#liumpaynes

“Harry!!” you hissed, “Why are you home?? You’re supposed to be working!” “What you’re aren’t happy to see me? I’m off for the night love. Which means I’ve got you to myself. C’mere.” You couldn’t resist his face. You had been sitting on the couch in your shorts and tank top eating soup watching some random tv. Harry was working in his new movie, and was gone a lot from home. You missed him, but you were excited to share in this part of life with him. And you were used to him being gone from tour, so it wasn’t that different. What was different was his hair. You thought you wouldn’t like it, you knew he’d look good no matter what, but you thought you would miss tangling your fingers in those long locks. But you couldn’t help but love his new hair. It framed his handsome face so well. It somehow made him cuter. And now here he was standing in front of you, still in uniform with his short hair and looking at you in only the way he can. His face brightened and you could see him get an idea, he dug his phone out of his pocket and ran over to the iPod dock on the kitchen counter. He plugged up his phone and began to play some slow 40′s dance music. “C’mon love.” he beckoned you with a finger. “Harry,” you whined a little embarrassed. He in the cutest way possible danced over to the couch and pulled you off of it. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” He laughed as he twirled you around and pulled you close. His large hand on your lower back. His other hand intertwined with yours. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed heavily as you swayed to the music. “I don’t want you to leave again.” you sighed, your voice a bit muffled. “I know love. I know. But I’ll be home soon! Then you’ll be my date to the premiere. Chin up love.” He squeezed you tight and you danced with him for what felt like hours. You felt silly thinking it, but you had a passing thought. This must have been what it was like for the women back then, dancing with their lovers not knowing when they would return, with very little ways to communicate with them. You felt better knowing he wasn’t in any real danger. You’d just miss him. So you drank in this moment of dancing the night away with your soldier Harry.

//this is so short i’m sorry i’m getting back into the swing of writing//

“Do I really look like that?” you whispered aloud as you scrolled down through some stupid article about you and Liam. He told you over and over not to look at those articles and twitter, or any internet for that matter. You could be sensitive. Sometimes you drank in the hate. You had something none of the rest of them had. Liam. But people can still be hurtful. “What are ya doin’ love?” Liam emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He glanced at you on the bed and saw you on your phone. He guessed what you were doing. “Does my neck really look like that?” “Love, I told you not to read that stuff, you know what I think.” “Yeah but all these people are saying-” “I think you’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. You know I’m right.” He grinned and you couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe it was just because he was standing in front of you with only a towel wrapped tight around him. His hairy chest was still damp and probably really warm. He approached you and kissed your nose, then forehead. “Get some rest love, and no more reading that stuff.” He clicked off your bedside lamp and went back into the bathroom. He still had jet lag and was having trouble sleeping, and he didn’t want to keep you up. You had dozed off, but when you felt the bed shift under his weight, you woke. He slid close to you, and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Love you beautiful.” he whispered, and you snuggled closer into his embrace. 

“you’re warm”

You don’t like the cold, and anytime you have to go outside your goal is to get back inside where it’s warm. It was very chilly outside today when you got inside you all but ran into your bedroom. You didn’t even stop to change into comfy clothes, you just dove under the covers. But you jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around you. You’d forgotten Liam was home today. Soon you were in Liam’s arms and very cozy. You looked up at his face, he had clearly been disturbed from a nap. His eyes were puffy and his hair was a little messy. He grinned at you though, and didn’t seem to mind being woken up. You snuggled as close to him as you possibly could. His bare torso held tight in your arms, and your head resting on his hairy chest. You were practically curled around him. “Ya cold love?” he chuckled. You nodded and he laughed again. “You’re warm.” you mumbled against his skin. He squeezed you tight and one of his hands began to slid up under you sweater. “Liam!” you shrieked and sat up. His warm fingers left goosebumps on your already cold skin. “I’m cold!” “I know. Tryin’ ta warm you up.” He looked up at you with those big brown eyes, you saw the hint of mischief twinkle in them. “Come on.” he whispered. Feeling your face heat up you buried your face in his chest again in an attempt to hide your reddening face from. He saw it, he knew. He tightened his grip on you and chuckled as he made a sly comment about how “he got you to warm up, just not the way he was thinking.”

