I was doing laundry at the flat I shared with my boyfriend, Liam. As I carried the basket of folded clothes to the staircase, I passed Liam's private office. I heard voices coming from inside the door. Curiously, I leaned against the wall listening to the voices.
I recognized the first voice as Harry. "Does it bother you?"
"Well, don't get me wrong, I love her to death," Liam trailed off , "and I'm willing to be patient, but at the same time I can't help but wonder if she doesnt trust me enough."
"Virgin?" Harry asked.
"Probably, but that's not the point."
Harry laughed. "Well, whenever you do end up getting in the sack with her, it'll be worth it. When's the last time you got some action in the bedroom?" he smirked.
"When I was with Danielle," Liam replied.
I choked on a sob. Liam and I had brushed the topic of sex before, but I never gave him a straight answer.. What if he left me if I wasn't willing to? Liam never brought up Danielle, but I'd always felt like I was living in her shadows when I started dating Liam. Now that feeling was starting to find its way back to me. I dropped the basket on the floor absentmindedly and felt tears run down my face, running upstairs, before I could the last words of their conversation.
"So, you'd break up with her if she doesn't?" Harry asked.
"Oh God no! Harry, I'd be willing to never have sex again if it meant staying with her. She really is my world and I love her with all of my being. Speaking of that, I'm going to go check on her. I haven't really heard from her all day," he frowned.
"Okay, well then I guess I should get going. See you later, mate."
Liam opened his office door and saw the laundry basket and its contents sprawled across the floor. "What the?" he said under his breath, bending over and picking everything up. "I'll catch you later, Harry," he said, pushing the basket aside and running up the staircase.
I laid atop the covers and wiped my eyes, then heard a faint knock on the door before Liam came in.
"Hey," he whispered, sitting on the bed beside me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I replied, faking a smile.
"Y/N..."
"Liam, I'm fine!" I insisted, beginning to get up.
"Not so fast!" he said, pulling me back down and tucking me into his chest, holding me close.
I didn't know what to do at this point. "Li, I'll be back in one second," I said, getting up again and walking into our shared bathroom. I shut the door behind me and looked into the mirror. Was I really about to do this? Apparently. I took a deep breath and began removing my shirt, then pulling off my pants. Doing my best to shake off my insecurities, I pulled my bra up to give me more, "support," shall I say.
I opened the bathroom door and saw that Liam was looking through a magazine. I mustered up all the courage I could. "Hey," I choked.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, looking up from the magazine. "Uh... I... " he sputtered.
I crawled onto the bed and climbed onto him, pulling the magazine from him and tossing it to the floor. He looked at me in shock and I crashed my lips onto his. He groaned and grabbed me by waist, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip and I parted my lips nervously allowing him to stick his tongue in, exploring my mouth. I pulled apart and pressed a kiss to his jaw, trailing them down to his neck and reaching his sweet spot. "Mmm, god," he moaned, leaning his head so I had better access. He pushed me back lightly, turning us over so he was on top, repeating the actions on me. I was so freaked out and nervous that I couldn't manage to enjoy myself. Noticing how tense I was being, he pulled back. "What's wrong?" he asked, scanning my face. All he had to do was meet my gaze and watch my eyes flicker with worry. I tried holding back the two tears forming in my eyes, but with no success, they fell down my cheeks. "Oh my God," he said, getting off of me immediately. "What's wrong? Y/N??? Please tell me!" he begged.
