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polarisjisung · 5 months ago

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LOVE ON THE COURT | 31 BETRAYAL.

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing, abandonment issues + shitty family dynamics

NOTES | idk what to say about Liam Payne.. this is all very shocking, he was so young

today's actual note is at the end of the chapter (I have no idea why I've been putting them at the beginning)

11:49 PM sunday night

The warmth, the comfort, the ease of being surrounded by the people she loved most had been healing. Y/n knew that running away from her problems, however small, wasn't the right thing to do.

She had known it for a while, but every time she had thought to reach out and voice out her concerns, a quiet whisper in the back of her head seemed to stop her, one that begged her not to be so dependent on the support of the people around her, she knew that they could leave, and if they did, she wouldn't be able to handle herself. She wasn't strong enough to withstand the bitter feeling of abandonment again. And so time and time again she stopped herself, but this time she knew it wasn't worth worrying over the what ifs, and even if she had no guarantee that the people in her life were here to stay, she would take their word for it.

Whether it was a conversation with a friend, or responding to the messages that had been piling up over the weekend, she knew that detaching herself wasn't an option. It was that realisation that had been the whole essence of her night. How she'd made up with ningning most predominantly.

But every lesson learnt and every ounce of comprehension in her seemed to vanish only hours later. After the voices echoing through her apartment had hushed and too many lively and fun conversations had found their ends.

Y/n's friends had ultimately returned home, Jay to his own apartment next door and she had tucked Minjun into bed ready for the working week ahead, he had school early tomorrow morning. Y/n had busied herself in packing his bag and gathering her own things together, a smile on her face knowing that even if things weren't perfect, she didn't have to face them alone, though she didn't quite believe that part, it was worth a shot.

She would lean on her friends when they offered and she would reach out when she needed to. It seemed simple enough.

But when she swung open the door, hesitantly— confused as to who could possibly be visiting her as the clock was almost about to tick over the hour, her face drained of all colour and her breath caught in her throat.

It was as though her peace was taken away, and with it went all the coherent thoughts in her mind. She felt empty.

Nothing but a loop of memories in her brain, the empty house she woke up to years ago, the cries that echoed from minjun's nursery, the taunting weight of loneliness that still pressed down on her to this day. Every minute, every second of that day played in her mind like a broken record, and each recollection was vivid, details accumulating to add to the weight that fell heavy on her chest.

No reason, no words, not even an explanation on where he was going, not even a warning. It all came rushing back to her, every emotion, every feeling, the pressure, it all came back to her with ten times the pain, raw and unforgettable. Her heart ached. She felt constricted for air, like the person stood in front of her had tied a noose along her neck and each second that passed pulled the knot tighter and tighter.

Because there he was, stood towering over her, older than she remembered, weaker, but just as familar as the day he left, the man she called her father.

It was an instinct, whether protective or not y/n wasn't sure, but she found herself shutting the apartment door behind her, afraid of what the man in front of her was capable of. If he was capable of leaving his children alone in the middle of the night one day, only to never return, she assumed he was capable of much worse.

There's a lot of questions she'd like to ask, why he left, why he never came back, whether he felt guilty or not, she wanted to ask the questions she'd spent years wondering, raising herself and her brother all alone, but all that she could force out was one question.

"What are you doing here?" and even then her voice faltered despite her pointed tone

"That's no way to greet your father y/n" she can't help but sigh. Now he wanted to be a father?

"How did you find out where I lived?" she asked, a shakiness to her voice that didn't go unnoticed by her dad. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

"You're not going to invite me in?" he said, a smile on his face that y/n recognised as all but genuine. It didn't carry the same affection, didn't radiate the same warmth, it served as nothing more than a bitter reminder of all that he had done, or rather, all that he never did.

"It's not usually smart to invite strangers into your home and especially not at this time," she sighs, her eyes boring into his. "Is there actually any reason you're here?"

"I can't come see my children?" she scoffs, his children?

"You lost that right years ago, don't contact me, don't message me and don't you dare come back here ever again" she was going to leave, knowing she didn't want to give him the privilege of knowing just how much she has struggled without him, she was and always would be fine without him, she'd learnt how to be.

"You won't ask why I left?" he asked from behind her, stopping her before she could enter her apartment again.

