To Love A Fighter |||| l.p.

Deeper

Stella's POV

I'm sad to get back to the limo, the night had been so surreal. I was just lost in friends, dance, and music. Being able to share that with Liam just made it even more amazing. I hear the group talk to each other about their favorite nights when Harry, walking with the girl I brought for him to dance with says, "Hey lets go to one more bar before we go back to the hotel!" Everyone looks at each other, we all realize that we're not ready for the night to end, "You want to go love?" Liam asks as he squeezes my hand. "Yea! Lets finish the night with a bang!" I tell him and all of us cheer as we hurry to the limo. The girls are all still in our swimsuits but we really don't care.

We go to a small beach bar called Jerry's per the driver's recommendation. We pile in and order a round of shots for everyone. I start to feel a little tipsy now that the drinks are more back to back. Suddenly Liam looks extra sexy, makes me want to have my hands on him a little more...

"Hey you!" I giggle as I wrap my arms around him. "Heeyyy! Are you drunk?" Liam asks laughing. "No....maybe just a little tipsy you sexybutt!" I hiccup a little and giggle more. "You know, you're waay out of my league," I tipsily mention, "You are just amazing, I would have never thought you were real!" He looks at me, smiles gently, "I am not out of your league, you're the angel here. I didn't think you were real either" he kisses my cheek.

My face gets hot, and I get a little dizzy with the alcohol, "see? That crap is what I'm talking about. Why do you have to be so damn hot. And a gentleman? Cheez!" I throw up my hands pretending to be exasperated. I stop and burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, I'm just really happy to be with you, it makes me nervous." "You know I kind of like drunk Stella, she's quite honest, tell me more secrets that sober Stella will be mad at me for asking later," he asks me mischievously. I start to get nervous when suddenly I hear Dropkick Murphy's come on the speakers.

Liam's POV

I groan as I hear "Rocky Road to Dublin" the Dropkick Murphys version, come on the speakers, Niall must be drunker than I thought. He gets extra Irish when he's drunk and always plays this song at the bars. Partially because they won't let him get any more traditional than that without the bar booing the music. "Oh this is a great song!" Stella exclaims. My head whips around to see her, "you know this song???" I ask incredulously. "Yea! Dropkick Murphys make great training music," she replies matter of factly. I think about what she said,  and realize she's right, an Irish rock band makes great music to punch things to. She notices Niall singing at the top of his lungs to the song and she hops over and they both drunkenly sing the lyrics together,

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary,

Started by daylight, Next morning bright and early,

Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,

That's the Paddy's cure, When he's on the drinking.

See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,

At me darling style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.

Asked me was I hired, The wages I required,

Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. 

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

They continue on and the bar claps along to their silly singing. I couldn't stop laughing at those two and watching Stella be so free spirited.

"Far la dee daaaa!!!!" Stella and Niall belt out the last of the song. The bar cheers, not sure if its because they did a good job or because they're done singing, but I don't think they really care at this point. Niall drags Stella back to me, slurring his words lets me know that "Stella iss a fullow contrym'n and should bee around alll da time!" I decide to save the fact that she learned this song from training for when he's sober. Stella giggles as Niall stumbles off to find his date for the night.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you?" I tell Stella. She gives me a tipsy smile, "I dunno wot you're talkin' about!" she grabs my face and kisses me deeply, catching me off guard. As she pulls away she looks at me and in a brief moment of clarity she says, "thank you for being so amazing. You make me so happy."

I want her, I want to tell her I want her with me all the time. That I don't know how we'll make it, but I don't want this to be over after Miami. That I don't know how we'll make it work with my schedule and hers but I want this, I want her laughter, I want her fire, I want her care, I want her love and I want to give her mine. I want every night to be filled with her adventures.

I open my mouth to say something when the lights flicker on and off, signaling that the bar was closing up shop. Everyone groans but Zayn starts to corral the group together to go back to the hotel. Over half of us were some form of inebriated. We piled into the limo and Stella put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, smiling. She looked so peaceful and happy,  I'm glad she was able to have so much fun. I kiss the top of her head as we head back.

She leans on me as we walk up to her room. I know she's no where near sober right now, but I can tell she a little more of an open book right now so I have to ask, "Stella, do you really like me?" "More than you realize," she immediately answers. My heart jumps at her answer. "So would you be open to the idea, of actually being my girlfriend? Even after we get back to Houston?" She's quiet, she stumbles a bit as we walk, her eyebrows are slight furrowed,  I smile a little at the thought of drunk Stella over analyzing this. "I would be, but the thought is a little scary. I really like you, you know?" She answers with a truthful slur. I leave it at that.

We walk into her room and she stumbles to her room and starts to close the door when she opens it again, "dont leave without saying goodbye!" She tells me firmly. I chuckle a little and tell her, "alright now go change!" She smiles as she closes the door.

I'm left with my thoughts. Stella likes me too, but she's afraid. I understand. She's a woman that likes her life. Not many do. I would definitely throw a wrench in things. I must be quite selfish to want her. But I have to give it a shot. I don't think I'll ever meet another girl like her, I HAVE to go for it.

She opens the door and walks out in some sleeping short shorts and a tank top. I'm sure she doesn't realize how revealing her outfit is. Her firm legs glide towards me as she hugs me. "Don't go," she says quietly. "What do you mean love?" I ask, concerned.  "Stay with me tonight, please?" She looks so vulnerable, so tempting, I'm not sure if this is a good idea. "Please...?" She whispers as she pulls me in for a kiss. We kiss again and again and she pulls me into the bedroom. I can't resist her as we get more and more passionate. Her hands travel up my shirt, they trace my abs, I involuntarily let out a slight moan. She takes this as a signal to take off my shirt and pulls me into the bed with her. Our tongues explore each other as my hands grab her ass and travel all over her body, our hips grind against each other as we get more and more heated. I want to start wanting to take off her clothes and stop myself. At this rate things could go all the way, but I want my first time with her to be when she wants it, sober. I pull away from her and close my eyes as I lay on her chest, trying desperately to calm myself down. "Stella, you're drunk. You should go to bed sweetheart," I manage to say. She lets out a soft whine, "Liam stay with me please? At least until I fall asleep." I smile, I can manage that. I look up at her and kiss her, "sure love, let me get in there with you." She smiles sleepily as she scoots over in the bed. I lay on my back and wrap my arm around her. She lays her head on my shoulder and I listen to her breathing get steadier and steadier. I decide to wait there a bit longer, not wanting to wake her up, and eventually,  I drift away into sleep too.