You and Liam shared your first kiss when you were five. He had grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed his lips to yours, giggled and ran away. Your second kiss was when you were seven and your friend dared you. Liam had busted into tears and ran away. Your third kiss was when you were eleven under the bridge. You'd been playing football and he had kissed you. The fourth one was when you were thirteen, he had put his tongue in your mouth and you had freaked out. The fifth kiss came a week later where this time his tongue against yours wasn't horrific after all. Your sixth kiss was at a dance. You had an argument with him and he had pushed you into the wall and kissed you to shut up. You were fourteen. Your seventh kiss was when he told you that he loved you, you were sixteen. You have been crying cause your mum wouldn't give you $30 towards the dress you wanted, and Liam had handed you over the money and at your demand of why, he told you he loved you.
Liam: "You're deep in thought, babe?"
You: "just thinking of us."
His arm slides around your waist and he presses a soft kiss to your temple. For a moment you stand in silence, staring out over the rippling water that rolled gently in the creamy moonlight. You'd lost count of you'd kisses now, but you were sure that you reached the 5K mark once the vicar had pronounced earlier that day that you were now man and wife, and he may kiss the bride.
Liam: "I love you, Mrs. Payne!"
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One Direction: Imagines and Short Story: Clean and Dirty..!
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