One Direction Imagines and Preferences 2

Liam Imagine: Strangers

I tiredly began to walk towards my bedroom, ready to finally sleep.

It was midnight and I was only just going to bed after watching TV for hours when I was interrupted by a knocking at the door.

I looked through the key hole and I could just make out the features of a man.

"Who is it?" I called nervously.

"Hi, my names Liam, I won't hurt you it's just my cars broken down and my house is ages away. I-I don't know what to do." The stranger spoke.

I warily opened the door to see a man with brown watery eyes looking at me, he looked so stressed and flustered.

"I'm so sorry to brother you so late but my house is about an hour away and my phones ran out of charge, now my car has broken down and I don't know what to do." He explained.

"Your house was the only one with a light on, could I, erm, could I maybe borrow your phone to ring someone?"

He looked so hurt, there was just something about him, he was beautiful and so cute.

I smiled at him. "Come in." I laughed a he smiled coming in.

"I'm really sorry, could I just phone someone? I'll be out of your way as soon as possible." He looked so lost, so confused.

"Really? I mean I don't want to disturb you." He said, he was so caring.

"Of course. It's better than being here alone." I laughed, setting him up on the sofa before leaving him to sleep.

I got in bed and thought about him. I've only just met him and yet, I had an attraction to him. Usually I wouldn't ever let a stranger into my house, of course I'd have let him use the phone, but I wouldn't have trusted him; but, there was something about him. I feel safe and secure. Don't be stupid Y/N, you've only just met him.

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The next morning I woke up and headed downstairs, remembering Liam who's car had broken down last night, however, I can smell bacon.

I walked into the kitchen to see Liam, shirtless with only a pair of jogging bottoms on, that hung so low you could see his Calvin Klein waistband.

"Morning." I said, awkwardly.

Liam turned around, brightly smiling. "Good morning, I just wanted to cook you something before I leave to say thank you, I've rung the repair men and they're on their way so I won't be here much longer. I hope you don't mind." He explained.

"No I don't mind, that's really sweet of you." I smiled. He had a six pack and was extremely hot, so hot I felt myself staring before I awkwardly looked away, blushing.

"Sorry, um, do you want me to put a shirt on?" He asked, embarrassed after seeing me blush.

"No, I'm fine with you without it." I said quickly, blushing after realising what I just said.

Liam smirked. "Oh, okay then." He laughed.

"I-I just meant, that, you know, I don't mind." I added, walking out of the kitchen and sitting down on the sofa.

I mentally face palmed. I just made everything so awkward between us.

"Breakfast is ready!" Liam called. I could get used to this.

"Thank you, you really didn't have to do this." I smiled, gratefully taking the plate from him and sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Your welcome, I really wanted to. I was so confused last night and felt really awful for just turning up like that, you didn't have to put me up for the night either, you could've just let me borrow your phone." He laughed.