Liam Payne Imagines

It was never your fault

The wedding was an amazing event. Maybe the only problem was that I didn't know anyone, except the groom of course. I'd met my friend Raj in my freshman year of college and we'd been tight ever since. Unfortunately, recently, we hadn't had much time to see one another, because he'd moved. This meant that our friend pools had become larger and less intertwined.

The wedding was lovely and I'd been having a great time so far. I'd danced with a couple of people, and some of the alcohol was starting to set in, making me feel a little warm and dizzy.

I got on the dance floor again, twirling around happily. The white flowers and pink balloons spun in my vision. I could hear people laughing and cheering. Suddenly someone bumped into me, and I came to a halting stop, almost falling over. A strong arm grabbed me before I totally collapsed. When I opened my eyes, my vision was still spinning, but I could make out a familiar face.

"Liam!" I gasped. Liam's strong arms were holding me tightly, and I was looking up into his eyes. Just like in a movie or some shit. I closed my eyes, and reopened them, no this wasn't a dream it was Liam.

"Y/N," he said softly, almost painfully. He set me upright. I still felt dizzy, but all the world around me felt like it'd stopped. Liam was the only thing not going hazy.

"W-when did you get here?" I asked, feeling my heart stutter.

"I-I've been here since the start," he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I never, I mean, I didn't see you," I struggled to talk normally. All the thoughts, all the memories were crashing around me like glass bottles, the shards piercing me.

"No, well I didn't see you either," he sounded breathless.

"Well I, it's nice to um," I tried to speak normally, I really did, but seeing him was hurting more than I thought it would. I couldn't stand here any longer, just pretending it was okay. In fact, I was beginning to feel a bit nauseous, with the spinning and the damn alcohol.

"I need to go," I said immediately and ran to the bathroom. I couldn't believe I was about to puke all over these fancy toilets. I heaved, emptying my stomach.

"You damn lightweight," I criticized myself in the mirror, trying to make my watering eyes look less awful. I sniffed, wishing they had mouth wash or something here to mask the smell. I walked out of the bathroom, and there was Liam wandering around the hallway. I sighed dramatically. I should've known his kind heart wouldn't have just let me run off and not checked up on me.

"Liam, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to be cheerful, though I still felt a bit unstable.

"I came to see if you were okay," he said earnestly. "You were green!"

"I'm fine," I said a bit tersely. However, when I glanced at the genuine concern in his eyes I softened.

"Does my hair smell like puke?" I asked worriedly. Liam bent down, as though he were going to kiss my neck, but instead inhaled. It was hard not to let my eyes flutter shut.

"You smell lovely," Liam said in a deep voice, withdrawing a bit from me. His jaw briefly brushed mine, and soon we were eye to eye. Only a few centimeters apart, it would take so little effort to kiss him, so I did.

I felt like I was traveling back in time. The old butterflies swirled through my stomach. Shadows of memories played on the edge of my vision. The two of us, laughing at a movie, tickle fights, kissing in the rain, gently cuddling on winter mornings. I broke the kiss with a gasp like I'd been hurt.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked immediately. I walked away a bit, as though being in his presence was too much. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that!"

"No, it was all me," I said as I rested against the wall, feeling like an idiot as my eyes welled with tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked coming closer.

"I just," I bit my lip trying to fight back the emotions. "I just miss you so damn much."

"What?" Liam said, obviously shocked, but immediately followed it with, "I miss you too!" He looked at me for a moment and then spoke again," we should get back together."

I gave him a withering glance. He didn't understand, did he? He couldn't just say that.

"Liam we can't," I said simply and tried to move back to the party.

"Well, why not?" Liam snapped

"Because I broke your fucking heart, Liam! I'm not healthy for you! As much as I wish I was!"

"What are you on about?" He demanded.

"You think I didn't check up on you?" I demanded. "You think I didn't keep alerts on, and read your statuses, and listen to your voicemails?" He looked a bit stunned obviously he'd thought I'd just forgotten about him and moved on.

"Well I did, I checked up on you every day, and I saw," I took a shuttering breath in. "I saw how much pain I put you in, and I swore I would never do it again."

"But," Liam said confused. "It was my fault, I abandoned you, I'm the one who was distant, and rude, and then thought I could make it all better by proposing."

"Your fault," I practically gasped. "It was never your fault. I was awful, I accused you of cheating when nothing was happening, then I refused your proposal!"

"Y/N," Liam said softly coming closer.

"It was all my fault!" I said again, sure he was going to extol my virtues.

"No, I didn't cheat," he admitted with a sigh. "But I might as well have with how often I was away. I barely spent any time with you, and when I did I was grumpy or tired. You didn't deserve that." Liam's soft voice was so comforting. I wanted to believe him, I wanted to say everything was okay.

"Please, Y/N, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a whole year, and it seems like you feel the same."

"I'm poisonous," I felt tears fall down my cheeks.

"No," he mumbled softly, so close his lips were almost moving on mine.

"Everyone says so," I say now, as he smoothed down my hair. "The fans, the tabloids, even my parents hated me for what I did to you."

"They're all wrong, they don't know the full story, because you're too nice to tell them how I acted."

"You weren't to blame," I tried to say.

"Y/N," he spoke so softly. "Do you want this?"

"M-more than anything," I breathed.

"Then let's do it again, we'll be stronger than ever," Liam persuaded.

"You promise?" I asked.

"I promise," he said and his lips met mine for the second time that night. He tasted so good, so familiar. This time, the kiss wasn't bittersweet, just wonderfully sweet and succulent. I was in heaven as I wrapped my arms around him.