One Direction Bromances

Lilo - Wonderland

**Dedicated to xninjacookielover for suggesting that I write a Lilo fic once I finished writing IISW and ICHTETIT.**

Also, just letting you know that none of the different "chapters" in this will relate to one another or to my other stories.

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“Oh come on, you’ll never know if you don’t try,” Louis insists. He puts on his best puppy face, knowing that I can’t deal with that amount of cuteness.

“Fine,” I grumble.

“YAY!” He grabs my hand and starts leading me to the other end of the amusement park. He weaves in and out of crowds, dragging me until we reach the line for the biggest roller coaster in the whole park: Leviathan.

“No way in hell am I going on that thing,” I tell him, realizing just how huge it really is. I had avoided looking at it since we got here, so I was shocked by its enormity.

“You said you’d go,” Lou pouts. He frowns at me, and I know that I have no choice but to go through with this.

“If we’re not on the ride in the next twenty minutes, I’m not going,” I warn him as I pull him into the line-up. To my dismay, the lines are moving faster than usual. It’s a school day here, I realize, mentally smacking myself.

Eighteen minutes later, I’m being strapped into my seat. I gulp as I look at the track ahead, knowing already that I’m going to regret this decision. I feel a squeeze on my left hand, so I look over and find Louis giving me an apologetic smile. I squeeze back to let him know that I’ll be okay, but then say, “You owe me for this.”

“I know,” he replies, grinning at me in that way that makes my heart race.

“If I die, I’m giving Niall all of my stuff because you’re a meanie,” I add.

“Aww, Liam, you know I would never let anything hurt you.”

I smile at the older boy, unsure of what else to say. Louis is the one person who looks out for me, whereas I’m always trying to care for everyone else. He’s protective of me, yes, but he’s also the one who is constantly trying to break down my walls.

A few minutes later, I’m in a foetal position on the ground. “I am never going to an amusement park with you, ever again,” I cry out. “That was the worst thing I have ever done.”

A pair of arms wraps around me, and I know that they have to belong to Louis, but I’m too busy trying to learn how to breathe again. I can feel myself being lifted up and carried over to a bench, where I’m gently set down. “I’m sorry, Li, I had no idea you would get sick from that ride,” he apologizes for the tenth time.

I sigh, knowing that I can’t stay angry with him for long, if at all. “It’s alright, Lou,” I mumble. After uncovering my face, I glance around to see if anybody was watching my little meltdown.

“Liam,” Louis calls, drawing my attention away from our surroundings.

“Hmm?”

“What are we?”

I allow myself to sneak a peek at his face, which is masked by an expression of nervousness. “We’re bandmates,” I reply, unsure of what he’s really trying to ask.

“No, I know that, but I mean… I don’t know how to explain it, but when I’m around you, I just…” he trails off, and I can see that he really isn’t sure of what he’s saying.

“Go on,” I urge. “I’m listening.”

“When I’m around you, I feel like I really belong, like I’m not just the awkward kid whose only purpose is to make people laugh,” he confesses.

I ponder it for a moment before answering: “Lou, do you know what you do to me?” I wait for him to shake his head before going on to say, “You help me to have fun, and to escape from my dull self. You make me feel like I don’t always have to be the mature one.”

Louis’ lips turn up at the corners, and I know that I’ve said something right. He gazes at me for a long moment, but breaks eye contact to stand up. “Come,” he demands, extending his hand to me.

I follow closely behind him as he weaves in and out of the small crowds of people until we reach our destination. The spinning teacups? Before I can ask any questions, he’s pulling me into one of the cups. The ride starts up, and I can feel my stomach clenching and unclenching like a fist, threatening to bring up my lunch.

“Keep your eyes on me; if you try to watch the things around us while they’re spinning, you’ll just make yourself dizzier,” Louis tells me, cupping a hand under my chin just to be sure that I’ll listen.

I stare into the pale blue eyes of the twenty-one year old boy, wondering to myself why this feels so right. “Thanks,” I say, noticing that I’m considerably less nauseous already.

“Anything for you,” he replies, beaming at me.

My eyes start to wander, taking in every little detail about the boy sitting next to me. I notice that there is light stubble growing on his chin, and that his cheeks are flushed. I notice that his smile is crooked, making it look more like a smirk, and I see that his eyes are lit up with excitement. I notice that his lips are slightly chapped from the cold weather, but also that they look like they would be soft to touch.

“Li?”

I blink a few times, and then make eye contact with the blue-eyed boy once again. “Yeah, Lou?” I nervously ask, hoping he didn’t notice the way I was looking at him.

He bites his lower lip, chewing on part of the dry skin. “Can I, uh, maybe… I was wondering if I could, um, possibly kiss you,” he stammers.

Louis Tomlinson just asked if he could kiss me, my mind repeats over and over again. What do I say? What do I do? What do I want?

“I’m sorry, I just thought maybe… I don’t know. I’m sorry. Just forget this ever happened,” Louis mumbles, turning away from me.

“No, Lou, it’s okay. I would like that, actually,” I blurt out.

“Y-You would?”

I nod fervently, knowing that my voice will probably stop working if I open my mouth.

With his hand still cupping my chin, Louis leans towards me. His eyes flutter shut, and the next thing I know is that a pair of lips is against my own. As I expected, they’re a combination of soft and dry, as well as somewhat cracked. For a brief moment, our lips move together and my heart feels like it’s going to explode inside my chest. Seconds later, though, we pull apart again.

“I like you a lot, Liam,” says Louis, his gaze never leaving my own.

“I like you, too, Louis,” I admit, both to myself and to him.

The ride slows down, and we get off quickly, but my head is still spinning with all of this new information. I can feel Louis’ hand slip into my own once again, which brings a smile to my lips. For the first time in a long time, I’m one hundred percent happy with the way things are going.

“So, does that make this a date?” Louis queries, swinging our hands back and forth.

“I guess so,” I say. I’m on a date with a guy who just kissed me, and I like it, I silently realize, grinning in awe as it hits me.

“Will you go on another one?” Louis questions. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

I pretend to be in deep thought about whether or not I really want to go out with him again, but I already know the answer: “I’d be honoured to go on another date with you.”