacket from him.

  “I could eat ice cream all year, but if you don’t want to we don’t have to.”

  “No, if you want it then we’ll get it.”

  “No, if you think it’s too cold we can get some hot chocolate or something.”

  “I can tell you really want ice cream so we’ll get ice cream.”

  “And I can tell that… wait are we really having a fight about whether or not to get ice cream?” I asked and started to giggle.

  “Apparently so,” Harry said and started to giggle with me.

  “How about we get both.” I said compromising.

  “Sounds like a deal.” He said as we both slipped on the jackets in our hands. I reached the door and opened it for him. “Shall we?”

  “Always a gentleman,” Harry said and walked out the door waiting for me so he could lock it. We walked to my car, got in and headed out to eat.

    Harry’s POV

  The car ride to the restaurant was quiet except the radio in the background. We’d sing along if a song that we liked came on. It was a nice quiet though; it gave me some much-needed time to think. At first all I could think about was how good Liam looked in that shirt. I wanted it off but we were in the car so the only thing I could do was tell him how good he looked. “I forgot to tell you back at the house that you look really hot, no sexy, you look sexy. You would wear that shirt, you know I can’t stand when you wear that shirt cause it only makes me wanna rip it off you.” I was rambling now and he was just smirking, smirking! At me! Who did he think he was? Whatever he could wear that shirt all he wanted I didn’t care, I still wanted to rip it off him though.

  “Well I think you’re nuts, but thank you. You look amazing as always.” he said. I don’t know how he couldn’t see he was gorgeous, much too good looking for me.  He never believed me though. I don’t think he notices how many people flirt with him and I want to punch them all but I can’t.

  “Thanks baby, and I’m not nuts, you’re crazy, or blind. I don’t know but you’re gorgeous you know.”

  “I think we see what we want to see. I don’t think I’m anything compared to you, but you don’t think you’re anything compared to me. What I see and what you see are completely different. I wish I could see what you see but I don’t. And I wish you could see what I see because you would see that you’re so much hotter than I am and I really don’t deserve you.” He looked at me and smiled a little and my heart just filled with love for him. He is so wise for only being 6 months older than me and I really admire him for that.

  After that we didn’t talk, just enjoyed our little radio filled silence. Sometimes that’s what you need in these situations and in any relationship. A little quiet never hurt anyone. Too much quiet was when things started to go wrong.  I began thinking back to one of my previous thoughts. ‘My heart filled with love for him.’ Do I really love him? Yes, yes I do. It’s different this feeling and it feels good. But when do I tell him? Later, I’ll tell him later. That way I can think about how I want to tell him.

  He’s not one for spontaneity. He likes plans, some of the time. I try to tell him to be more spontaneous. The couple times he was were some of the best dates we ever had. I kissed him on the cheek, and I swear he lit up. His eyes were sparkling and that always made me smile.

  Apparently we weren’t going to the Italian restaurant we had planned on because he passed right by it. Was he trying to be spontaneous for me? I smiled at the thought but decided to ask him just in case. “Are we not going to the Italian restaurant?”

  “Nope,” he smiled and then kept driving.

  “But you said…wait are you being spontaneous? God I love this!” and started to just enjoy the ride.

  After about 10 more minutes I finally figured out where he was taking me. That amazing pizza place. The pizza is really good and the service was always great, and why he chose to take me there I have no idea. But I loved this side of him.  I smiled and looked over at him and he was smirking, again.

  “Liam James Payne this is the sweetest thing you have ever done!” I exclaimed as I got out of his car. I hated fancy dinners and stuff. I’m a boy who loves pizza and junk food, which Liam hated only a little, because pizza was his weakness. This was also where we had one of those really fun dates and ended up passing out on his couch until the next morning from being so exhausted.

  “Well let’s go in then.” He said and followed behind him. We ordered our pizza and just talked like we always have.

  Time passed and we finished our pizza and were now headed to the park to just walk around. We ended up getting just ice cream, the evening proving not to be too unbearable. Liam lead me to our normal spot where we sat, right under a big oak tree that if you slid just far enough from under the branches you could see the stars. We sat there for a while eating our ice cream and listening to the sound of the wind combined with the rustling of the leaves and people talking.

  “Haz you got a little something on your face.” Liam said and began to lick his thumb to lick it off. As I turned my face he smeared his ice cream all down my cheek and it was freezing.

  “Oh you wanna go there,” I said and he shot up and ran around the tree like a little kid. He was giggling profusely and I couldn’t help but join in with him. I chased him around the tree for a good 5 minutes before tackling him to the ground with a thud. I took my ice cream and dipped his nose in it and laughing. He was smiling his unbelievable smile that makes him squint his eyes and you can’t help but smile along with him. “You okay, we hit the ground pretty hard.”

  “Yeah I’m fine, I’ll probably have a bruise on my arm, but I’m fine.”

