Imagine Liam....

Memories

You stood in Liam's room, and sighed. You'd been dating for a year, and you had learned that when Liam said he was taking a shower, it usually meant he was gone for at least an hour, and threw in a visit to Narnia whilst he was at it. Dropping yourself onto his bed, you reached for the remote control and switched the TV on. Hearing his faint singing through the wall you couldn't help but chuckle. He had a fantastic voice; but for some reason would rather sing in a put on operatic voice that take it seriously. It was then, as your head rolled back on the head board that you noticed a box resting on the side. Curiosity got the better of you. You weren't one to pry, but there was something about it that was drawing you to it. Shuffling over, you pulled it onto your lap and lifted the lid. Instantly your breath caught in your throat. Staring back at you were cinema tickets; a dried flower band; a necklace; a cheap Christmas cracker ring. All in separate bags with notes against them. Glancing at the wall that separated the bathroom and bedroom; you listened as Liam burst into a rendition of Make You Feel My Love, before you slowly opened the first one. In Liam's neat hand; was a note that fell out as the Christmas ring dropped into your palm. "YN gave me this. Maybe one day I'll give her real ring." You smile at the sweet sentiment. Before replacing it and moving onto the next bag. A cinema ticket. "Our first official date. The best night of my life, spent the entire time watching her." Pressing your hand to your chest, you swallow past the ball of emotion clogging your throat. The next item was a stone, and your brow furrowed as you unfurled the note. Why would Liam keep a stone. "Went to the beach. I kissed her for the first time. It was sweet and perfect, and I think I am in love." You are so lost in your joint memories that he has captured, you don't notice him re-enter the room; until his hand rests on your shoulder.

Liam: What you doing?

You: I... sorry, I...

Liam: You don't need to apologise. They are your memories too.

He roughly towel dries his hair and sinks down next to you.

You: Why have you kept them all.

A pink dances over his cheeks; and he takes the box from your hands.

Liam: It's daft.

You: Tell me.

For a moment his stare stays on the box; then his eyes flick to yours, a soft, yet embarrassed smile dancing on his lips.

Liam: I want our children to be able to look at our history.

You: Liam...

Liam: And if we don't have children, and if we break up, then I can look back on the best days of my life.

You: Liam...

Your lips press against his in a fervour you didn't know you had. You were the luckiest girl alive. And you knew it.