"I don't care why, you left without a word last time, do the same again" y/n was ready to slam the door in his face, but his next words came accompanied by a knowing smirk

"That might be your decision y/n, but what about minjun, he is my son after all, don't you think he deserves a father?"

Her face contorted with a slight confusion, nose scrunching as she felt her skin crawl

"Your son?" another scoff, "you've never acted like he was your son"

"I asked you if you think he deserves a father, you can't take that away from him just because it was something you never had"

Y/n rolls her eyes "You know I waited all my life for you to step up and be a father, minjun deserves a father more than anything, but he deserves better than you"

"no one can be better than his real father come on? you're my daughter aren't you smarter than this y/n?"

"I stopped being your daughter the day you left. And if there's anything I've learnt in all these years, it's that you're not someone to trust. I know you, you're not capable of being a father."

"And you are? your little basketball friends are? that jaemin boy who left you just like I did is capable of helping you raise my son, but for some reason, I'm not?" his words cut deep, his intentions clear yet y/n was blinded by emotion, and the unrelenting desire to not break in front of him. "If you can let him back into your life y/n, then why not me? After all, blood is thicker than water. If I can leave you, why are you so certain they won't"

NOTES | cats out of the bag... as for y/n's dad, this is not the last we will be seeing of him and he will be hearing a lot more than this, I can't WAIT for y/n to give him an earful 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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niallerspayno · 3 months ago

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Troublemaker - Part 2

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You and Liam announce your new relationship while you continue to heal. Can you go the distance? Or will you turn into someone you no longer recognise?

Tags: Liam x reader, angst, smut, some fluff

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

...

The tour bus feels different these days. Liam has practically glued himself to your side since the sprain, always there with an ice pack, a supportive hand, or a stern reminder to “stay off that ankle.”

“Liam, I’m fine,” you say for what feels like the hundredth time as he insists on helping you into the greenroom before soundcheck.

“And you’ll stay fine if you let me help,” he retorts, his arm steady around your waist.

The other boys are sprawled on couches inside, Niall strumming his guitar while Harry and Zayn are deep in a card game.

“Ah, here comes Nurse Payne,” Niall teases, plucking a dramatic chord.

“More like overprotective bodyguard,” Harry adds, grinning.

Liam ignores them, settling you onto the couch with your leg propped up on a cushion. He hands you a water bottle, and his soft smile makes the teasing worth it.

Louis, however, is pacing.

“This is so boring,” he announces, throwing himself dramatically into a chair. “We haven’t caused any chaos in days.”

“I’m recovering, Louis,” you remind him, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and apparently dating Buzzkill Payne now,” he shoots back, though his tone is more playful than biting.

Liam gives him a look but doesn’t rise to the bait.

“Come on, someone,” Louis continues, looking around the room. “Zayn? Fancy switching teams and becoming my new partner-in-crime?”

Zayn doesn’t even look up from his cards. “Hard pass, mate.”

Louis groans, turning to Niall. “You, then. You’ve got that mischievous glint in your eye.”

Niall grins but shakes his head. “Nah, I like watching you two wreak havoc too much. It’s more fun from the sidelines.”

Louis slumps dramatically. “What about you, Harry?”

Harry leans back in his chair, smirking. “I’m more of a chaos observer. Sorry, Lou.”

It’s clear Louis feels a little lost. He tries roping the others into small pranks over the next few days—swapping Liam’s protein powder for flour, rearranging Harry’s curls while he naps—but it’s not the same without you.

Eventually, he plops down next to you during a quiet moment, his usual energy replaced by a rare seriousness.

“I miss you,” he admits, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“I’m still here, Lou,” you say, bumping his shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, but it’s different now,” he mumbles. “You’re with him”—he jerks his thumb toward Liam, who’s a few feet away setting up snacks—“and you’re hurt. It’s like I’ve lost my chaos buddy.”

You take his hand, squeezing it. “You haven’t lost me, Louis. It’s just... things are changing. But I promise, as soon as I’m back on my feet, we’re taking Liam down together.”

Louis brightens at that, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “You mean it?”

“Of course.”

“Better not let him hear that,” he whispers conspiratorially, glancing at Liam.

“Let me hear what?” Liam asks, appearing at your side with impeccable timing.

“Nothing!” you and Louis say in unison, exchanging a grin that feels like old times.

Liam sighs, shaking his head, but the fond smile tugging at his lips says he knows exactly what he’s in for.

