Safety 》Liam Dunbar

16; The Morning

This chapter we should appreciate how soft Liam and Caroline are right now.

My mission to keep silent failed immediately as my shower creaked when I stepped out of it. Wincing, I slowly unwrapped the messy towel off the hook and wrapped it around my body securely, leaving my soaking blonde hair to stick to my shoulders and water droplets drop to the floor. I wiped the foggy mirror to see a tired version of myself staring back at me.

I woke up about thirty minutes ago and Liam was still sleeping soundly. A smile danced on my lips as I thought about his little snores I heard when I got out of bed. Securing the towel, I opened the door slowly and walked to my room. I peeked in only to see Liam's arm sprawled over where I was and still snoring lightly. Smiling lightly, I closed the door again and walked downstairs, the stairs staying silent for once.

Stiles ate all of my favorite granola bars, dad drank all the milk- stiles doesn't like milk that much and neither do I, and there were no fruit snacks or actual fruit. Groaning dramatically, I walked up the stairs more disappointed than ever.

The bathroom was still steamy when I closed the door and dropped my towel. My figure was disoriented in the mirror in front of me. I sighed, looking away for a moment. I loved my figure but no one was perfect, and as hard as I tried to strive for it, it will never be in reach. Faded purple lines were scribbled across my hips and some on my butt, and even though I've been learning to accept my body, I still know that people are not as accepting as me. I looked back at the mirror and smiled quickly. It's their problem if they hate my body.

"Car- oh my ga-" Liam cut himself off as he slammed the door on himself, still gripping the handle tightly as the knob was still twisted on my side. "W-where did your towel go?"

"Did your voice just crack?" I teased, bending down to get my towel. Despite my perky morning tone I felt embarrassed. With rosy cheeks, I cleared my throat. "Did you, uh, see my bits?" Bits?

"Uh," I heard a little awkward shuffle, something that reminded me of a penguin shuffling. Then I couldn't help the image of Liam standing like a penguin, shuffling awkwardly on the ice with his hands by his side. He pushed the door open and just stood there, keeping his hand on the doorknob still. His eyes glazed as he took in me holding my beige towel. He didn't look at me in hunger or embarrassment, just amazement. It lit up his blue eyes. "Of course not."

I smiled bashfully at him and patted his shoulder as I passed him to go to my room. "I'm going to go change." I had nothing else to say as I went into my bedroom. By the time I had changed into an old white shirt with pink and violet flowers and pale jeans. The shirt smelt brand new, like a packaged that's never been opened. It must be brand new.

Liam walked into my bedroom a minute after I heard the toilet flush. I looked up at him through my mirror and smiled before continuing to apply a light pink blush to my freckled cheeks. I only applied that because I thought it would go along with my shirt.

"Hey freckles," He came over to where I was sitting and leaned down, aiming to kiss my cheek but ended up kissing my earlobe and jaw. I playfully swatted him away and wrinkled my nose. He scoffed and left to sit on my bed. "Well, that was just rude."

"You reek of sweat," I frowned at him through my vanity, "I know you had a nightmare and were sweaty, but jeez, it didn't reek like that!" I over-exaggerated, sticking my tongue out in disgust. Liam didn't say anything about his nightmare or his freak out episode.

It wasn't too long after we fell asleep when I was woken by Liam mumbling angrily in his sleep, kicking the sheets off of the both of us. The cold air had nipped me awake and I was freezing cold, but Liam was sweaty and overheating. I was used to nightmares as Stiles dealt with them and I did too after the hospital. After he had calmed down I ran to the bathroom to get him a cool glass of water and he was out like a light.

"It was nothing," He muttered, frowning too but not in worry like me. I could see the fire flickering in his skin.

"It doesn't matter now," I pursed my lips, trying to not argue with Liam. "Do you want a new shirt and some deodorant?"

"From Stiles?" The frown was still on his face. I missed the look of amazement on his face, he looked so much younger when he wasn't angry or worried.

I got up from my seat and placed my hands on my hips in a sassy manner, "Of course, pretty boy. Not only would my brother's clothes fit you better but his deodorant smells way better. No offense to my dad but jeez." My dad smells like my dad, old and like whiskey. I prefer Stiles' subtle deodorant.

Liam nodded and took off his shirt as if I wasn't in the room. I gawked at him, thinking about how last night we 'made out' for the first time and now she was seeing his body that she had grazed over with her fingers. He looked too good to be true.

"Me gusta mucho tu cuerpo." I winked at him. "Puedo besarte?" Liam rolled his eyes and threw his stinky shirt at me. I squealed and swatted at it when it hit me square in the face. He started to laugh and roll all over my newly made bed, wrinkling the sheets with his naked torso. What a sight to see.

I pouted, "That was very rude, pretty boy." He didn't say anything but pull me onto the bed next to him. We laid next to each other and faced one another, leaning on our elbows. I felt my excitement bundle up in knots when his breath started to hit my face. I smiled widely at him when he gave me a sweet smile.

Still dipping into the waters, Liam's head moved to mine slowly and I didn't hesitate to kiss back. The warmth from his wet lips, naked torso, and overall body heat was pressed up against mine. Everything about Liam made me so happy and that's all that matters. I was finally falling in love, experiencing a teenager's first love, and I didn't want to let it go.

I disconnected our lips after a while, my fingers treading against his chest lightly, creating little goosebumps and his nipples to harden. I smiled sweetly at him. "Liam, marry me."

All of his warmth and love disappeared and a frightened freshmen boy popped out instead. "What the fuck Caroline?"

I giggled, holding his face with my hands and pressing our foreheads together. Our noses brushed and it felt right. "I'm kidding, Liam." I kissed him sweetly. "But please be my boyfriend."

Liam didn't need to answer as he looked up at me with his perfect eyes. (He said yes of fucking course.)