Follow The Sun {Liam Hemsworth}

Little Talks

    Liam is waiting for me when get home, sitting on the couch with a plate of our finished cookies on my table. He greets me by stretching out his hand and pulling me down on the couch to sit close to him. I lean forward, sit down our food and grab a cookie instead. Then I curl my legs up and lay my head on Liam's shoulder before biting into it. They're soft but crunchy at the same time with a perfect balance of chocolate and cookie. I chew slowly as I glance at what Liam is doing on his phone.

"Everything okay?" I ask, noticing how distracted he is.

"What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just... my brother just texted me." he says.

    I don't ask why, because I know that it doesn't matter so I just nod as Liam sits his phone facedown next to him. "It's not that important though, my brother can wait." he adds, wrapping his arm around me. I smile and kiss his cheek. "Hungry?" I lean forward again and grab our food. Inside the bag, we ordered Shrimp Fried Rice and Sweet 'n Sour Chicken to split. I grab two plates from the kitchen and then sit back down on the couch next to Liam.

    As we eat, we talk about the topics that we haven't gotten the chance to discuss. Like past relationships. "I've had two serious longer termed ones." he answers first. I watch the way his eyes shine as I think for a moment. Is it bad that I'm not sure how many boyfriends I've had all together? I never found it very necessary to keep count, especially since I've been "dating" since middle school. The fact that we're only talking serious relationships though makes it a bit easier and surprisingly fast, I come up with a pretty accurate number.

"Three." I calculate. "Most of them turned out to be assholes."

"Care to talk about it?" he asks.

    I ponder on it for a moment, thinking that I would rather not get into my history of failed relationships and darken the mood. I try to smile as I look at him. "Another day." I answer. He looks at my fake smile and then into my eyes, and I think he can see right through me because he leans forward and kisses my forehead. "I'd never do anything to hurt you." he says. "You know that, right?" He looks into my eyes as he says it and makes me believe that every word is true. "Yeah. I know." I answer.

    We sat on that couch and played Mario Cart for two full hours. Mario Cart. The most simple game in the universe and we played it for two hours. Mostly just talking shit and laughing, but it was so much more fun to me than it ever had been before. Maybe it was just because everything was so much better to me with him around.

"Oh my god, would you stop throwing bananas and jacking everything up? That's sabotage!" I tell him.

"Exactly the point, babe."

    It takes a good three seconds for me to process that he just called me babe. When it finally clicks, the thought sends a huge uncontrollable smile spreading across my face. I drive off the side of the track in the game when I look over at him, but I don't care, pretty sure I lost already anyway. "Did you just call me babe?" I pause the game and grin teasingly at him. His cheeks redden a little before he turns toward me, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. If you don't want me t-"

"Liam, you're so adorable." I say at almost same time.

    His cheeks burn like coals so I reach out and touch his face. "You're blushing." I state, grinning. He leans in and kisses me softly, but my hand remains on his cheek. "I don't know how you do it Hartley." He places his hand over mine and looks into my eyes. "I don't know how either." I reply. I lean in and connect our lips again, wanting nothing more than his touch in this moment.

    The kiss is slow but urgent until I find myself sliding my hands down his chest. I think about whether or not he would even want to have sex with me. Is it too soon? Most people would think so. I don't think I love him yet though and aren't you supposed to love someone before these things happen? He's not the first person I've had sex with, does that matter? Does that make it okay to rush into everything? No, probably not.

    The kiss gets rough and then I'm taking off his shirt somehow before our lips met again. Are we even a couple? I should ask. What if this is exactly what he wants from me? I break the kiss quickly and turn away from him. "I... I can't... it's not..." I don't know what to say because so many things are running through my head at once. "Liam, can I ask you something?" I run a hand through my hair and bite my bottom lip. He nods, concern filling his features.

"Do... Do I mean something to you? Am I just someone for you to mess around with to get over Miley? I mean are we... a couple?"

    He laughs one of those true laughs that are so pure and not sarcastic that you almost have to laugh along and then he grabs my hand with a huge smile on his face. Confused, I stare at him until he speaks. "Vivianne, of course you mean something to me. Do you think I'd risk my career for just anyone? I went through hell just to get where I am today and... that's saying a lot about you." He squeezes my hand, still smiling and then lets go and shakes his head, sighing.

"My relationship with Miley was... confusing and... difficult , but she never even came near to making me feel like you do." He pauses. "So can I ask you something?" He looks deep into my eyes and watches me nod.

"Will you, Vivianne Hartley, be my girlfriend?"