Niall:
"But girl, I’m gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now/Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now/What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?”
"Pack your weekend bag, I’m stealing you away." You’d come home frustrated and in tears by your shitty waitressing job once again. "What?" You were confused by his sudden actions. He cupped your face in his hands. "Baby, you’re so overworked. That job makes you stressed out and I just want to see you smiling. Let me take care of you. Trust me. Go pack." You smiled up at him, jumping up to go back your bag as instructed. He gave you a little pat on the butt and you giggled as you made your way to your closet. You and Niall had only been together for 6 months, but they had been so wonderful. Niall was supportive and loving and always took the time out of his busy life for you. Within the next few hours, you were both packed and on your way to the airport. You were taking his jet to a location that he still wouldn’t reveal. "Niall, where are you taking me?" You were sitting in the cushy seats, leg bouncing with excitement. "I had to pack swimsuits, so it’s somewhere warm!" He laughed at your excitement and reached over to wrap your hand up in his. "You’ll see…" "Y/n, wake up. We’re here." Your eyes opened up, forgetting for a second where you were. As you walked off the jet, you stopped and gasped. "Welcome to the Maldives, baby." It was so beautiful, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You grab Niall’s hands. "Oh it’s perfect. Thank you so much." "Come on, babe. Let’s go swimming!" You were at a secluded beach, no one around but you and Niall. You stood in the water, Niall’s lips attached to yours as you rocked back and forth in the water. Later that night, you lay in your bed, faces close together, both a little pink from the sun. "Thank you, Niall. This is a dream." "Baby… I want to give you the world. Just want to take care of you," he mumbles into your mouth. "You do. You take such good care of me." And he did. He made sure that smile never left your face when he was around.
Liam: “I ain’t concerned with other men with you now/As long as when I slide up in you, you growl/And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now/And I ain’t jealous, it’s the principle now.”
"They think you’ve broken up with me for Zac Efron of all people." "Well, if he offered…" Liam was reading one of those trashy gossip magazines in the grocery store line and pouting about your comment. "Li, stop that. You know I’m not leaving you for that man. I’m all yours." A relieved look crossed his face. "Honestly, it’s silly of you to even read those." "I know, I just hate those rumors." You turn around to look at him again. "You know, you’re really sexy when you’re jealous." "I’m not jealous, y/n. It’s just the principle of it, really." You smirk and turn back around. "Alright, Leeyum." And really, who else would you run into outside of the store than Mr. Efron himself. You chatted for a second before continuing on to the car. The short dress you had chosen today rode up, as you buckled yourself in. You hated having to stay in LA for shows, just because of the traffic. You halted to a complete stop. You huffed and Liam’s hand innocently made it’s way to your thigh. And then it moved up higher. His fingers danced around your panties, casually rubbing over your heat. "Li, what if people see?" "No one will see love, the windows are tinted enough." As his assault continues, your legs easily fall apart to give him better access. His fingers pull aside your panties, making you moan as his fingers run over your slit. "What’s gotten into you, Liam?" "I didn’t like the way he looked at you." You couldn’t muster up a reply with his fingers sinking into you. If this is what jealousy did to him, you’d have to play with him more often. His nimble hands had you shaking and moaning and leaking all over his fingers in no time. "Say my name, baby. Tell me who makes your pussy cum." Liam wasn’t this vulgar normally and the fire behind his words was pushing you over the edge. "Fuck, Liam, you. You make me like this." His fingers were slamming into you harder now, the sounds of your wetness filling the car. "Say it again. I want everyone on this highway to hear you cum while you scream my name." That’s all it took to have you screaming his name and finishing on his fingers. He slid his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth to taste. He leaned over to kiss you tenderly. "Mine," he mumbled against your mouth. "Just yours, baby…"
