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His name is Smith. Or that's his last name. I didn't look at the text long enough to really take in his first name. Not that it matters in the long run. Mid thirties, a philandering bastard, wife left him, no kids, and a drug dealer. Or something like that. Harry found that part out in an embarrassingly short amount of time. The werewolf is gone again, though, because he has a lead on the client who is supposed to meet Smith. Louis and I have a bet to see if Harry can find the client in either thirty or forty-five minutes. As we wait, the vampire and I sit outside of coffee shop with a latte and black coffee gripped in our hands.
"So," Louis starts as he blows on his coffee, "who's Niall?" I glare at my steaming paper cup, not willing to have this conversation.
"You found a picture of him. You should be very familiar with who he is," I snap.
"Thanks, genius," Louis snaps back. I lift my head up and fix my glare on his stormy blue eyes. Nothing like the clear ones that my flower has, I think. "I mean what is he to you?" he continues. "You never got defensive over anything."
I open my mouth but he points a condescending finger at me. "And don't tell me he's nothing because you were staring at the first financial statement way too long to be worried about what Bobby's expenses were during the year. And don't tell me you weren't being defensive because that was a snarky attitude you gave me and I give the attitude." I shut my mouth and lean forward. Damn vampires and their intuition.
"You know I can glare at you and make you spontaneously combust," I whisper through my teeth. Louis flashes me a toothy smile and leans forward to match my height.
"Then you wouldn't be thinking because the Liam Payne I know thinks. You and I both know that I am resilient to any Hellfire tactic you try to pull," he counters. He leans back and takes another sip of his caramel latte. "Even if it did work, there would be so many people wondering why a seventeen year-old suddenly burst into flames. And we don't want that," Louis mockingly whines out. I harshly pull back and feel grateful for the burn in my throat when I chug the rest of my coffee. I glare down at my shoes, not wanting to give the vampire the satisfaction of a victory.
"You like him, don't you?"
I don't respond. An airy chuckle dances through my ears and I can tell that I'm pouting right now.
"He's special," I whisper out. I look up and the vampire is stunned and to be honest, so am I. I didn't want to respond. "But he hates me."
Louis immediately chortles and the pout drags farther down. Why is he laughing?
"Have you seen his face? A face like that can't hate. That would be considered a sin for him or someone like him. Though I doubt we'll find someone like him," he answers with humor still evident in his tone. The vampire clasps his hand together and looks straightforward. "He might be disappointed with whatever you said, but he doesn't hate you," he continues more genuinely.
I scrunch my eyebrows and send the vampire a questioning look. When the hell did he get so damn philosophical?
"Hey, I'm ba- Whoa, why is it so tense?" I look up and see the werewolf reaching for Louis's coffee. I pull out my phone and curse. Twenty-seven minutes. Damn, we both lost.
"Liam's in love with Blondie," Louis blurts out with a smirk very detectable in his voice. I turn with the most incredulous look on my face. Really, Louis, really?!?!
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
