Lirry Stayne One Shots

The Move

Harry moves in with Liam...

By tmomsen8 on LiveJournal

I was used to living with Louis. We had fun together. Living with Liam didn't seem like any fun at all. The guy doesn't even drink.

Don't get me wrong, Liam's one of my best friends. And when he offered to let me stay with him for a while I was relieved. But after thinking about it, things were going to change, and I wasn't sure agreeing to live with "daddy direction" was the right decision.

October 26, 2012

"Sure that's everything?" Liam asked me as he helped move some more of my boxes into his house.

"Yup." I responded flatly.

I knew I should be happy that Liam was helping me, but at this moment in time I just wasn't up for his kindness. More importantly I should be thankful that I had somewhere to live - after my supposed best friend Louis made it clear to me that he was ready to move in with his girlfriend and kicked me out. Okay, so he didn't exactly kick me out, I did kind of offer, but still. It hurt. I was used to living with Louis. We had fun together. Living with Liam didn't seem like any fun at all. The guy doesn't even drink.

Don't get me wrong, Liam's one of my best friends. And when he offered to let me stay with him for a while I was relieved. But after thinking about it, things were going to change, and I wasn't sure agreeing to live with "daddy direction" was the right decision.

He probably only offered because Danielle had just dumped him and he was lonely, or something. Who knows? I mean, me and Liam have never been close so I was a bit surprised when he offered but I wasn't going to say no.

A ping of guilt ran through me when Liam walked by and smiled. Why did he have to be so God damn nice? I could tell already this was going to be torture.

November 5, 2012

"You okay with this?" He asked me as I took a seat next to him on the couch.

"Uh huh." I responded, barely paying attention.

We were watching some boring nature show. Survivor man or some shit. I had no idea, but it

didn't matter. Like every other night that week I had been stuck here with Liam. This was what we ended up doing on Friday nights. No parties, just boring TV shows. Okay, so he had asked me what I wanted to watch, I guess that was pretty nice of him, but he was already watching this and I didn't have the heart to be rude. To be honest I didn't even want to watch tv, but I would never say anything to Liam about it. After all, I was living in HIS house. I wanted to be grateful towards him, but it just wasn't the same. It had been a few weeks and I still didn't feel completely comfortable living here. I mean, sure, on the outside things would seem perfect. Liam cooked. He cleaned. He was completely respectful and kind. But I still felt like a guest.

"I'm gonna make some popcorn... you want some?" Liam asked me. He smiled that dorky smile at me and once again I felt bad for thinking anything negative about him.

"Sure, thanks." I said back, a smile on my face. As he got up he threw me a blanket from the other end of the couch. Okay, so maybe living with him wasn't that bad.

November 20, 2012

"Hey! You better share some of that!" I yelled at Liam as I scooted closer to him on the sofa. He was hogging all the popcorn. "And turn it up while you are at it!"

I looked at my roommate and smiled. It had been almost a month since we'd been living together and I had to admit, it was a lot more fun than I had originally anticipated. Maybe I had judged the boy too harshly, he wasn't that bad. After feeling a bit more comfortable here I had had a few people over; I guess you could call it a party, and Liam had actually had a decent time. Okay so, he didn't drink, but he still had fun. He danced and laughed with us. I felt pretty guilty judging the guy. Before I had always kind of thought of him as the party pooper. I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did.