...

The next week brings slow but steady progress with your recovery. Liam remains as attentive as ever, helping you with every small task—even ones you insist you can manage yourself.

“I can tie my own shoe, Liam,” you say, exasperated, as he kneels at your feet before rehearsal.

“Not with a sprain, you can’t,” he counters, his hands deftly working the laces. His tone is firm, but the softness in his eyes betrays him. “Just let me help, alright?”

You sigh but let him finish, catching Louis watching the interaction from across the room. His expression is unreadable, and he quickly looks away when you meet his gaze.

Later, you find him perched on the edge of the stage, staring out at the rows of empty seats.

“Hey,” you say, hobbling over with your crutches.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he quips, but there’s no real bite to it.

“Resting is boring,” you reply, sitting beside him. “What’s up?”

Louis shrugs, his gaze still distant. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

He hesitates before answering. “You and Liam. It’s weird, you know? Good weird, I guess. But still weird.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he says, glancing at you. “It’s just... we used to be this unstoppable duo, causing chaos wherever we went. And now you’re, like, all grown up or something.”

You laugh. “I’m not grown up, Lou. I’m just... balancing things better. You’ll always be my partner-in-crime.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

That seems to reassure him, and he gives you a small grin. “Alright. But if Liam ever steps out of line, you let me know. I’ll take him down.”

“Deal.”

As the days pass, Louis gradually warms to the new dynamic. He even starts teaming up with Liam to help you—though not without some playful grumbling. One evening, the three of you are in the greenroom when Louis smirks and says, “You know, Payne, for a guy who used to lecture me about not encouraging her, you’re doing a terrible job.”

“Someone has to keep you two in check,” Liam replies, handing you an ice pack.

Louis rolls his eyes. “You’re not keeping anything in check, mate. You’re enabling her.”

“And yet you’re still jealous,” you tease, throwing a pillow at him.

Louis catches it with a grin. “Damn right I am.”

...

The night is quiet on the tour bus, the hum of the engine lulling most of the boys to sleep. But your ankle aches just enough to keep you awake, and Liam, true to form, is awake with you.

You’re curled up on the small couch in the lounge area, his arm draped around your shoulders as you rest your head against his chest. The warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it’s enough to make the dull throb of your ankle fade into the background.

“You know,” you murmur, breaking the silence, “you don’t have to do all this.”

Liam tilts his head down to look at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “All what?”

“This.” You gesture vaguely, your hand brushing against his chest. “Taking care of me. Hovering.”

He scoffs softly, his hand moving to gently rub your arm. “Hovering? I think you mean being a decent boyfriend.”

The word boyfriend hangs in the air between you, and your heart skips a beat. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, and the way it rolls off his tongue so naturally makes your chest ache in the best way.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you tease, tilting your head to look up at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Liam doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. You’ve got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you say, your voice softening. “It sounds... perfect.”

His eyes search yours, a flicker of something tender and vulnerable crossing his face. “You mean the world to me,” he says, his voice low but steady. “I’m not just going to sit back and watch you struggle. I care about you too much for that.”

For a moment, you’re lost in the warmth of his gaze, the sincerity in his words making your heart feel like it might burst. Before you can overthink it, you lean up and press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and sweet, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek as he deepens it just enough to leave you breathless. When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, a small, content smile playing on his lips.

“Girlfriend,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as if testing the word again.

You grin, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “Boyfriend.”

Liam chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer. “Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best,” you reply, snuggling into his embrace.

In that moment, the ache in your ankle doesn’t matter. All that matters is the warmth of Liam’s arms around you and the quiet realisation that, with him, you’ve found something truly special.

...

A couple of weeks have passed since your ankle injury, and you’re finally feeling like yourself again. The limp is nearly gone, and you’re back to your usual antics with Louis, much to Liam’s exasperation—and quiet relief that you’re healing.

But while the band’s dynamic feels as solid as ever, things are shifting behind the scenes.

Management calls a meeting, pulling you and Liam aside before rehearsals. The tone is tense from the moment you walk into the room.

“We’ve noticed some... developments,” one of the execs starts, his words as sharp as his tailored suit. “Between the two of you.”

You glance at Liam, who straightens in his seat, his jaw tightening.

“And?” Liam asks, his voice calm but clipped.