  I got off of him and sat next to him to examine his arm. “Aww I’m sorry baby here let me kiss it.” He lifted his shirtsleeve and pointed to where it hurt and made a little pouty face. God he’s adorable and sexy all at the same time. It’s no wonder I fell for him so fast. I kissed his arm and trialed kisses all the way up to his lips. “Can I tell you something?” I asked, a bit more nervous than I thought I would be.

  “Of course you can, you know that baby.” he answered, kissing me on the forehead and bringing me into his arms. I cuddled into his side, not caring at this point who saw. It could be all over some shitty magazine and I wouldn’t care, so long as I could get this out.

  I pulled away and I could see the disappointment in his eyes. “Don’t look like that you make me sad when you do that!”

  “But I wanted you cuddle with me,” he pouted. Oh fuck you Liam and your adorableness. I really need to learn how to not give in to him, I guess now’s as good a time as any.

  “I will don’t worry, but I need to look at you for this.” I started. “Look, you don’t even have to say anything, you can even hate me after this. It’ll hurt yeah, but I’ll learn to deal. And you don’t even have to say it back but I just need to get this out because I…”

  “I love you too,” I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear and it took me a moment to realize what he had said.

  “Wait, what?”

  “I said,” as he cupped my face, “I said I love you too.”

  “Liam! I was gonna get there I swear but… really?!” he nodded and I slammed myself into him and kissed him really hard. “Can I just say it, I mean since I was interrupted” I said in as sassy a tone I could get. He just shook his head and said of course. “Liam James Payne,” I started. I’m not one for dramatics, but he had cut me off so I was gonna play this up. “I not only love you, but I’m in love with you. If that makes sense…” I trailed off and he just kissed me again.

  Lord knows I love this boy too much because I didn’t even care that he had interrupted me again. I was just glad I wasn’t the only one. Unfortunately he broke away but it wasn’t just for air, he had something to say.

  “I, um, I was actually gonna tell you that I love you too. But you beat me to it. And I was just as nervous as you were but I’m glad it’s out now cause I’ve never been happier…”

  “Just shut up and kiss me.” I said and with that we were kissing again this time a passionate battle for dominance ensued and it was… It was amazing to kiss the boy you love and not care in that moment who sees you or what happens next because all that matters and the two of you.

  We finally decided to give it a rest for a bit. We didn’t know if anyone had seen us, nor did we care, but we decided to look at the stars. They’re so beautiful in the clear night sky especially when you’re with the most important person in your life. My head was resting on Liam’s chest and I could hear his heartbeat, the steady thump, thump, thump was very soothing.

  I had at some point fallen asleep because I was now in my bed, with Liam next to me; the sunlight beginning to shine through the curtains. I looked up to see my beautiful angel still asleep. I rested my head back on his chest and drifted back to sleep, but not before whispering “I love you.”    

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Home: Chapter 3

A/N: I think this is a bit short, sorry. Please give feedback, I want to know what you guys think

Liam climbed out the shower; towel wrapped around his waist, and came to face his closet.  He wasn’t exactly sure what to wear; he also wasn’t sure why he didn’t know what to wear either.  He decided on jeans and his favorite light blue t-shirt.  It was tight and it was to make Harry notice him somehow. Even though he didn’t need Harry to notice him; he already had him, but he wanted to make sure Harry knew he was Liam’s and no one else’s.

  Liam saw his phone light up with a text from Harry. He picked it up and read the message: “Hey babe, I’m coming to get you; want to talk to you before we meet the guys.”

  Okay, what in the world? Was he having doubts? This didn’t sound good. So he shot him a quick reply: “Ok love, see you in a bit.”

  He was worried as he put on his clothes, trying to figure out what exactly Harry wanted to talk about. More thoughts of negativity swarmed his brain. ‘No,” he thought. ‘Harry said he wants this just as much as you do, stop being ridiculous.’

  Harry had texted Liam that he had finally arrived and Liam got more nervous than he was before. He began pacing back and forth, dragging his feet while doing so. Liam walked back and forth across the floor for a few minutes while waiting for Harry. He figured he should at least stop dragging his feet as he might wear a hole in the floor. 

  Harry knocked on the door and Liam was hesitant to answer. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ he thought to himself. He went and opened the door to a smiling Harry. Liam returned the smile; he couldn’t resist Harry’s smile, especially when you could see his dimple.

  Harry placed a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s lips and headed to the couch. “Come here, Li.” Harry said as Liam closed the door. Liam then walked to the couch and sat at the opposite end of the couch. Harry didn’t like this so he grabbed Liam by his waist and slid him into his lap. Liam couldn’t look at Harry, so he looked at his lap. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked tilting Liam’s chin up to look at him and kissed him for the second time that afternoon.

  “I’m afraid of what you need to talk to me about.” Liam sighed finally looking Harry in the eye. Harry cocked his head to side, quite confused. “Don’t look at me like that, you’re the one that said you wanted to talk to me.” Liam said.

  “Yeah about that…”

  “Oh God” Liam said.

  “Would you hush and let me talk, I swear you always assume the worst.” Harry stated and it was true, Liam did assume the worst most of the time. “No, I just…I wanna put off telling the guys for a little bit. I’m not ready to deal with them yet…” Harry trailed off.

