The Night That Changed It All

Date Night

"Call us if anything happens. OK? Absolutely anything." I insisted to Harry when he, Louis and Zayn came to get Lily Ann that evening. Harry just laughed at me and took up the bag of Lily Ann's things we'd prepared for them to take with them, while Zayn reassured me they would call if she so much as sneezed and Louis picked up Lily Ann, who'd been trying to roll over again.

After watching the lads leave and closing the door after them, I turned to face Liam, who looked just as worried as I felt. It wasn't that I didn't trust the lads; it was just nerve racking to leave your four month old daughter in the hands of anyone else for an extended period of time. Lord only knows how we did the concerts so often without having panic attacks at least once a week.

"Is it bad that I want them to bring her back again already?" Liam asked with a sigh as we trooped back into the little living room/kitchenette after the lads had left. We then sprawled out on the settee; our legs tangling together because the settee was too small and we were too tall for both of us to comfortably lie out at the same time.

"I dunno, but I want them to bring her back too, so you're not alone." I acknowledged, poking Liam's hip with my toe and laughing when he stuck his tongue out at me. After a minute of silence, during which we both contemplated the pros and cons of asking the lads to bring Lily Ann back, I looked up at Liam and asked without too much enthusiasm: "So........movie?"

"Or.......not?" Liam asked back, crawling up my body until he was lying on top of me; our chests pushed together and our legs aliening where mine were between his. Liam propped himself up slightly with an elbow on either side of my head; his face so close to mine that I could feel his warm, minty breath fanning out across my face.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, feigning innocence then giggling quietly and swatting him away halfheartedly when Liam bent down to nibble at my nose affectionately.

Instead of answering my, somewhat rhetorical, question, Liam kissed me: long and hard until we were both gasping for air. I would have been embarrassed about the effect he had on me, were it not for the fact that Liam seemed just as breathless as I was.

Liam started to slowly plant sloppy kisses down my neck until he met with the obstacle of the collar on my shirt. He then started to wordlessly unbutton my shirt as he came to each button, still leaving kisses down my chest and occasionally biting me softly.

"L-liam?" I asked, my voice shaky as Liam began to nibble and kiss his way back up my torso; leaving bite marks and hickeys all over my chest and neck after having made it all the way down to my right hip bone, that protruded sharply from my skinny frame. The only response I got was a hum of approval to show that he was listening. "Ar-are you s-sure......?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Liam asked as he pulled away from my neck, where he'd been in the process of leaving another hickey, that would, along with all the rest of them, be very obvious against my pale skin.

"No! No; it's not that. I just........are you sure this is what you want?" I asked nervously, looking up at him shyly as he leaned down to me again; holding eye contact the whole time, until our lips connected. This time, he kissed me softly, not trying to take it further. This kiss reminded me of days when I was heavily pregnant and we would just lie around the apartment; sharing a blanket and cuddling together as a movie that we weren't paying attention to played on the television.

"Of course I'm sure, Ni. I love you." Liam explained softly as he smiled fondly at me, then his eyebrows furrowed together uncertainly and he watched me curiously for a second before speaking again. "Are you sure that you want to? I can stop, whenever you want me to. All you have to do is say and we can watch a movie or something."