Liam Imagine for @Buttersock1Dlover
"You are such a…" Liam yelled, trailing off and turning away from you, hands behind his head.
"Such a what, Liam?" You shout back, your own hands fisted on your hips. The two of you had been fighting for a while now, ever since he came home three and a half hours late- without telling you- on your scheduled date night.
"Never mind," he huffs, heading for the stairs.
"Tell me!"
"No! Stop being such a bitch." He says it so offhandedly, completely casual, like it wasn’t that big of a deal, but oh was it ever. You’d sucked in your breath while he was talking, a slew of comebacks on your tongue, but as soon as the words left his mouth you couldn’t think. Your eyes went wide, body deflating like a punctured balloon. Hot tears stung your eyes and you tried not to let him see what his words had done to you. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but Liam never said things like that, no matter how mad he was. It was a word reserved for only the worst kind of people, and usually not even then.
"I’m going to bed," he declared, stepping onto the stairs. When you noticed what he was doing, that he still expected you to share a bed with him, you knew you had to let him know it wasn’t happening.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
He paused, looking down at you and rolling his eyes. “To bed…Are you deaf?” You ignore his comment.
"I don’t think so."
"You can’t tell me what to do." He still sounded tough but something was off, like he might be starting to regret his actions.
Try as you might, you couldn’t quite avoid his gaze, and his eyes met yours. You quickly ducked your head and he took several long strides toward you, his face suddenly softened and concerned. A large hand cupped your chin, brown eyes seeking yours, but you moved away.
"Baby…"
Couch,” you mumbled, dodging his reach and heading to the stairs. He bowed his head, slipping his hands through his hair and slinking over to the linen closet to find a blanket. Wiping your eyes, you climbed the stairs and got ready for bed alone.
What felt like hours was really minutes as you tried to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, you couldn’t seem to get comfortable without his strong body there to nestle in to. The sounds of his sniffles floated up to you, accompanied by muttered curses and muffled crashes as he let out his frustration. You wanted to go down there and tell him to come to bed, but you didn’t want to give in and lead him to believe that his actions would go unpunished.
In the end, your heart won out over your brain, and you padded quietly down to the living room, your pillow clutched to your chest.
"L-Liam?" Your voice was so quiet, you couldn’t be sure he’d heard you.
"(Y/n?)" The hope in his voice is almost heartbreaking as he shoots to his feet, hurrying to engulf you in a hug. "Babe, what are you doing? I thought you were mad?"
"I am…But I don’t want to fight."
"I’m really sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry I stood you up tonight and I’m sorry I yelled at you and I’m really sorry I called you a-" His voice cracks at the thought of saying it.
"You can make it up to me…You will make it up to me…But would you maybe come back to bed?” You question softly.
A wide smile lights his face. “I’d love to, babe.”
With that, he scoops you in his arms, carrying you bridal style up up to bed and crawling in behind you, arms around your waist, holding you to him as the two of you finally drifted off to sleep.
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(A/N): Yay new update, sorry for the wait! I hope you like it, even thought its a bit short!
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