  “That’s it?” Liam questioned feeling relieved. He felt stupid that he had thought it was something horrible. He knew better, but the worst always seemed to clog his mind. 

  “Yep, see you worry too much.” Harry said kissing Liam again. Liam couldn’t help but smile through the kiss. He was so happy and as long as Harry was with him, he’d stay that way.

  Liam pulled away to speak, “Okay, I was actually thinking the same thing. Plus it might be fun to have our own little secret.” Liam winked and Harry shook his head and placed a kiss on Liam’s check.

  “You’re silly,” Harry said sliding Liam off his lap and onto the couch. He stood up and reached his hand out for Liam to take. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling Liam up off the couch. They walked to the door hand in hand and kissed again before walking out the door.

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  Harry and Liam arrived at the Starbucks they were instructed to meet at. Hand in hand they walked from where they hand parked to the coffee shop. They reached the door and reluctantly let go of the other’s hand. They had agreed to keep this their little secret for a while and they weren’t planning on breaking that agreement.

  It hurt a little to let of Harry’s hand and he wasn’t afraid to admit it either. “I kinda hate that I can’t hold your hand in there.” Liam said, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

  “Who said you couldn’t?” Harry winked and Liam knew exactly what he meant. Liam just smiled that adorable smile that Harry could not handle. That smile where Liam was smiling so big that his eyes squinted and Harry found it absolutely irresistible. In that moment he wanted to kiss Liam, because let’s face it he loved kissing Liam, but he knew he couldn’t for fear of being caught.

  Harry just smiled back and then, like a gentleman, opened the door for his boyfriend. “Why thank you Haz,” Liam said and Harry patted his shoulder. They saw Louis and Niall sitting at a table, already with coffee in front of them.

  “It’s about time you two got here,” Niall piped up, turning his head. He smiled showing his braces clad teeth. They hadn’t seen each other in a few days, having some time off.

  “Where’s Zayn?” Louis chimed in.

  “I don’t know,” Harry said. “But you know Zayn, he’s always late.”

  Liam and Harry ordered their coffee and sat on the opposite side of the table from Louis and Niall. Liam remembered what Harry had said about holding his hand so he let his left hand fall to his side. Harry noticed Liam’s action and lowered his right hand to meet Liam’s left.

  They played with each other’s fingers for a little, and then finally they held hands. Liam missed this heat, even though it had only been a few minutes since their hands had last touched. This feeling was something Liam didn’t want to be without again. Harry could feel that fire that he had the first time he held Liam’s hand. He loved this feeling, more than he ever thought he could just by holding someone’s hand.

  Zayn finally strode in Starbucks, still looking half asleep. Liam and Harry quickly let go of each other’s hands. The emptiness reappeared in the pit of both their stomachs. It literally made them frown, but they had to keep this a secret.

  “Look who finally decided to show up!” Louis exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm.

  “Fuck you,” Zayn mumbled and headed to the counter to order his coffee. He came to sit next to Harry but thankfully not between Harry and Liam. Liam dropped his hand again and Harry shot him a sorrowful look. Liam just looked away and Harry began to rub Liam’s back to make him feel better.

  Louis noticed Harry looked a little sad, and the fact that he was rubbing Liam’s back was a bit odd. When did those two become so close? Louis knew that Harry always went to Liam when there was something he couldn’t handle, but Harry rubbing Liam’s back, that was weird.

  “Harry, you okay?” Louis finally asked.

  Harry was too transfixed on Liam’s perfect back to notice Louis had spoken to him. Liam was wearing an incredibly tight shirt today and Harry just wanted to rip it off and fuck him against a wall. He hadn’t noticed he was biting his lip until he jumped when he heard his name being called and had bitten down too hard.

  “HARRY!” Louis called, noticing Harry jump nearly six feet out of his skin.

  “What?!”

  “I said are you okay?”

  “Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

  “You don’t look fine mate. You sure you’re okay?” Niall asked this time, a bit concerned as well. He had also seen Harry rubbing Liam’s back and also saw Harry biting his lip. Niall noticed Harry’s eyes roaming up and down Liam’s back too. What the hell was that about?

  Zayn was still half asleep and hadn’t thought anything about what he saw. Of course he didn’t know what everyone was yelling about, it’s 1o am why couldn’t they just chill out for a minute? He saw the pondering looks of Louis and Niall and was wondering what they were thinking about. He brushed it off, because quite frankly he didn’t exactly care right now, he just wanted caffeine.

  Harry saw the stares towards himself and Liam. Of course the stares were only coming from Louis and Niall; Zayn was too busy staring at his frappuccino as if he was in love with the thing.

  Harry decided he couldn’t take these looks anymore. Agreement be damned, he wanted to hold Liam’s hand and rub his back without being stared at like he had just committed a crime. Harry whispered an ‘I’m sorry’ in Liam’s ear and before Liam could stop him Harry said only five words: “I have something to say.”

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