One Direction Book

Liam Payne x Reader - Friends With Benefits... Or More?

It was a thrill.

The kind of thrill that has your hair standing on its end, where you get goosebumps.

The adrenaline makes you tremble.

Every touch sent burning; almost electrifying sensations.

Every kiss took the breath out of you and made your lips sore.

But it was just sex...

At least, that's all it was to my best friend, Liam.

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I finished up covering a couple of blemishes on Harry's face, as he broke out with acne. "You're all set," I said softly, giving him a grin. "Thanks Y/n," Harry said, caressing my arm and pressing a peck to my cheek in a friendly manner as he stood from the chair to go hang out until their interviews started.

Looking up, my eyes landed on Louis and Liam. Zayn had already gone with Lou, and Niall was getting his hair and makeup done at the moment by Lou. Louis was on the phone with Eleanor and I didn't want to interrupt their moments together because I knew how much they missed each other, so...

"Liam," I called softly, making him look up at me from his phone, most likely from his Twitter or Instagram, "You're up," I say, turning to grab some hair products Liam only used for his hair and putting Harry's hair products away into its respective drawer.

Liam nodded and made his way over to me, sitting in the chair as he slid his hand-held device in his back pocket. I took a shaky breath before starting to brush through his short, brunette hair with a comb, trying not to look at him.

Two, large, calloused hands placed themselves on my hips, pulling me forward so I stood between his legs. "Liam, no," I whispered nervously, not pulling my eyes from his bed-head. "Tonight? Please?" He whispered in return, digging his thumbs into my hip bones, making my knees weak. "I can't," I said sternly, shimmying out of his grasp to grab the hairspray. "Why not?" Liam pouted softly, giving me puppy eyes.

No.

No.

Those eyes won't fool me this time.

I sent him a dirty look. "Because I said so," I say firmly, struggling to keep my voice quiet and steady from shaking. Liam's brows furrowed as I continued to style his hair. Liam gave me a concerned and confused look, watching my every move as if he was trying to find a pattern in my body language. When I was spritzing the last bits of hairspray, Liam took my hips and pulled me against him once more.

"You've denied me three times," Liam whispered into my ear huskily, making me shiver, "Why?" He asked. "Because my stupid ass fell in love with you and I can't stand having sex with someone who doesn't actually care," I whispered, shoving him off me, tears filling my eyes.

Turning to Lou, "Lou," I squeaked out, making both the older woman and Niall look up at the sound of my choked up, shaky voice, "I'm gonna need to get some fresh air. I'm feeling really sick," I whimpered shakily, earning concerned looks from all five boys and makeup and hair dresser. I didn't give any of them the chance to talk to me because I just ran out of the trailer, ignoring the protests and calls of my name from my six best friends.

I ran off towards the girls' bathroom. I slammed the door shut and ran for the handicapped stall. I shut the door and sat on the toilet before breaking down into hysterics. I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest, sobbing loudly and hyperventilating.

This was a stupid fucking idea.

Why did I agree to fuck my best friend and assume we'd just feel the same forever?