“This relationship,” the exec continues, gesturing vaguely between you, “it’s a risk. The band’s success depends on a unified image. Relationships within the group can create distractions, tension—potentially divide the fanbase.”

Your stomach churns. “So, what? You want us to pretend we’re not together?”

“We’re asking you to consider what’s best for the band,” another manager chimes in, her tone saccharine but no less cutting. “Sometimes personal feelings have to take a back seat to professional responsibilities.”

Liam leans forward, his elbows resting on the table as his eyes narrow. “What’s best for the band is that we’re happy and working well together. And we are. So, I don’t see the problem.”

The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of their disapproval settling heavily in the air.

Paul clears his throat from the corner of the room. “I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

The managers turn to him, and he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “They’ve always worked well together, and they still do. If anything, they’re even more in sync now. Trying to force them apart? That’s what’ll cause problems.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, grateful for Paul’s quiet support. But the execs aren’t done.

“This isn’t just about the band,” the first one says, his voice dropping lower. “The media has already picked up on this. Fan speculation is through the roof, and while a majority seem supportive, there’s already some backlash. If this gets out of control, it could hurt the group’s image—and yours.”

“Then let us handle it,” Liam says firmly.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“With honesty,” Liam replies, his voice steady. “We’re not hiding, but we’re not flaunting it either. If people have a problem with us being together, that’s on them. Not us.”

Your chest tightens at his words. His unwavering support in the face of their attempts to divide you feels like an anchor in a storm.

When the meeting ends, the tension still lingers, but Paul pulls you aside as the others leave.

“For what it’s worth,” he says quietly, “I think you two are good for each other. Don’t let them scare you into thinking otherwise.”

You nod, giving him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Paul.”

As you and Liam head back to rehearsals, his hand brushes against yours before he laces your fingers together, ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of the team.

“You okay?” he asks softly, glancing down at you.

You nod, squeezing his hand. “As long as we’re together, yeah.”

He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

...

The meeting with management lingers in your mind as you and Liam rejoin the boys in the rehearsal room. They’re sprawled across the space, instruments and props scattered around. Louis is perched on a stool, absentmindedly tossing a stress ball to Harry, while Zayn and Niall argue over who has the better ping-pong skills.

The moment you and Liam step in, their heads turn, and Louis’s face lights up.

“Finally! I thought you two got kidnapped by Paul or something,” Louis exclaims, hopping off the stool. His eyes narrow, a teasing smirk spreading across his face. “Wait, did they pull you aside for a lecture about PDA? Should we all be taking notes?”

Niall snickers. “Wouldn’t put it past them.”

You and Liam exchange a glance, and before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out. “Actually, it was worse. They think we’re a threat to the band.”

The room goes silent for a beat before Harry lets out a low whistle. “Wow. Dramatic, even for them.”

“Did they seriously say that?” Zayn asks, his brows furrowing.

Liam nods, his jaw tight. “They’re worried it’ll mess with the band’s image or some nonsense.”

Louis steps closer, crossing his arms. “And what did you say to that?”

You grin, nudging Liam with your elbow. “Liam basically told them to shove it.”

“That’s my boy!” Louis exclaims, clapping Liam on the back with enough force to make him stumble. “Daddy Directioner standing up to the big bad bosses—love to see it.”

“They weren’t wrong about one thing, though,” you say, flashing Louis a mischievous smile. “I am a menace.”

Louis’s eyes light up, and he throws his arm around your shoulders. “And thank God for that. I’ve been lost without my partner-in-crime. Niall’s no fun, Zayn’s too cool for my antics, and Harry...” He pauses, glancing at Harry, who’s lazily spinning in a chair. “Well, he tries, but it’s not the same.”

“I’m hurt, Louis,” Harry says, feigning offense.

“Don’t be,” Louis replies cheerfully. “Now that Y/N’s back in action, the chaos quota is officially restored.”

Liam groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh, great. Just what we need.”

“Oh, come on, Payne,” you tease, stepping out of Louis’s hold to face him. “You know you missed us causing trouble.”

“I missed you,” Liam says, his voice low enough that it’s meant just for you. Then, louder, he adds, “The trouble? Not so much.”

“You love it,” you say with a grin.

The other boys exchange knowing looks, and Harry raises a brow. “So... does this mean you two are, like, official now?”

You hesitate for a second, glancing at Liam, who gives you a small nod before turning back to the group.

