COMA | ziam

10: That Thing

IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!!! this has a lot of mistakes I'm sure but I had to update! thank you so much for reading and don't freak out over the sexy themes :-) lol. it's been a long week ya know

"Hey." Liam is breathless and so am I, the pity that I felt these past weeks vanishing once our eyes meet.

There are questions inundating me, but the relief it was to see him standing at my doorstep was far more overwhelming. The warm love I feel for him, it dictates every emotion that I expose on my sleeve along with my budding heart. We aren't aware of what happens between us, it's just a dreamy haze of gazing into each others eyes like we were teenagers in high school, driven by lust and adoration. Forgetting everything else.

"Liam... H-How did you find my house?" I asked him, oblivious. He's so gorgeous in all of his glory, and the things we are meant to say to each other seem to scatter from our brains. He's put together in a strong stance, a beautiful glint in those smokey eyes, his skin glowing. But there's a charming unruliness to the way he doesn't care about the things he should - the image he has to illustrate in front of the Paparazzi (that he somehow got away from in this moment) - and the unwise decisions we make. It was just him, in his confidence that made my heart flutter.

"I have my ways of figuring it out. I'm sorry for coming up like this but I had to see you. It's been too long." He smiles at me and I melt into it immediately, missing everything about him.

"I-It has, Liam. I've missed you... So much." I say, leaning on the doorway and our eyes do all of the talking. My teeth digging into my bottom lip and a gorgeous smirk playing at his mouth. He's got this white button up on and jeans that are tighter than usual, showing his thicker thighs and the muscles drawn into the fabric beneath. He's like a living piece of art, like a Greek God with golden skin and eyes to match. His eyes are roaming me as much as I am to him, and the embarrassment of how I looked in my sweatpants and a wrinkled shirt flushed away by the transparent desire that swirled in his brown eyes.

"God, likewise, Zee. Is anyone here, love?" He asks as his eyes rake up my body like a frenzy, voice husky, and we both know what we want. We're rushing, but it's been too long.

"No, just you. Please come in." Immediately, stepping away, I invite him into my cold, dark house. He steps into the little crummy space I've grown up in and I would of never imagined this happening to me if I was a teenager. The thought of someone like Liam being surrounded by my family's bearings. He walks into my life and the image is puzzling, Liam and my life doesn't look right and clashes but it makes me love him more. He takes in the family photos covering the walls and I'm stuck in a trance. He's just so... I can't even put it into words. He emulates a sexiness, a kindness, and a suaveness all rolled into one.

"Nice place. Got some sisters, I see." He notes smugly and I quickly blush, realizing he doesn't know anything about my family. I fade closer to him, his scent enticing me. His eyes are just so endearing and warm and wide.

"Yeah, three actually. They'd die if they saw you here, probably duck tape you to the couch to stay." I laugh and his eyebrow raises, my breath hitching when a hand begins to slide onto my side. My chest warms and I mold into his strength, feeling a breath beginning to mingle with the skin on my neck. I feel his lips brushing past my ear and my eyes fall into the back of my head. He holds me close to him by my waist and it's crazy how much my body instantly reacts to him.

"Is that an invitation to stay around for dinner?" He smirks, playful. My hands draw up to his chest, not bothering to push him away. He brushes away my fringe falling onto my eyes and we're so wrapped up in each other.

"Liam... We have so much to talk about." I mumble, not wanting to, but I have to say it.

"I know, baby... I just wanted to know how you are and if you're okay. You've gotten so small, have you been eating enough?" He asks me with genuine concern, fleeing from cockiness and holding a free spirited heart.