Liam's POV
"Showing you I understand," Lou said, more like whispered.
He was kissing me. I was dreaming. I had to be. There was no way that this was real. The feeling of Lou's lips brushing softly against mine was something indescribable. I was motionless, barely raising my lips to meet his. I pressed my lips against his firmly before pulling away. His forehead rested against mine, his weight completely on top of me. But he wasn't heavy, in fact, he felt lighter than a feather. He was definitely lighter than Niall, who insisted on jumping on me whenever he wanted tea or lunch.
"Liam, is everything alright?" Louis asked, rolling off of me and looking at me, concern in his eyes. I was in shock. I didn't speak, or move, or turn my head. "God, Liam, say something. Please," he sounded like he was afraid of something. "Did you not, er, want me to kiss you?" he asked.
My head snapped over at him and I sat straight up. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time, Lou. You have no idea how long." Louis sighed, a sigh of relief, I assumed.
"Thank heavens," Lou leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against mine again.
Those few moments where his lips were against mine were what had to be the definition of bliss. I wanted to kiss him forever, and freeze that moment in time. Because as I have learned in the past, perfect moments must come to an end.
There was a knock on my bedroom door.
Louis pulled away from our lip lock and groaned, "Of course."
"Liam!" I heard Harry's voice from the other side of the door. "Liam open up! I know you're in there, and Zayn said you were upset about something. That's it, I'm coming in!" The door knob turned and the wood smacked off the wall behind it.
Harry's POV
"Liam are you oka--" I said, bursting through the door. I had expected to find Liam face down on his bed with the phone off the hook or something. I hadn't expected him to be sitting across from Louis with their foreheads pressed together. "Oh, um, jeez. Wow. Sorry," I said. I shuffled my feet awkwardly while Lou looked over at me with a look that was probably meant to kill before tripping over my own foot on my way out.
"Can you, uh, close the door?" Louis called out.
I squeezed my eyes shut and walked back to the doorway, closing the door and practically sprinting down the hall.
"I'm going to kill you Zayn!" I said once I reached the foot of the stairs.
He looked confused. "I just walked in on a very flustered Liam and a very horny-looking Louis. Thank you very much for that experience. Who the hell knows what I just walked in on and stopped?" I explained.
Liam's POV
"Sorry about that," I nervously laughed.
Louis shook his head, "Don't be. He's gone."
"But, we don't really have the time for anymore kissing anymore. Remember, that interview is tonight," I said in between little pecks on the mouth.
He groaned again. "And Daddy Direction returns."
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Liam's POV (still)
The car pulled along a curb to the back entrance of The Late Night Show with Ben Newman studios and we all piled out. We went through the process of getting microphones and then were told to relax before the show. I got a doughnut off the food table and made my way to the dressing room when a janitor's closet door opened and I was yanked in.
"What the heck!" I said, waving my arms around in the dark looking for a lightswitch.
A strong pair of hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me back against the wall. I felt hot breath against my neck before a pair of lips pressed to my jaw. Wet, sloppy kisses travelled down my jaw and back up to my lips. A tongue pushed into my mouth and hands pulled my hips into his. I ran my hands up his sides and through his hair.
Something felt wrong. The hair. It wasn't right. It wasn't as feathery enough. It was thick.
Authors Note: Sorry that this chapter kind of sucked. It was short and probably unnecessary.
