𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩 | ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Weeks went by, and Morgan was spending a lot of time with Dave. Morgan was always watching him play piano.

Soon, Dave was sitting right next to Morgan while he taught him how to play. Liam saw them like that when he came home from a date one night... Together. On the bench.

The next night it was the same thing.

That weekend, Liam was trying with a third date, which had ended just about as badly as it always did, because apparently Liam texted too much. This guy always made him nervous, because he never returned his calls, so... Liam called him a lot. And texted. Maybe too much... Maybe he did text him too much.

What else was Liam supposed to do, if the dude wasn't answering?!

He wasn't in the mood when he came home to Morgan playing the piano this time, and Dave watching him. Dave was sitting next to him and his hand was on his back, right in the middle of his back... What was this?!

Morgan hit a wrong note, Liam could tell, and he turned around to look at Liam entering the house.

"Oh hey," Morgan exclaimed, his face lighting up. "How'd it go?"

"...Bad." Liam closed the front door behind him and put his stuff on the counter, biting the inside of his cheek.

Morgan frowned, "Jesus, what are you doing out there, dude...?!"

Dave laughed and rolled his eyes.

This wasn't one of his good days... Liam walked straight into his bedroom and closed the door. He took off everything except his boxers and flopped onto his neatly made bed, putting his face in a pillow.

What was he doing? He didn't know.

So far, guys had been complete assholes to him. What was wrong with really, really liking someone so much that you won't leave them alone...?

Liam had big feelings, how could no one he ever met with be the same way? How could every guy be so annoyed by him -- didn't anyone else get obsessive in relationships?! Was it him -- was he just not all that great?! Or was he just...weird? He was probably going to keep pushing every guy far away from him, and he simply couldn't help himself... Liam didn't want to be anyone but himself, but he couldn't find a single guy who appreciated it.

He cried into his pillow for a little while, before he fell asleep.

He didn't come out of his room until about one in the morning. He saw the time glaring on his alarm clock next to his bed, scratching his head and groggily getting up.

He quietly opened his bedroom door, practically naked with a blanket draped around his shoulders, looking around into the darkness. No one else seemed awake... Liam quietly walked into the kitchen once he made sure no one was there, grabbed some water, and quietly walked back to his bedroom door.

Then he saw Morgan's door crack open.

"Hey Liam," Morgan whispered through the open bedroom door with a grin, "You awake?"

Liam gave him a smart-ass look, standing there with his blanket around his shoulders and holding his glass of water... He didn't answer. Liam bit his lip for a second and tried not to laugh, looking down at the floor when Morgan grinned wider.

"Come here."

Liam wiped the look off of his face and quietly walked towards the door, surprised when he was grabbed by the arm and urgently pulled inside.

Morgan took the glass of water out of his hand and set it on his dresser before quietly shutting the door behind him. He walking forward into Liam, pressing him against the bedroom door... Morgan was wearing a shirt and sweatpants, they felt soft pressed against him, and Liam draped his blanket more closely around his shoulders.