“Yeah,” Liam says simply. “We are.”

There’s a collective sigh of relief, followed by Niall’s cheerful, “Finally!”

Zayn smirks. “Thought we’d have to lock you two in a room to sort this out.”

Louis, on the other hand, looks slightly put out. “So, what? You’re ditching me for him now?”

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand. “Louis, you’ll always be my chaos buddy. Liam’s just... the calm to my storm.”

Louis brightens immediately, turning to Liam with a triumphant grin. “Hear that? You’re the boring one.”

Liam groans, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips as the boys erupt into laughter.

...

The media whirlwind around your relationship with Liam grows louder as the tour continues. While most fans are supportive, there’s a vocal minority who aren’t as kind.

Some tabloids run stories about you being a distraction, while others speculate about the band’s dynamics. Social media is a mixed bag—one moment filled with adorable edits of you and Liam, the next flooded with comments from fans who had shipped you with Louis for years.

You scroll through your phone in the quiet of your hotel room, heart sinking as you read: “She’s ruining the band’s chemistry.” “What about Louis? Their friendship was perfect—this ruins it!” “Liam deserves someone who actually loves him, not someone who flirts with everyone.”

You toss your phone onto the bed, frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

Louis knocks on the open doorframe, holding up two bottles of soda. “Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”

You force a smile. “Thanks, Lou.”

He plops down on the bed next to you, handing you a bottle. “So... are we going to talk about the storm cloud hanging over your head, or are you going to keep pretending everything’s fine?”

You sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “People think I’m ruining the band. They think I’m coming between you and Liam. Some of them even think I should’ve picked you instead.”

Louis snorts. “Picked me? That’s ridiculous. We’re practically siblings.”

“I know that. You know that. But some people don’t see it that way.”

“Well, they’re idiots,” he says bluntly. “Besides, you and Liam make sense. He’s boring enough to keep you grounded, and you’re wild enough to stop him from turning into a full-time dad.”

You laugh softly, but the ache in your chest doesn’t go away. “It’s just... hard, you know? I didn’t expect all of this.”

Louis wraps an arm around you. “You’ve got me, okay? And the boys. You’re not going through this alone.”

...

Later that night, Liam finds you in the rehearsal room, where you’ve been sitting alone, strumming a guitar to clear your head.

“Hey,” he says, stepping inside.

“Hey,” you reply, not looking up.

He hesitates before sitting down across from you. “You’ve been quiet today.”

“Just tired,” you say, your voice clipped.

Liam doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Louis lately.”

You put the guitar down, frowning. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he says quickly, then adds, “It’s just... every time something’s wrong, you go to him instead of me.”

“Because he doesn’t make me feel like this!” you snap, your frustration spilling over.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m doing something wrong!”

Liam’s eyes widen, taken aback. “I’ve never said that.”

“You don’t have to, Liam. You’re always tense, always worried about what people will say or think. I get enough of that from everyone else—I don’t need it from you, too.”

He looks away, his jaw tight. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“And I’m trying to breathe!”

The silence that follows is deafening, the weight of your words hanging heavily between you.

“I love you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “But sometimes, it feels like you don’t trust me enough to let me help you.”

You swallow hard, your throat tight. “I love you too, Liam. But I can’t keep feeling like I’m walking on eggshells around you.”

Liam stands, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe we both need some space to figure this out.”

The words cut deeper than you expect, but you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

As he walks away, you’re left staring at the guitar in your lap, wondering how everything got so complicated so quickly.

...

The knock on Louis’ hotel room door is frantic, and when he swings it open, his stomach drops at the sight of you.

You’re swaying slightly, eyes glassy, clutching a half-empty bottle of vodka from the minibar.

“Y/N?” he asks, stepping aside to let you in. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I needed you,” you slur, brushing past him into the room.

Louis closes the door and turns to face you, arms crossed. “Are you drunk?”

You spin to face him, a lopsided grin on your face. “Maybe a little.”

“A little?” He raises an eyebrow, snatching the bottle from your hand. “This is empty enough to say otherwise. What’s going on?”

You flop onto the edge of his bed, burying your face in your hands. “I screwed everything up, Lou. Liam hates me. He thinks I don’t trust him. But I do. I do! I just...” You trail off, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Louis sits beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “Hey, slow down. Start from the beginning.”

