Larry Stylinson One Shots

You Know How I Feel - Part 4

l & h wont shutup -_-

Liam has a sneaking suspicion of what Zayn might mean, but instead of comforting him he texts back, wht do you mean ? aren’t they loud all the tim anywy ?? He knows exactly what he’s doing and he doesn’t regret it at all. Nor has he regretted anything in the past week at all.

Accept maybe spilling his milk down the front of his brand new button-up shirt during breakfast on Tuesday, but he was half an hour away from starting his new job and he was excited and nervous and jittery so it really doesn’t matter.

He doesn’t regret every single text he and Zayn have sent each other, nor the late-night calls that’ve earned him a pillow to the face multiple times from Niall. He doesn’t regret the giddy feeling he gets whenever someone asks why he’s so happy all the time, or the fact that he’s woken up from coming in his boxers the past five nights because of wet dreams about Zayn.

And he especially doesn’t regret the bathroom activities he and Zayn shared last Saturday at the club.

Liam has felt on top of the world this past week, especially at work.

He’d been greeted with fresh coffee and cookies as soon as he stepped off the elevator, and the whole day after that had been absolutely wonderful. Maybe the best Tuesday in his whole life.

He’s got his own cubical and everything, with which he vows to decorate sometime next week when he has the time. Keyline Rae told him he’d only be in the cubicle until he finishes uni next semester, when he’s technically not here on an internship anymore, and then he’d have his own office with a window-wall and a view and everything.

His mum had asked him the other day on the phone if he’d be able to handle everything—shifts at the pizza place, regular hours at the LES, uni classes, and art classes—all at once. What he didn’t tell her is that he’d already quit the pizza place job, and that he’s talked to Aunt Cessy and Harry about just having Harry’s class on Saturday rather than both Monday and Saturday. He’ll be able to manage pretty well, if he does say so himself, with time to spare so he can still have a personal life.

She also tried asking about his love life; since she and dad are still back in Wolverhampton, and since he’s almost never either a) in a relationship with someone or b) “talking” to someone, they don’t hear much about his love life. He’d told her not to worry, that he’s focusing on finishing school and his new job.

Just a few minutes after he’d hung up with his mum, Ruth called and demanded to know who his girlfriend is and she promised she wouldn’t tell mum. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he’d answered cheekily, Niall snorting into his sheet music on his bed a few feet away. “Why’re you home anyway? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

And half an hour after he and his sister had hung up, Aunt Cessy called and demanded to know why his mum called and asked if he was dating anyone, demanded, “Why should I have to lie to Karen, my own sister, about whatever it is that’s going on between you and Zayn, hm?”

Point is: his mum worries too much, but he always reassures her, reminds her, that he’s twenty three and he can take care of himself and if he ever needs any help or advice he will always call her. Maybe that doesn’t extend to his relationships because currently he’s interested in a guy, and his mum is not a guy.

Speaking of—or, rather, thinking of—guys, Liam’s phone buzzes on the counter next to the stove where he’s sprinkling in fresh-cooked, cut-up bacon pieces into scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Niall’s had a stressful week; having to write three different songs and the music to go along with them, and then picking one and perfecting it so he could perform it for yesterday’s class all in just the first few weeks of school. All week he’s been practicing and practicing, and if it weren’t for Josh having a crazily-open schedule and liking Niall so much, Liam doesn’t know how Niall would’ve gotten through the week, because Liam sure as hell would not have been able to be there to help Niall and encourage him like Josh has.