Imagines

Jealous Possesive (Liam AU)

If you were a cartoon, steam would be blowing out of your ears, your face bright red. You couldn't believe that he was talking to her, he knew how you felt about his relationship with her. It was over and that was it, there weren't to be any if ands or buts. You didn't talk to your ex, he couldn't handle it. Jealous Liam took over when he was mentioned so you stayed away, your relationship was worth more than a possible friendship with your ex.

But there he was, smiling and laughing as she lightly placed her hand on his arm. You bit down on your tongue to keep from screaming across the room. You weren't going to let him get away with this, not again. You were worlds more tolerant than he was but not any longer.

She reached up and whispered something to him with a devious smile. You knew that smile and what it meant. You also knew what it meant when the sides of his neck turned a faded shade of red.

Hell. No.

You already had to suffer the torture of watching him walk up the aisle together. The best man and maid of honor. Gag.

You stomped across the room, forgetting the finger foods you had been picking at on the buffet table. You didn't give a crap that it was her sister's wedding. He didn't have to spend this much time talking to her and she had no right to touch him. He was yours.

"Liam," you said as sweetly as you could manage as you put your arm around his waist. He looked down suddenly, looking ridiculously guilty as he covered his feelings with his smile. He was dead and he knew it; and you reveled in the fact that he knew how much trouble he was in.

"Sophia," he said, wrapping his around around your waist. "I'm not sure you've met my girlfriend. This is (Y/N)."

She smiled. You smiled.

"Nice to meet you," you said after half a second of awkward silence. You were dating him now and you knew you had nothing to be worried about, even if the little green eyed monster had taken control for a few select moments. "Liam, come dance with me." You looked away from her, deciding to keep any distasteful thoughts from your mind, and focused on the man you fell asleep with every night.

He nodded with a bright smile, exchanged goodbyes with Sophia, and didn't let his hands fall out of contact with your hip as you walked onto the dance floor.

You stopped and turned as you reached the middle of the dance floor where only a few little girls were dancing, pretending to be ballerinas. The bride and groom had had their first dance and we're now walking around to formally thank each guest for their attendance. He placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm in trouble aren't I?" He whispered as the two of you began to sway on the dancefloor. His skilled dance moves were never anywhere to be found when he knew he had done something to upset you.

"You were," you shrugged. "But I got over it. You're mine, and I think she knows it." You looked over his shoulder to see her starring daggers into his back. Yup. She knew.

He chuckled and kissed you, pressing his lips to your sweetly.

"I think I like this side of you." He whispered in your ear. His voice had dropped and a shiver ran down your spine as his hands dropped half an inch. "Jealous possessive is kind of hot."

You could feel you cheeks beginning to heat up at his words. Yes. You had nothing to worry about.