Imagine: Liam Hemsworth

It Continues

You don't say anything but you want to. You want to tell him how much you've dreamed about this and how handsome he is and you want him to fall in love. "So this is my place." He says, leading you around. "It's really nice." You say, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I've never seen something so amazing." "Oh, Oprah has a bigger one." You are a bit shocked that he's met Oprah and been to her house but don't question it. You walk together to the living room and you sit down beside him. He doesn't let his arm down but instead uses it to pull you in closer to him. He switches on the TV to some movie you have no idea the name of. You watch it with Liam for a bit. You wonder if he can feel how fast your heartbeat is playing. You're glad you put on extra anti-perspirant this morning or you would look like a river monster from how nervous you are. Partway through the mildly entertaining movie he gets up and asks what you want to drink, heading over to a bar. "Oh, I don't drink." (Idk if you do or not I just hate alcohol so yeh) "You don't drink? Not even a beer?" "No, really, I would rather have a soda/pop" He grabs you a sprite and walks right in front of the TV with it. "What?" "That's my spot." "You put me here." "Touche." He places your drink down on the coffee table behind him and reaches down to pick you up. Youre fairly small compared to him so he lifts you without the bat of an eye. You grab his neck out of habit but quickly snap them down when you remember its Liam. His strong chest is pressed up against your side and you feel giddy like a kindergarden student on froot loops. He sits down with you just so you're... Sitting on Liam Hemsworth's lap! Oh my gosh! It hits you that he's into you. You wrap your arms back around him and he doesn't pull away. You smile and silently click your heels to the fact you're cuddling with Liam.