You look up at him, your eyes shining with tears and something else—something that makes his stomach twist. “It’s just... you’re always there, you know? You’ve always been the one I can count on.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my job as your honorary brother,” he quips, trying to lighten the mood.

But you’re not laughing. Instead, you lean closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “What if it’s more than that?”

Louis stiffens. “Y/N...”

“You get me, Lou,” you murmur, your hand brushing his knee. “You’re the one who’s always here when I need someone. Maybe it should’ve been you all along.”

He shakes his head, panic flashing across his face. “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk, and you’re upset. This isn’t you.”

“It feels real,” you insist, leaning in until your lips are just inches from his.

For a moment, Louis hesitates. But then he pulls back, gently gripping your shoulders to put distance between you. “No. Y/N, stop. You love Liam. You’re just hurting right now, and you’re looking for an escape. But this isn’t it.”

The words slice through your drunken haze like a knife, and the reality of what you almost did crashes over you. You cover your mouth with your hands, a sob escaping. “Oh my God, Louis, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, letting go of your shoulders. “But you need to pull yourself together, yeah? You can’t let one fight with Liam make you spiral like this. He loves you, even if he’s rubbish at showing it sometimes.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a small smile. “Now, come on. Let’s get you some water and put you to bed before you do something else you’ll regret.”

As he helps you up and guides you back to your room, the weight of your actions lingers heavily in the air. You know you’ll have to face Liam soon—and the thought terrifies you—but for now, you’re grateful Louis was there to stop you from crossing a line you couldn’t uncross.

...

Liam knocks softly on your hotel room door, his heart racing as he stands on the other side, unsure of how you'll react after everything that happened earlier. You haven’t been answering his texts or calls, and he’s felt the distance between you both growing since your argument. But now, he’s here, determined to make things right.

When you open the door, you’re standing there in one of his old t-shirts, hair messy, looking so effortlessly beautiful, and yet, he can see the weariness in your eyes. The tension between you both is palpable. You’ve both been avoiding talking about what happened, but now, it’s time to face it.

“Can we talk?” Liam’s voice is softer than usual, vulnerable even. He’s not used to feeling like this, unsure of what to say, how to fix what’s broken. But he needs to. He’s not ready to lose you.

You don’t say anything at first, just step aside to let him in, and he follows you into the room. The door clicks shut behind him, and the silence hangs heavy in the air. You both sit on the edge of the bed, not touching, but the distance between you feels even more immense than it should.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry,” Liam starts, his voice low and careful. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t turn to me or like I was holding you back. It’s just... I care about you so much, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You look at him, your heart aching. You’ve been avoiding talking to him, but hearing him say that, it hits you right in the chest. The anger from earlier starts to fade, replaced with a tenderness you’ve been longing for.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” you finally speak, your voice shaky but genuine. “I was just confused. I thought I was losing you too, in a way. I never meant for all of this to happen, for us to drift apart.”

Liam takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch yours. The warmth of his touch is enough to send a jolt through you, a reminder of how much you missed him, of how much you needed him. The moment feels like the world has stopped, leaving just the two of you in this tiny hotel room.

“You haven’t lost me,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours for a moment, the soft contact making you close your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

His hand slides from yours to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as if he’s memorizing the feel of you. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability that he rarely shows, and it makes your heart swell.

Before you can say anything else, Liam kisses you, slow at first, as if he’s savoring every moment. His lips are gentle, but there’s something deeper beneath the surface, a longing that has been building between you both for far too long. As the kiss deepens, the tension between you both intensifies, and you can feel how much he wants this, wants you, just as much as you’ve wanted him.

But this time, it’s different. Liam isn’t the one holding back. He takes control.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer with a gentle force. He deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, and you can feel the change in him. He’s no longer the one trying to keep things light and playful. This time, he’s taking charge, and you can’t help but let him.

You gasp into his mouth as his other hand moves to your waist, pushing you back onto the bed with an ease that takes you by surprise. Your hands tremble as they reach for his shirt, tugging it up slightly, wanting to feel more of him. But Liam pulls away just for a moment, his breath heavy, eyes searching yours.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with desire. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Your heart races, and for the first time, you don’t feel like you need to be the one in control. You want him, need him, and the words slip out before you can stop them. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”

Liam’s eyes darken, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He kisses you again, more urgently this time, as if he’s finally letting go of all the restraint he’s been holding onto. His lips are everywhere—your neck, your jaw, your lips again—and you can feel his hands roaming, exploring, making you burn with need.

