Hungry For Blood

Chapter 3 || Love

Recently, I've noticed that, in the modern world of today, sex is often construed as love. We have this idea that unless you have sex with the person you love, you aren't really in love with the person. This is not true at all. Love comes in all shapes and sizes and there are many different ways of showing it. This is what I want to show in this chapter.

I know this chapter is short, but I'm pretty sure all the feel a will make up for it.

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Liam and Zayn laid in bed, wrapped around each other as if they were one. Zayn stroked Liam's cheek softly with his right hand. Adoration was evident in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful." Zayn whispered, as if if he said it any louder the moment might shatter and break into a million pieces. Liam blushed lightly as his hand came up and grabbed Zayn's from his face. He brought it down to his mouth and kissed each knuckle lightly. It was Zayn's turn to blush, dusting his cheekbone gently. When Liam was done kissing Zayn's knuckles, he kept a hold on of it and rested his chin on the back.

"I love you." Liam whispered and he meant it. He meant it with his entire heart, mind and soul. The love he felt made his heart hammer against his chest and his eyelids droop slightly from dizziness. He could feel it in every nerve of his body, making his muscles ache and shivers to run down his spine. He felt as if he would burst if it wasn't for Zayn keeping him together. Zayn was his rock, the person that kept him from leaping off the edge of sanity and into the abyss. Though despite all the love Liam felt, he felt something nagging at him. What it was, he couldn't place it. Liam tried to ignore it but try as he might, it was still there, lingering in the farthest reaches of his soul, planning its attack on his happiness. For a moment Liam wondered if this would last, If his love would last but he dismissed it as fast as the thought had come and hoped Zayn was so in the moment that he hadn't noticed anything.

Liam was in luck. 

Zayn brought his face closer to Liam's, their noses lightly puzzling against each other. Liam's heart pounded faster. This was certainly not their first kiss but Liam had realized a long time ago that getting kisses from Zayn was like the first kiss over and over again. 

Zayn, slowly but surely, closed the distance between them. Liam waited in anticipation, unable to move even if he wanted to. Zayn's lips brushed Liam's and suddenly Liam felt alive. He felt his senses heighten, making him notice every little detail. Zayn finally pressed his lips firmly to Liam's and they shut their eyes slowly. Zayn's kiss was deep and passionate. Liam loved not needing oxygen. Zayn was his oxygen. 

They didn't move for the longest time. They just laid there, wrapped up in each other, practically inseparable from the other and completely separated from the world around them. Neither wanted that moment to be any different.

Finally Zayn pulled himself away, sighed, and in the smallest whisper echoed Liam's words almost exactly.

"I love you too."

Zayn felt as if his words hadn't conveyed enough, as if a simple 'I love you' wasn't strong enough to convey the utterly paralyzing feelings he had for Liam but when a contented grin spread across Liam's face, Zayn knew he had said exactly what was meant to be said. Liam pulled Zayn closer and wrapped him up right in his arms, his lips pressing the lightest kiss to Zayn's forhead before resting his chin in Zayn's soft hair. 

For the millionth time, Liam stared up at the cracks in his ceiling. He still didn't know what they resembled but all thought of them was eradicated by the simply elegant moment. Both fell into dreamland as softly as their touches, both dreaming of their favorite subject; the one lying in their arms.