Loving an OuTkAsT

Chapter 4- Spilled Secrets and Broken hearts

"Liam... I-"

"Don't need to say anything, I understand you don't reciprocate my feelings, you like Niall and in all honesty, why shouldn't you? He is an amazing lad, I'll never be able to live up to him." He finished for me, covering my mouth with his hand. "Come on, let's take the snacks out by the campfire."

I followed his lead as he took the box of snacks from my hand and began walking out like nothing happened, I saw it though, the hurt in his eyes knowing I don't like him back, I didn't like it, I loved the passionate brown eyes that used to inhabit those orbs. They always made me feel safe and whenever I am struggling it would always be Liam who normally comforts me, he would always make me feel protected but... did I like him? Sure, Liam held a special place in my heart but Niall will always come first to me. Damn it Liam! You're putting unwanted thoughts into my head and you're slowly messing me up.

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"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE ZAYN! WE'RE STARTING THE CAMP OUT AND WE NEED YOUR FAT ASS TO LIGHT THE FIRE!" Savannah's sweet and charming voice boomed through the cabin. I let out a grunt and pulled myself out of bed, I barely slept last night thinking about everything Liam said to me and therefore had to catch up on sleep this afternoon.

I trudged out of my room and into the camp fire where everyone was chatting away all happily, I knelt in front of the pile of woods and began making the fire.

"Why couldn't someone else light it?" I asked, rather annoyed.

"I'm a girl, fires are dangerous for hair you know Zaynie..." Savannah remarked sarcastically.

"Mum doesn't let me do anything dangerous, remember?" Niall said, sympathetically

"I've just put my hand in places ONLY I can put things in" Harry said rather smug and looked at Louis who was blushing furiously.

"S-s-stop t-talking ab-about our s-sex life H-Harry!" Louis moaned, snuggling closer into the curly haired boy.

I looked at Niall who stared at the couple in awe before pulling Hayleigh into a tight hug, my eyes suddenly darted to Liam who was staring at me with such adoration that it made all the human in me vanish. I was a monster.

"And your excuse?" I asked, trying to get rid of the guilt drilled deep within me.

"I wanted you here." He said, confidently. What the hell? When did he get so confident?

"I-I-I... uh..." Damn it, I've never been this shy, not even to Niall.

I quickly closed my mouth and made the fire, retreating next to Savannah who was by now handing out marshmallows on sticks. I took one from her and she gave me a 'We need to talk...' look, probably had to do something about Liam. Did she know about his feelings towards me too? I wouldn't be surprised if she did, nothing gets past this girl. I felt a presence scoot closer to me and a sudden warmth erupted deep inside my stomach. Suddenly a pair of arms snaked around my waist, it was firm and strong and I knew it was Liam's. I know what he feels for me is quite strong because if it was anyone else, he'd want as much space from them as possible.

"You're doing it wrong." His deep voice rang in my ears and alarm bells started to ring furiously within me.

His hands then placed over mine and held the marshmallow close to the flame, he let it linger there for a couple of seconds before pulling it back and feeding it to me. It was just probably his OCD acting up, he wanted things to be done his way and the way I made my smores was probable something he didn't like and therefore, wanted to correct? Right? It's not just a lame excuse to hold my hand? Well, I may as well have my fun. I took the stick from him and slowly placed it into my mouth, I sucked on the smore and let it ran down my tongue, the wonderful taste danced along my taste buds before I slowly swallowed, I licked the tip of the stick, slowly, to make sure there were no lingering traces of the smore left. After I was done I let out a popping noise as I withdrew the stick from my mouth, I looked at Liam to see his reaction at my risqué sense of humour and I couldn't help but feel accomplished as I stared at his widened eyes, filled with so much lust and adoration, he was biting his lips while staring at mine.