He pushes you further back onto the bed, his body pressing against yours in a way that makes everything else feel distant, unimportant. All that matters is the heat building between you both, the way he’s taking control, and the way you’re letting go, giving yourself to him completely.

“You’re mine now,” Liam mutters between kisses, his voice husky and possessive, sending shivers through your body.

You can feel the weight of his words as if they were a promise, a claim on you that sends a thrill of warmth rushing through your veins. The way his body presses closer, every inch of him surrounding you, feels like a declaration. There’s no room for doubt, no space for hesitation—just the certainty that this is where you both belong.

Liam’s hands move with purpose now, as if he’s memorizing every curve of your body, and the raw hunger in his touch makes your pulse race. His lips leave a trail of fire along your jawline and down your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there, making you gasp in response. He pulls away for just a moment, his lips hovering over yours, both of you panting, hearts beating erratically.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, each word dripping with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop wanting you.”

You don’t respond with words; you don’t need to. Instead, you pull him back to you, crashing your lips together again with an urgency that matches his own. The kiss is hungry now, wild, as if both of you are desperate to make up for lost time.

Your hands are trembling as they travel down his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his torso beneath your fingertips. You want more. You need more. But it’s not just about physicality—it’s about everything that’s been building up between you both, the emotions that have simmered under the surface for so long, and now they’re exploding in this perfect, heated moment.

Liam groans into the kiss as your hands start to work at the button of his jeans, and the sound makes you ache for him even more. His hands are busy too, tugging at your clothes with a sense of urgency, the fabric slipping off your body in a way that feels almost too slow, like you both want to savor this but can’t hold back any longer.

When you’re both finally bare, just skin against skin, Liam pulls back slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes are dark, hungry with a mix of love and need, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart skip a beat.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks again, his voice soft but laced with that possessive edge. The question lingers in the air, hanging between you both, but there’s no hesitation this time. You know.

“More than anything,” you reply, your voice trembling slightly as you reach up to pull him closer, your lips finding his again in a kiss that’s both slow and desperate.

Liam moves over you then, his body covering yours in the most intimate way, the heat of him melting away any last bit of doubt. As he enters you, he groans, the sound deep and guttural, and you can’t help but mirror the sound, feeling all of him, filling you in ways you never thought possible.

He sets a slow, steady pace, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for any sign that you might want to slow down. But you don’t. You want all of him, right here, right now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hands tracing over your skin, worshipping you in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s giving himself to you completely, makes your chest tighten. This is more than just physical. This is everything.

His pace increases, becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds between you both. The bed creaks under the intensity of your movements, and the air is thick with the sounds of your breathing, the soft moans slipping from your lips, and the desperate rhythm of your bodies coming together.

Liam takes control in every sense, guiding you through this with a kind of dominance that leaves you breathless. You don’t even think about the world outside the two of you. There’s no past, no future—just the present, just the heat between you both. The way he touches you, the way he makes you feel cherished and wanted, is enough to make you forget everything except for him.

As the moment builds, you feel yourself nearing the edge, your body tensing with the anticipation of release. Liam can feel it too, his breath hitching as he watches you with such intensity, as if he’s savoring every second of this.

“You’re mine,” he growls again, the words sending a jolt through you, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You cry out his name, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm, and Liam follows right behind you, his body tensing as he lets go, collapsing against you in a tangled heap of sweat and tangled sheets.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks. You’re both too caught up in the aftermath of what just happened, your breathing slowing as you try to catch your breath. Liam rests his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, and you can feel the weight of everything between you both—no longer just physical, but emotional, real, and undeniable.

“I love you,” he whispers softly, his voice rough but filled with so much sincerity.

And you know, in that moment, that nothing will ever be the same again. You both have crossed a threshold, and there’s no going back. Not that either of you would want to.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, your heart full.

...

The next morning, everything feels different. There’s an undeniable energy between you and Liam that wasn’t there before, a quiet understanding and a deeper connection. You walk into the hotel lobby, and his hand slides into yours, fingers entwining effortlessly.

He smiles at you, and you can feel the warmth in his touch, his presence grounding you in the best possible way. There’s no need for words, but you feel a sense of comfort you’ve never had before. You can tell by the way he looks at you that everything has shifted. You're not just a flirty team anymore; you're solid, real, and more than ready to face whatever comes next.

