Song used is The Way I Loved You by Ms. Taylor Swift.
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Sterling POV
He is sensible and so incredible. Liam is quite definitely the best person I have ever had the chance to meet.
His ways of thinking are so beyond what this world is ready for and I couldn't have asked for anyone better.
My single friends are jealous that I'm with him. They want the nice guy with the endearing smile and beautiful soul. He says everything I need to hear. He tells me he loves me before he leaves for work.
Laim holds me when I'm down, makes me laugh when I'm sad. Carries me to bed when I fall asleep on the sofa. He tells me I look beautiful when I'm in my pajamas and a messy bun on the top of my head with a make-up free face.
If we go out, he'll open up the door for me to walk through and I know some people say it's to 'look at my ass' but Liam isn't one of those guys. He is so pure. He's sweet. He's a good guy.
The guy every girl wants. Trust me when I say I've seen it.
The amount of girls I have watched who completely deny my existence despite holding his hand in public and unfortunately our relationship is plastered throughout the news because, it's LIAM PAYNE for crying out loud.
I understand the obsession. I love his music too and honestly every single day I wake up and thank god that I'm the one who's waking up to him. I must have done something right in another life to be so lucky.
Written within 4 walls somewhere is the story of mine and Liam's life. I'm not sure how we started, I'm not sure how we'll end up but I know I'm grateful for him.
Rolling over first thing in the morning, I'm greeted to a beautiful smile and hazel eyes scanning every inch of my face as if he can't believe I'm really here.
I can't believe I'm really here.
"Good morning, beautiful." He whispers into the small space between our faces before giving my nose a gentle kiss causing me to break into a smile and scrunch my nose up.
"Morning baby." I whispered hoarsely. "What time is it?"
He leaned away from me to read the clock on his bedside table, giving me an unobstructed view of his chest and stomach. Even a little peek at the waistband of his boxers. The thought of him naked still makes me clench my thighs together despite us being together for nearly 5 years.
We first met at one of his concerts back in his One Direction days. I was a light tech for a venue. We had just finished doing the last checks before the start of the show and he quite literally swept me off my feet.
By that, I mean we both walked around the corner without looking and I bounced off him and landed flat on my ass. I bruised my ego that day. Especially when I heard the infectious laugh of none other than Niall Horan.
