Fighter (A Liam Payne Fanfiction)

Chapter Five - When The Sun Goes Down

I said, "Who's that girl there?"

I wonder what went wrong

So that she had to roam the streets

She don't do major credit cards

I doubt she does receipts

It's all not quite legitimate.

- "When The Sun Goes Down", Arctic Monkeys

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I was torn out of my surreal, but incredibly fucking awesome dream of my blonde-haired beauty, by the shrill and demanding barks of Vince. Guess my boy wanted to go outside for a bit.

I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. Where the fuck did that kind of dream come from? I'd only known her for fucking seventy two hours! How is she affecting me like this? How was I ever going to face her without picturing my dream again—her lying naked under me, her blonde hair fanning over my pillows, crying out as I made sweet love to her?

And when the fuck did I start calling sex making sweet love?

I mean, I'm not a hit 'em and quit 'em go-getter kind of guy—like Tony or my cousin, for example—but I have never "made love" to a woman before. It was just...sex.

Cursing, I rolled my sheets off of my body and lifted them up so I could asses the damage.

Of course. There I was, standing straight up at attention. Rock solid.

"Fucking perfect." I slowly sat up, swinging my legs over the bed.

I dug the heels of my palms into my eye sockets, trying to block out the images of Bella writhing underneath me from my dream, but they would not. Go. Away.

Jesus.

Vince's barks were still echoing through the apartment.

"I'm coming, Vince, I'm coming!" I yelled, stumbling out of my room and grabbing his leash, but he wasn't just barking at me. My puppy was yipping in front of the door, trotting back and forth. Someone must've knocked.

Carefully stepping around him, I turned the knob, and Zayn was standing there. He was in his leather jacket, an OBEY shirt, and black skinny jeans. In his hands, he had a case of Coors Lights and two giant footlong subs. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips as he grinned lazily.

"Surprise, I got breakfast for you," he said. "Aren't I the best best friend in the world? These subs are BLTs, too. I got extra ba..."

Zayn suddenly trailed off as his eyes fell to my basketball shorts, while slowly stepping inside. "Um. I guess someone got a little excited about the extra bacon."

Shit. "Jesus," I gasped, readjusting myself while turning my back to Zayn.

"This is the second time in three days I've caught you with a hard-on, Liam," he said, slowly unwrapping his sandwich. "And if it's for the same reason as last time, I think a certain someone is thinkin' about that bombshell."

"Maybe," I muttered, taking a seat beside my best friend and cracking open one of the cans.

Zayn chuckled. "How bad was it?"

"It wasn't even...like a crazy, kinky sex dream." I ran my fingers over my short stubble. "It was...making love."

Zayn snorted. "Making love? Okay, Romeo."

"You're a dick."

"Thanks. So, like...why'd you randomly have a sex dream about her? You guys haven't done anything yet, have you?"