“Morning, love,” Liam says, his voice soft and warm, pulling you in for a quick kiss, his lips brushing yours as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Morning, Payne. Keeping it sweet and simple, huh?”

He chuckles, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “For now.”

The flirty energy between the two of you feels almost electric, and the moment you sit down for breakfast, Liam can’t resist teasing you. His hand slides to the back of your chair, gently rubbing your shoulders as he leans in and whispers, “If you keep making those eyes at me, we might just need to sneak away for a bit.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “We’re in public, Liam. We have to at least try to pretend to be professional.”

The boys are watching you both with varying levels of amusement, clearly enjoying the lightheartedness that’s returned to the band dynamic. Louis, ever the instigator, can’t resist chiming in, his voice carrying across the table. “So, you two lovebirds gonna start writing songs together now or what?”

You and Liam exchange a glance, his hand finding yours under the table, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Maybe,” you tease, winking at him. “We could do a duet. Get the whole world to know how perfect we are.”

Liam laughs, but there's a softness in his eyes that shows just how comfortable you both are with this new phase of your relationship. He leans over and pecks your cheek, a smile tugging at his lips. "If the world doesn't know already, they will soon enough."

Later that day, as rehearsals begin, you can’t help but fall back into your usual mischief with Louis. He nudges you, and you both exchange a look that screams “it’s time for a prank.”

You and Louis have always been partners in crime, and even with the new dynamic in your relationship with Liam, you can't resist a bit of chaos.

“Alright, we need to make this one count,” Louis whispers, his eyes glinting with excitement. “I’ve got the perfect idea. Let’s target Harry.”

You grin, already getting on board with the plan. “Let’s do it.”

The next few minutes are spent sneaking around, finding just the right moment to pull off the prank. As Harry sits back to relax in his chair, you and Louis, working in perfect tandem, manage to cover him with whipped cream, and before he can even react, the two of you burst into laughter.

"Louis! You little—" Harry tries to yell, but he’s laughing too, wiping the cream off his face.

You high-five Louis as the rest of the band chuckles. Liam, however, can’t help but smile at the sight of you in your element. Still, there’s a hint of something deeper in his eyes—a protective streak he can't quite shake. He’s proud of you, of course, but that doesn't mean he’s immune to feeling a little annoyed by the way you and Louis still share this kind of chaotic bond.

As the laughter dies down, Liam walks over to you, his expression a mix of amusement and something else. “You two really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

You flash him a teasing grin. “You wouldn’t want us to, would you?”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting out a quiet sigh. “I’m just happy to see you happy. But I can’t promise I won’t try to stop you next time.”

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a sly smile. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Both,” he says with a playful grin.

But, despite the light teasing, there’s something different about the way he says it. You notice the subtle possessiveness—though, as always, it’s laced with affection and care.

That night, after the concert, you and Liam find a quiet moment backstage. The band has gone off to do interviews and take care of the usual post-show stuff, leaving you and Liam alone for a few minutes.

Liam takes your hand as the two of you walk through the quiet halls of the venue, the chaos of the show still echoing in the background. He pulls you closer, his thumb brushing against your skin as he looks down at you, his gaze soft and tender.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Liam starts, his voice low and sincere. “Maybe we should finally just tell the world, you know?”

You stop walking, turning to face him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he says, his eyes full of sincerity, “let’s make it official. Tell everyone what we already know.”

You smile, heart fluttering at the thought. You’re not scared anymore. You don’t need to hide.

“Are you sure? You know how management will feel about it.”

He shrugs, a hint of defiance in his eyes. “Screw management. We’re not doing this for anyone else. We’re doing it for us.”

You nod, your heart swelling with affection for him. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do it.”

And just like that, in the middle of the madness and the pressure from management, you make the decision. You’ve always done things your way, and now, together, you’re ready to take on whatever comes next.

When you step out onto the stage, hand-in-hand, the crowd goes wild. They already know, but you’ve never felt more certain. As the lights shine down on you, you lean into Liam, whispering, “Screw what anyone else thinks. This is us.”

Liam looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips, before kissing you right there in front of everyone. The crowd erupts into applause, but all that matters is him. The world can watch. You’re not hiding anymore.

This is just the beginning.

...

Part 3

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