You Want Me? Beg For Me [Niam]

~Day 8~

Day 8: 11/20/12

(still Liam's POV)

Holy shit.

I actually told him I love him. But there's no point trying to deny it. I do love him.

After I told him that, the firemen, police and ambulance had showed up and taken Niall away for a check up. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't have he chance. I told one of the medics that I was ok and after they believed me, I was able to go home.

As soon as I did get home, my mum was all over me asking if her little baby was fine. After about an hour or so of making sure I was fine, I ate absently then left to go to sleep.

I woke up today to the sound of my mum knocking in my door at 7 in the morning. I let her in and she told me that the school had called just letting us know that school was cancelled until further notice. I just nodded and she left me alone after that.

So here I am on my bed thinking about Niall and, as cheesy as this sounds, why I love him.

How can you not love Niall? It's impossible to hate him or even dislike him. Hating or disliking him is like hating or disliking a cute little puppy. You just can't and if you do, you better have a good excuse or else...

His beautiful blue eyes that you can drown in. Even though they're broken they're still beautiful. I'm willing to fix them no matter what.

His creamy white skin. Some people call it pale, I call it creamy. It looks soft and smooth almost like porcelain, but warm instead of cold. I love how when he gets embarrassed or flustered, it turns a cute shade of pink making him even more perfect.

His tousled dyed blonde hair. I don't care if it's a brown color or blonde, I would still like it. I want to feel his hair running through my fingers, hearing him sigh in contentment. Watching him as he runs his hands through it making it even more disheveled but sexy.

His tantalizing pink, plump lips. When they turn up in a smile brightening up everyone's day. Whe they turn down in a frown making me want to do anything to please him and make him smile his gorgeous smile again. Having them against mine, moving along mine as we kiss. Feeling the softness of them.

His captivating voice that is made even more so by his charming Irish accent. When he laughs, it's contagious, making everyone else laugh and bring their moods up. Just hearing him talk in general is hypnotizing.

Honestly, I can't even describe much I love him. I can ramble on and on about why I love him, but I can't explain how much I love him. Just thinking about him right now has my heart beating furiously, aching with my love for him. My cheeks heat up and I get a rave party in my stomach.

I can't believe I thought this was a phase. I was just trying to ignore my feelings, hoping they would disappear but they didn't. And for that I'm thankful for.

The moment that I finally embraced my love for Niall was when someone shouted that Niall was in the burning school.

I couldn't stand the thought of Niall getting hurt, much less dying. Now that I know I love him, I can't imagine my life without him. It feels weird too even think about it.

And it hurts.

It felt like my heart died and shriveled up leaving nothing but a beating organ only used for pumping blood. Now I realize that Niall is my heart. If he dies, it'll die. It he gets hurt, it'll get hurt. But if he's happy, it'll be happy. I can't loose him. I just can't.

This isn't a game anymore. I'm doing this to win both his love and trust.

I REFUSE to loose this challenge.