STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT. liam and noel one-shots

liam - #1

I was sitting in the corner of a small, stuffy, dark pub with my friends. I didn't want to be here to begin with, but my friends insisted that I needed to 'get out more'... whatever that meant. I wasn't thrilled, but I was trying to stay positive and have fun. However, I didn't understand how a place full of scruffy, horny men was fun to anyone.

"I'm going to get another round, wanna come?" My friend asked me, standing up from the small table. I shrugged, standing up with her. A change of scenery may be nice. We pushed through the sea of people who inhabited this pub. I clutched her hand tightly, feeling I'd get lost if she let go. Eventually, we made it to the bar counter, and I was practically huffing and puffing from the difficulty of getting up there. I'd made the decision then and there that this place was not my scene.

I leaned against the bar, sighing heavily as my friend ordered the drinks. I tapped my nails against the counter, obviously very bored. Once the bartender handed her the drinks, we turned around to head back to that godforsaken table. My friend's ginormous heels had other ideas because she ended up tripping a man who was trying to get drinks as well. I felt a cold liquid splash all over my shirt, and I scoffed. I didn't even look up at the culprit at first, my eyes were stuck on my shirt which was now completely see-through.

"Great." I groaned, finally looking up and taking in the man's appearance. He had very significant blue eyes, dark eyebrows, and light brown hair that was a little messy and overgrown. He didn't look half bad...

"Shit... sorry, love." He mumbled, his eyes inevitably drifting to my chest. I guess I picked the completely wrong day to wear a black bra underneath a white shirt. I was flashing everyone in this place. I scoffed at his careless stare and crossed my arms over my exposed skin. His eyes widened, not realizing he'd been staring and he quickly looked back up at me. "Here, hold these." He handed me the two drinks in his hands.

"Why the hell would I—" I paused, realizing he was taking his white jumper off. I felt my heart swell slightly. He took the drinks back, handing me his jumper.

"Put this on." He instructed me. My gaze lingered on him for a second more, before I pulled the soft fabric over my head. It was practically swallowing me, but it was better than walking around in a wet shirt.

"Thanks..." I said rather awkwardly, not sure what to say to him. He was oddly intimidating for no reason. I watched his eyes look back down to my figure, taking in every part of me. I felt a little flattered and a little insecure at the same time. But when a small smile came across his face, my insecurity slipped away. "Is that how you get every woman's attention? Spilling your drink on them?" I spoke up, joking with him. His eyes looked back to mine, and he stifled a small laugh.

"Only the pretty ones." He said smoothly. I couldn't help but blush softly like an idiot. I hated blushing, it made me seem like some school-girl with a big crush. However, I couldn't help it. "You look better in my jumper anyways."

"I have yet to hear a man prefer anything other than a girl in a wet t-shirt." I raised an eyebrow curiously.

"You might be the exception love, just might." He brought his glass of beer up to his lips and took a sip casually.

"Well, it's an honor." I kept the banter going. He chuckled, taking another sip of his lager, leaning against the bar beside me, and glancing down at me with a small but cheeky smile on his face.

"The name's Liam, what's yours then?"

"Y/n..." I smiled softly. Liam nodded to himself and took another sip of his drink, his eyes wandering across my figure again before looking back up at me.