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LOL I LOVE PUNS
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As most of you know, One Direction is on a hiatus. That means that the boys are separated and well, disconnected. They talk once in a while, promises are broken here and there. Some based off the bro code. Remeber the code: you shouldn't date your best friends ex. Well, promises are made to be broken right?
-y/n pov-
I hold his soft olive face into my arms as he tugs the white duvet up my bum. I giggle into his neck as he squeezes my side.
"Li, don't do that," I smile, placing kisses up and down his neck.
"Oh, but I love hearing your laugh baby," he chuckles and he presses a heavy kiss onto my cheek. Suddenly, he flips me so he's on top. This time he cradles my head into his bulgy arms as I run my fingers through his soft brown hair.
During the beginning of the hiatus, Harry and I broke up. He said that he needed time for himself and to write music. I understood, but I couldn't help the tear in my heart. It hurt a lot to be disconnected from the one you loved most. That's when I also began to talk to Liam. Liam and I have been there for each other through thick and thin. He was there for me when Harry broke up with me, I was there for him when he and Cheryl got together, I was there for the birth of Bear, he was there when Harry began dating Camille, and I was there when he and Cheryl broke up. We were there for each other when we needed someone.
Pressing his lips onto mine, I teasingly pull away, running to the bathroom. In just my bra and underwear. I admit I spent the night over at Liam's, but we just couldn't keep our hands off each other. One thing led to another and so we ended up here. Liam ended up joining me in the shower and so yeah. That's all I'm saying for now. I grab one of Liam's pink distressed hoodie, my black trench coat from last night, my light wash ripped mom jeans that are also from last night and my black vans.
"Hey, baby bean?" I call out from the bathroom and he pops his head through the door.
I look behind him as I pull my hair up to a messy bun, "is it ok if I borrow your hoodie?" I question, fluffing my bun out.
He walks into the bathroom to wrap his arms around my waist, "you look beautiful in my clothes baby," with that he quickly pecks my cheek and leaves for the living room. I take a deep sigh and I look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are so dull and my skin never seems to glow anymore. I shake my head and ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach.
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We end up walking around the city hand in hand. I just pray for a peaceful day. Not too many fans and no paparazzi at all. I take a deep sigh and I tighten my grip around his bicep, "where are you taking me?" I question, looking up at him. I admire his little cute birthmarks on his neck that I love so much, but I can't help but compare him to Harry. He would be so gentle with me as if I was glass, but with a little edge. Liam is always, rough and hard. I do enjoy my time with him it's just that I've been with Harry for years and I've been with Liam for weeks. Liam enjoys rap and pop, while Harry is interested in rock and alternative music. They're just so different.
