Irresistible [Lilo] *edited*

Chapter 26(:

A/N: this is the last chapter. There will be an epilogue. Thank you all for reading. On to the chapter...

*Third Person POV*

15 more minutes. Only 15 more minutes left of class before Liam could look for Louis. He would glance at the clock in the room every so often, and felt as if time was going slower than before. Finally, the professor brought the class to a close, and Liam was the first one out the door. He didn't even stop to say hi to any of the friends he made. He just ran all the way to his dorm, and got ready enough to see Louis. He was thankful he didn't have any lectures until the next day, so he had enough time to get his Louis back.

Before he left, Chris walked in. Liam had tried to avoid him as much as possible, but he couldn't. He had to live with him for the next couple of weeks. Liam avoided eye contact, and grabed his guitar, ironically enough, the same one Louis played him the night before, and headed to the door. Chris cleared his throat, but Liam still didn't look towards him.

"Liam, please talk to me. Okay, I don't know why you're rushing back to this guy. I thought he cheated on you. What made you change your mind?" Chris asked desperately. He knew his feelings for Liam, and he didn't want the puppy eyed boy to get back with Louis. Liam stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and turned to look towards his roommate.

"Love. I still love him, and he still loves me. I'm not giving up. I'm tired of running from everything I can't stand. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I need to go. I only have an hour before he has to go home," Liam said, waking past his roommate. Chris grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"No, okay? I don't like it. But do you know hard it is to watch the one person that makes you happy have someone else? I can't live like that anymore. Okay? I've fallen for you, hard, and I don't want to think about you being with him when you're in two different countries. I don't think I could live knowing that you would never be mine, like I was just some fling without any feelings. Because now I know I love you. Isn't that a good reason to stay with me?" Chris admitted. He didn't want to, but it needed to be said before Liam went to talk to Louis.

"I'm sorry, but I need to do this. I never meant to get your hopes up. I promise, I never wanted to lead you on, but I need him. I need to do this. For me. I hope you understand. You'll find someone who can love you better than I can. Bye Chris." And with that, Liam walked out the door. He couldn't think about how he had gotten his roommate to fall for him. He did know what Chris was talking about, not being able to be the one person that made you happy because they were with someone else. He just needed to get to the airport, not knowing where Louis was staying. He got a cab, and was soon on his way.

When he reached the airport, he waited outside for the caramel haired boy that stole his heart. He kept seeing taxi after taxi, but none of them had his Louis in them. Just when he was about to give up, Liam saw him getting out of a cab, eyes red rimmed, and looking as if he was going to cry at any moment. When they made eye contact, Louis couldn't help the smile that came on his face. He ran towards the younger lad, and cried into his chest.

"I didn't think you would show up. I waited at my hotel until the last possible second. What changed your mind?" Louis cried, pulling back to look at Liam.

"I needed to see you before you left for home. You didn't tell me where you were staying so I just came here," Liam explained, grabbing Louis' cheeks. Louis' smile grew slightly as he looked into those calming brown eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was just hoping you would find me somehow. I needed to know if you still loved me," Louis whispered.

"Well you didn't really give me a chance to answer, but I still love you. So fucking much. I would do anything for you. I just need to know if you're gonna be faithful to me. That is my only concern," Louis nodded his so fast Liam thought it would fall off.