One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Liam Imagine for @LiamssPrincess

Liam Imagine for @LiamssPrincess. You guys should really check out her Imagines and other works. She's an amazing writer and she's realllllllyyyy nice!!! :) Hope you like it, Natasha.

Natasha's P.O.V

Where the heck is Liam?! He said he'd be home two hours ago! I gave up pacing the living room of our flat before plopping down on the couch and turing on the television. I watched reruns of Friends, me and Liam's favorite TV show, for another hour before I finally heard the door knob jiggle and finally opened.

I stifled a yawn and, despite my immense exhaustion, shot straight to my feet to face Liam. "Hey, Natasha," Liam smiled, walking over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. Before his mouth could reach mine, I placed my hand on his chest and stopped him from moving any closer.

"Where have you been?" you asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

"Studio with the boys like I said," Liam told you, confusion still flickering in his eyes.

You surveyed his chocolate brown eyes with yours. "Breathe on me," you commanded.

"Baby, I don't really see-," he started to protest but you cut him off.

"Breathe, On. Me." Liam rolled his eyes and gently breathed on your face. You sighed. Just as you thought. "You drank again," you stated, crossing your arms.

"It was just a drink, Natasha. It's fine. All the other boys were having one and I said, what the hell and drank one too. No big deal."

"So suddenly it's alright for you to randomly drink and come home three hours late?!" you yelled, anger suddenly overcoming you.

"Relax, Natasha. Who do you even think you are anyway to tell me what I can and can't do?!" he yelled back. You tried telling yourself that it was the drink talking, but the definace in Liam's eyes told you different. Ever since Liam's second kidney was fixed, he's been drinking more and more and spending extra time with the lads. Almost ignoring you. He's been coming home late and then crashing, only to have to wake up early the next day for work. And Management wasn't exasctly lenient on giving days off to the boys.

"I'm your girlfriend, Liam!! I was worried about you! I didn't know where you were! You should've called!" you screamed, whacking his arm a bit.

"Well, you're not acting like one! You're acting like an overprotective bitch!" Liam retorted. You gasped and tears started to blur your vision. "Yeah! Go ahead and cry! Be a baby!" Liam shouted. You shook your head. This was not the Liam you fell in love with.

"Shut up, Liam! I swear, I'll leave right now if you don't get your act together!" you screamed, tears streaming ddown your face.

"Go ahead! I don't care if you leave! You're worthless to me anyway!" You cried harder and grabbed your phone and a jacket, running to the door. You turned back to Liam right before running out of the flat. "I just wanted to be with you," you murmured.

You ran down the hallway and into the lift and pressed a random button, crying the whole way down. You sunk to the floor, your back against the wall, your face between your knees. The doors dinged and opened. "Natasha?" a voice asked. You looked up and saw a mess of curly hair staring down at you. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, sliding down the wall next you you, sticking his foot in the elevator door's path so it wouldn't close.

"Liam," you sobbed. Harry sighed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"I knew something was off when he said he wanted a drink. Come on, love. We'll go to my flat upstairs," he said, gently tuggling me to my feet and pushing another button. Harry wrapped me in his arms the whole way there, allowing me to weep into his shirt. Harry had been my best friend since grade four. He was actually the one who introduced me to Liam.