Things Will Get Better (Lirry Firefighter AU One-Shot)

Things Will Get Better (Lirry Firefighter AU)

Just a little Lirry lovin' and fluff and stuff! Not really dramatic except at the beginning! No tragedy or anything!

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“GO! GO! GO! Let’s go!”

Firefighters were packing into the truck, all pulling on their gear as they did so.  It was an emergency call to a burning house only a couple blocks away.

“Payne! Get over here!”

Liam stopped in front of the fireman, his heart beating erratically and his breathing shallow.

“Sir?” Liam tried to get himself under control.

“You’re coming with us today.”

Liam didn’t have time to argue as he grabbed his gear and prepared himself for whatever was to come.  He was a volunteer rescue firefighter, so he didn’t have as much experience as these men, who worked full time jobs here.  Liam was still at university, but this was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.  Save people.

The truck pulled out of the station, barrelling down the street towards the fire. They started getting their play-by-play of what they should expect.

“Alright, fighters.  We’re looking at a two story house, possibly with a basement.  Signs of flame reported at approximately 9:05 pm.  Residents of the home are parents Anne and Robin Twist, children Gemma and Harry Styles, twenty-two and nineteen years of age.  Emergency caller said they saw Harry arrive this evening, but no sign of parents or Gemma Styles.”

Liam’s heart sunk.  He was only twenty-three himself.  There was a teenager in there.  He really hoped they would be able to get there in time.

“Caller said he wasn’t sure if Harry was inside. We might not even be dealing with a rescue mission, so don’t get ahead of yourselves. As always, be smart. The house has been ablaze for about eighteen minutes, so be mindful of the conditions and be safe. Good luck, fighters.”

Liam took another deep breath.  He’d been on enough rescue missions to know what to expect, but he couldn’t help but feel different about this one.  He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that caused nerves to overtake his body.  He couldn’t explain it, but this mission just felt...important.  Especially important.  Which was stupid because every mission was important.

He finished putting his gear on minutes before they pulled up to the burning house, sirens blaring and alerting everyone within the vicinity of the danger.  Liam entered into fire mode, as he called it, the second he climbed out of the truck.  Any time he was involved in a mission, he was nervous right up until he saw the fire.  Then, it was as if he knew exactly what needed to be done.  Fire mode.

There was another fire truck at the scene, but they were the ones who would put out the fire.  Liam was there to rescue any persons inside the house.  He followed a group of five other fighters to the entrance of the home, all of them securing their face masks and starting their flow of oxygen.  The flames were reaching high into the sky, a stark contrast to the darkness of the night, smoke rising rapidly.  This was a bad fire.  A very bad fire.

“We’ll be monitoring you from out here! Don’t be stupid! If you’re running out of oxygen, get outta there! Someone will take your place! Get moving!” the firefighter shouted over the sound of crackling flames, gave us a nod, and we were off.