Disguise♔ z.m

Twenty Two

"What-what are you doing here?" I was truly shocked to see Liam here, standing in front of my door, casually wearing a tank top with matching sweat pants.

"Well, I heard someone giggle today, and it reminded me of you. Your voice never got out of my head, and I went like hey, I miss Nora though it has been two days."

"Really?"

"Really."

I look down at my bare feet and smile, pressing the stop button and rewinding to his words. I instantly feel my heart warm up and dance around as though music had began to play. I am trying to say something, but no matter how much I try, nothing comes out.

After shuffling from one foot to another, he places his forearm on the doorframe and a small smile plays around his lips." You had forgotten something at my place."

"What could that something be?" My shy eyes come to look at the devious brown ones.

"Something," He exposes his teeth, while his eyes focus on the way his fingers fidget with the wooden surface. I try my best to cover up my naked body with the door, but Liam made it so hard.

"C'mon, Liam," I whine, my grip over the edge of the door lessening.

"This," He exposes the hand he kept behind his back. He swirls my underwear around his index finger, laughing childishly. My eyes widen and I follow my natural reflex.

"Oh my God!" I shout and blush from embarrassment. I snatch the underwear away from his hands, but that got the door open. His eyes widen at me body, making me feel conscious.

"Shit," I mutter. This couldn't get any worse.

"This should be interesting," His eyes continue to roam me as he shuts the door with one hand. Within heartbeats, he carries me swiftly into his hands, wrapping my legs around his waist. My hand grabs his snapback, flinging it to the ground whilst he carries me to the couch. He lays me on the soft material, immediately hovering over me with his chunky body.

"Liam," I breathe before he sets his lips onto mine. A soft peck turns into a deep make-out session, where our tongues battle for dominance. I moan into the kiss when he nibbles on my lower lip, sucking the colour out of it. My delicate hands rub his neck as he continues to lower his kisses down my jaw. I don't know how that ended up into this. I push him back with my hands and stare at him.

He wants to kiss me another time, but I stop him." Liam?"

"Yeah," his eyes keep looking at my swollen lips.

"What are we?"

"What do you want us to be?"

"I don't want to be friends," I say confidently. I don't know Liam, but I want to. Zayn doesn't matter to me anymore. Marcel is a great friend, but when I have this Greek Adonis laying on top of me, kissing the life out of me, I don't think I can change my mind.

"Neither do I," he smiles softly.

"So?"

"So?" He repeats funnily.

"Is this it?"

"By it, do you mean are you mine?"

"Is that a question or?" My fingers run through his short chestnut hair.

"You perfectly know what it is," He smirks.

"Then yes, I am yours. But I am new to this..."

"And so am I." He rubs the tip of his nose against mine. I giggle and roll my head back.