Liam Imagines

Patience *requested*

Imagine for Jordyn

I aimlessly poke my belly as I grab my gym bag from the car. The YMCA has not been a place I go often, yet I am feeling ready for this winter-weight loss. I am ready to get back into shape for summer, the endless visions of being chubby in a bathing suit throwing me into exercise mode.

I decide to start at the treadmill. There aren't many people here today, so I count my blessings. Maybe I will get to work alone to reach my goal. When I enter the weight room, where a few of the treadmills are place, I hear several grunts and look to see a man lifting weights. The bench press seems too large for him to lift, but he does, and several times. He is the only one in the room, strangely.

I nod at him curtly as I pass by, and he nods back. Suddenly, he slams the bar up and sits up. He is shirtless. His shorts stick to his legs in strange ways, making me eye him curiously. His medium brown hair is cut nicely, a small spike formed at the front. And his torso.... I look away as he continues to stare at me. I look at my feet, up my bare legs to my purple shorts and tank top. What could be so special for him to look at?

"Hello," he says in a strong British accent. "I'm Liam."

"Jordyn," I say, turning back towards one of the treadmills. I step on, pin the little red clip to my shirt, and start the machine, bringing it to a medium walk.

I try not to watch, but out of the corner of my eye, I see Liam lift a leg over the bench press where he sitting. He grabs a towel and wipes his face roughly, shoving the end of it in the back of his pants. The next thing I know, he is on the treadmill directly next to me, copying my speed.

"Well, Jordyn. What brings you here all by yourself?"

I look at him quickly and then back at the screen on the treadmill. "Well... You don't have to tell me," he admits.

"No, no. I, um, need to lose some weight I gained over the winter," I explain. I absently poke at my stomach again before I look at him.

"Oh," Liam says, smiling. He is matching my pace easily and doesn't even look winded. I speed up a few notches to a fast jog. He follows suit, obviously teasing me. After a few more minutes, I finally slow down, feeling the sweat pooling around my face and neck. "Have you lost enough weight yet?" Liam jokes, and I practically feel his eyes sweep over me.

I laugh, stopping the machine. I step off and grab my water bottle from my bag. When I finish drinking, Liam is staring at me. I raise an eyebrow and put my water away.

"What?" I finally ask, my lips forming into a cautious smile.

"You didn't answer my question."

"That's cuz it was a stupid question."

"Not if the man who's asking wants to take you out to lunch."

"Is that your attempt at asking a stranger on a date?"

"I'm not sure. Is that a stranger's attempt at rejecting me?"

I giggle and wipe my face. "I... I think I need a few more minutes on the treadmill. Then yes, I would love to go with you," I smile. I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I hope it's something good.

Two years later

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the pastor says, and Liam leans in. The crowd cheers as our lips meet. It is a long kiss, one I welcome greatly.

"Hello, Mrs. Payne," he whispers in my ear as he pulls back. I can't help it. My knees grow weak at the thought of what will happen later tonight.

We dance through the reception, greeting family and friends, doing all that we can to make the guests happy. Yet, all I can think about is Liam.... Where he is taking me, when he is taking me.