My Fake Husband.

XII.

"I'm glad you're back, Niall."

"Yeah, me too." I nodded not completely agreeing with him, I had wanted us to work our way up like a normal relationship. It was clear that ours really never was normal, nor do I think it ever will be, Liam and I are just different.

"You don't sound too sure about it, babe." He almost questioned while laying down on the bed, he patted the spot next to him, so I laid down next to him.

"I am glad to be here, honestly." I grabbed on to his hand, smiling to reassure him.

"I missed you. I had thought of you so much, and even when I got turned on, I'd wish it was you getting me off instead." We both laughed, he was absolutely insane, but I liked him, this wasn't Liam I first met who was controlling and rude.

"You're so weird."

"But you love me anyways." He teased, causing me to chuckle. "Just like I love you." His tone was more serious this time, it made me gulp.

"You love me?" I inquired, hoping he'd say he wasn't, just so I wouldn't say it back, and it'd be too soon to take it back.

"I figured it out, and I love you. I understand that now." He squeezed on to my hand grinning at me.

The next few minutes were silent, he let go of my hand and walked out of the room, I could tell he was upset, I wanted to run after him, I wanted to plead for him to come back in here and tell me he loves me again, just so that I could tell him the same thing but as I'd opened my mouth, nothing at all would come out, my throat felt like it was closing in on me.

"Liam." I whispered and stood up walking to see him throwing stuff in a bag, oh god. Is he going to leave me?

"I have boxing in half an hour. You can come if you want." He snarled.

"You box?" I reluctantly asked. He just nodded and opened the door walking out, I chased after him and I felt awful. But I wasn't going to say I loved him back, if I didn't mean it, that'd be leading him on, and I couldn't. Sure, I liked him a lot, I just wasn't ready for saying that I loved him. Not at all.

When we got to the gym, we walked through different sections, some were basketball, soccer, pools, and yoga. When we got into the boxing room I felt so much smaller than everyone.

"Liam, who's the new boy?!" Someone shouted behind me, when I turned around I saw a big guy with a shaved head.

"Just a friend. He's just gonna sit here for awhile, he was thinking of signing up, wanted to see what it was like." The other guy laughed, and I knew Liam said just a friend in the way he did to make me mad or upset, truth be told, it did. I was his boyfriend now, and he calls me his friend. But I couldn't and wouldn't show it.

I sat on the bench, I felt so out of place. Liam was getting ready and he wouldn't even look over at me. He was mad, and it was my fault. I've known him for a month, and I haven't even thought things through, sure I liked him more than anything, but I wasn't just sure if I was in love with him. It was difficult to think about that. He may have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, and hell, he is the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. But I can't just say I love him, because what happens if I decide I don't and he uses that against me? Id feel awful.

I actually wanted to fall asleep, that's how bored I was after only half an hour, I just saw Liam hitting punching bags, then he went to go practice with some other guy, and it practically scared me for whoever pissed him off, cause he looked highly skilled and he'd probably do some damage to them.

"See you next week, Kyle!" Liam shouted walking towards me. "Let's go!" He grabbed on to my hand, and let go once I stood up. Once we were outside and walking home again it felt fine between us, as if he wasn't angry at me before.

"You were good." I quietly spoke, just wanting to hear his voice.

"Thanks..." He sighed. "Listen, I know I was mad earlier cause you didn't say you loved me. But I'll wait, even if it's ten years from now. I'll wait. Cause having you is more important than anything. I realized that about three days in when you were staying with me, that you were someone I needed. I wasn't going to let you slip away." Liam grabbed on to my hand and ever so slowly leaned in placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

Almost. I almost wanted to say I loved him too, but it wasn't alright to lead people on like that, and I had to keep reminding myself that but Liam was so damn tempting. He grabbed on to my hand and we walked in silence. I had a million things on my mind. Was Liam really in love with me? Honestly. I didn't know. Nor was I going to ask him. A part of me told me if I told him I loved him, it wouldn't be wrong cause hell, I did love him. But another part of me told me not to do it, it's too soon. But had Rose and Jack fallen in love within 3 days, I could the minute I met him. I've always liked him, and that's what I've finally figured out. Ever since that dream I'd had I'd felt more attached to him than before. It all made sense too, that I had always been a tad jealous about Sophia when I thought they'd had something going on.

When we got home, I was do glad that I could finally go to bed. I rushed into the bedroom, but Liam went to take a shower first. I laid down wondering if he'd be coming to bed with me or sleeping on the couch like he had done before. I hoped he'd come lay with me. The bathroom door shut, and I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. As he walked in, there was a small creek in the floor when he took a step forward and closed the door. The bed dipped in, and he lifted the covers, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I love you." He whispered placing a kiss on my neck. It made all the butterflies in my stomachs erupt.

Once I knew he was asleep, I turned over to my side, I'd admired how his lips parted as he was asleep, and he let out small breathes, and the moonlight from the window outside glistened in, and captured his facial features that I loved most. I loved his lips, they always looked so plump, and soft. His beard made him look very, very attractive, I loved that about him a lot, not many guys could pull it off very well but he looked hot. The only thing I couldn't see right now that I'd loved more than anything was his eyes. Liam simply looked like a gift from the gods. He was my gift, as cliche as that sounds. Who knows what I'd be doing now if I didn't agree to this? Probably working for my uncle, or I'd still be in Ireland still being made fun of, and everything. But now I had Liam, and he makes me feel secure.

"I can feel you staring at me." I got startled and jumped a bit because he surprised me.

"I thought you were sleeping, um sorry." I blushed. His thumb began to make circles on my hips.

"It's fine." He mumbled. "I wanted to talk to you about something...I couldn't really fall asleep."

"What is it?" I felt nervous and thought he'd break up with me just because I didn't say I loved him, I hoped he wouldn't.

"I have off next week, for 2 days, and then the weekend. I wanted to know if maybe you'd want to go meet my parents. I told them a bit about you, I want you to meet them. You don't have to though."

"I'll go." I immediately agreed, glad that he wasn't cutting out relationship short.

"Great. Now that that's all out, I'm going to bed. Night, Ni." He let out a yawn, and gotten comfortable again.

I gave him a kiss, and knew he already passed out when he didn't kiss back or anything. I could defiantly get used to this.