Stupid With Love

Truly, Madly, Deeply, Falling

Niall P.O.V
Our first day off in almost two weeks, we had arrived in Melbourne a few days ago ready to start the next leg of our Australian tour, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it.

Liam lay on his stomach beside me; the rumpled white sheets of my hotel bed were wrapped loosely around his waist. The Melbourne sunlight hit his profile so perfectly that I was able to make birds shadows with my hands, and watch them fly across his back. This tour and sneaking around has taken so much out of both of us that we needed to just sit back and relax. I honestly could not wait to tell the boys about us, it would take a huge load off my shoulders and we finally wouldn’t have to pretend around them. But I’m not sure Liam’s ready for that yet.

Liam stirred beside me as I sat there lost in my thoughts. I glanced down at him just as he rolled over and smiled up at me.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” I said, beaming down at him. “Want to go get some breakfast?”

“Morning, babe.” He replied, grabbing one of my arms and pulling me down on top of him. I let out a fit of giggles as he brought one of his hands up to tickle my stomach. I thrashed around; almost making us tumble off of the bed.

“STOP,” I screamed at him, and his hand came up to caress my face. He brought his head up towards mine and placed a soft, quick kiss on my lips.

“How about we just order in,” He suggested, with a wink.

I was all for that idea. Yesterday at dinner the other boys told us they were going to see what Melbourne had to offer and they would probably travel down to St Kilda for the rest of the day to checkout the beach. It was relaxing to know that we could spend the whole day in my hotel room, doing whatever we wanted with no interruptions and no awkward explanations.

We consulted the room service menu and decided on bacon and eggs, French toast with extra maple syrup, chocolate chip pancakes, Irish breakfast tea and orange juice. The breakfast of champions. They told us it would be ready in twenty minutes, so I jumped in the shower. I took my time as the warm water ran over my body.

Three swift knocks on the door indicated the arrival of our breakfast. I dressed slowly, checking my appearance in the half fogged mirror. I looked happy, my eyes were bright again and there was colour in my cheeks. This is what Liam does to me. He makes me happy; he makes me feel alive, like there is nothing that I can’t do when he’s with me. He gives me confidence, and that is what I need.

I walked back into the bedroom to find the king bed made, with Liam sitting crossed legged in the middle of it. On closer inspection I noticed two empty plates which surrounded a feast of eggs, French toast and bacon. He had set a little table next to the bed which held our drinks. He smiled up at me and gestured with his hand for me to sit.

“This is amazing, Liam,” I said to him.

“Thank the chefs, I just set it up,” He answered before taking a huge bite of the bacon.

We eat the rest of our breakfast in peace, talking about nothing and everything. The feeling was so peaceful, and the look Liam was giving me, like I was the most important person in the world to him. And in that moment I believed it, I would have believed anything he said to me. Suddenly the plates were being pushed to the side and Liam was crawling across the bed to me. He stopped in front of me and held my face in his hands, placing a passionate kiss on my lips. I was so taken off guard by this that my breath left me in a rush. His hands made their way up my torso, under my shirt, running over my slightly defined abs. he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, he then proceeded to take his own shirt off. He laid me down on the bed, away from the plates and left over food that was carelessly chucked to the side, and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down my legs. He moved up my body kissing my stomach, my neck, my dimples, my mouth, until he lay beside me. I rolled over to face him, looking into his eyes. He looked undeniably sad, until he blinked, replacing the sadness with thoughtfulness.