#challenge17

Rain showers suddenly showed up as I was relaxing.

In the first photo, it almost looks like the raindrops on the window pane are inside.

In the second, I like how the camera len’s edge is showing just enough in the reflection.  I didn’t expect that.

Thank you for the challenge: @photochallenge2018-19

"You okay?"

Liam almost doesn't hear Jean's voice because his stomach and lungs have done that thing they had become so used to doing whenever he spotted the curly bob that always meant his ex girlfriend.

Carol doesn't see him; she's too far away and talking to one of her mates from uni, pretty and collected in her neat sweater and ribbonned hairband and the sight of her always lifts him up and throws him back into the dark porch where he'd had his first kiss. Even now, he remembers the softness of her mouth, tasting like strawberries as she allowed him to lace a hand into hers and gasp into her mouth.

He remembers watching her fake weep into a handkerchief, face lit up by stage lights as she acted as the fourteen year old lead, only slipping out of character for a brief second as she threw herself on the prop sofa and used the distraction to give him a cheeky wink that made him blush and his heart soar.

"Liam?"

A warm hand wraps around his fingers, loose around his collection of e.e. cummings, and he's startled out of the sixteen year old who falls in love for the first time.

"You okay?" 

He looks at Jean, braid askew and glasses fogging up from her hot chocolate. When he kisses her, she tastes like sweet drinks with spiced rum that make him tipsy. 

"What was that for?" she asks, a pleased flush around her cheeks when he pulls away. 

Author: natasha/collations

Responding to challenge #: 17

Word Count: 299

Characters: liam and milo

Rating: k

Warnings: none

Summary:  liam does not like to be uncomfortable.

liam is crushed ice cubes that melt as soon as they hit your drink because it’s a thousand degrees outside and it’s the middle of summer and your thighs are stuck to the plastic of the lawn chair in your parents’ backyard, and milo thomas is the umbrella in your drink that doesn’t give a damn. 

they used to sit across from each other in the library and liam would watch the way milo chewed on the end of her pen, and now he’s a senior in intro bio lecture surrounded by freshmen and milo’s sitting in front of him, and he thinks about the first time he liked a girl.  he was 8 years old and she had long blond hair that she wore pulled back with a headband with a small pink bow on it, and she sat by him in class and he admired the way she held her pencil and never spoke to her, excepting when their elbows brushed, because she was a lefty and he was a righty.

liam knew as soon as he met milo thomas that she was decidedly more interesting than marla carter, but he didn’t realize why until she was gone.

their first conversation: at the library doors.  the glass read “this door has more agency than you” and liam had thought fuck it, and made an immediate u-turn to follow her outside.

“are you following me?” she’d asked.  her voice was crisp, like autumn leaves underfoot.

“yeah.”  he thought he should be embarrassed.  he wasn’t.  

she laughed.

“our names are almost the same,” she’d said when he introduced himself.

“your name’s liam too?”

“no, my name’s milo.  i said almost the same.”

he laughed, she grinned.  

must include:

- characters: liam payne - setting: seeing an ex-girlfriend - a sentence of at least 20 words

300 words max.

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