His tattoos mean a lot more to you than you realized. Sure, you thought they were attractive - the intricate ink on his tanned arms. But you often found yourself tracing them with your fingertips without thinking about it. At first Liam didn’t really pay any mind to it either, he just liked your touch. But when he realized how much you loved his tattoos, he began to use that to his advantage. He’d make sure to roll up the sleeves on his shirts so the tattoo sleeves on his arms were visible. Liam would smile to himself when he felt your thumb lightly tracing the roses on his hand as he held your hand in his. He asked you once why you liked his tattoos so much, but you didn’t have an answer. There’s just something about the dark ink contrasting on his skin. Or maybe it’s you know tattoos hurt and he sat through the pain of getting them done multiple times. His pain has become art on his skin that he will carry with him always. It tells you that Liam is strong to endure the physical pain, and cares more about the outcome. Or maybe he’s told you what some of them mean, and the meaning of the tattoos are special to you. Or maybe you just like feeling Liam’s muscular forearms under your fingers and they just happened to be covered in tattoos. But whatever the reason, holding a big tattooed hand in yours gets your heart fluttering. 

“you can borrow mine”

You couldn’t imagine a better night than swimming with Liam in his heated pool. You had still not gone swimming in it in awhile and suddenly you just felt like swimming. Well it wasn’t that random, it started when you found your bathing suit. You’ve been married to Liam for a few months, and have been slow to unpack some of your boxes and things. A lot of it you didn’t unpack because you didn’t need it. But that night you were rifling through one and stumbled across your bathing suit. “Liam! Let’s go swimming!” “Right now?” he poked his head in your closet. By then you had already put on your swimsuit, and he stopped to admire your curves. “Let me get my suit, and I’ll be out in a second.” You did as he asked, and headed on out to the pool. It was a little cool outside, but since the pool was heated, it didn’t matter. You stepped in and enjoyed the warmth of the water on your feet. You stepped in slowly, the water up to your knees now. Behind you, you heard the back door to the house close. Then you heard Liam’s feet hitting the ground quickly. And soon he flew past you, ran around the curve of the pool and dove into the deep end. Soon his head popped up, and a grin was on his face. “Babe, why are you still standing there?” he called to you. He swam over to you, and stood in front of you. You were standing on the bottom step. He placed his wet hands on your hips. “Come on baby. I’ll push you around on that raft. Don’t make me throw you in.” he taunted as he grinned. You giggled and stepped down fully into the pool. Liam didn’t step back, so your face collided with his warm wet hairy chest. (Not that you were complaining). He squeezed your hips, and let you go, and you began to swim around getting your hair wet. The inflatable raft was floating in the deep end of the pool, and you swam to get it. You brought it back to the shallow end, so you could get on it better. Normally you’d get on the raft to tan, but since it was dark outside there was no need. Basically, you were just getting on this because that meant you lying on it, while Liam pushed you around on it. “Liam help me get on.” you asked, and placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, but without warning, he lifted you in his strong arms and placed you on the raft. You carefully rolled over onto your stomach so you could face Liam as he pulled you around. His hands were on either side of your head gripping the plastic of the inflatable raft. And he faced you as he used his legs to keep his balance in the water. The two of you chatted as he swam, and you were so relaxed, just hearing him talk. After awhile he stopped and stood behind you. You shivered when he ran his fingers across your back. “Liam.” you could feel him untying your bathing suit top. “What?” The trails he made on your back rose goosebumps on your skin. It was already a little chilly outside, but his hands were not helping. He chuckled darkly behind you seeing the goosebumps. “Cold babe?” you knew he was smirking. You sat up and got off of the raft to get into the warm water. You fixed your straps, and Liam swam over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were face to face with him now. His arms gripped you tight and the warm water was nice. He leaned down and placed warm kisses on your neck. Sighing you leaned your head back. Right as he started to kiss your collarbones, you heard thunder. “Nooo I don’t want you to stop.” you sighed knowing that you’d have to go inside. “Oh babygirl who said anything about stopping? We’re just going in the house.” You grinned at his response, and with you still wrapped around him, he carried you out of the pool. “Liam I forgot my towel.” you shivered now that you were out of the pool and in the cold air. “It’s ok, you can borrow mine.” He wrapped his big towel around your shoulders, and you both darted in the house quickly as it began to rain heavily. Once you were both inside, Liam lifted you up again, your legs tightly around his waist. He continued the trail he was blazing with his lips, while his hands were on your back again. Water was getting all over the floor and at the rate this was going your bathing suit may end up on the floor too.

It was her eyes that got him. She has shy eyes, bright, but shy. Her lashes made her look elegant. Liam first saw those eyes on the other side of the shelf in the grocery store of all places. He’d pulled down a cereal box, and on the other side there she was looking at something that she had pulled down from the shelf. He smiled at what he could see of her. Her eyes scanning the shelves for something, then reading the back of a box. Her lips were pursed in thought as she read. When she looked up to put whatever she had in her hand back, she jumped a little. All she could see was Liam’s eyes darkened by the brim of his baseball hat, and his pleasant smile. Liam realized this was probably creepy, but he chuckled to himself, it occurred to him that he has people staring at him all the time. Quickly he set the cereal box down, and went into her aisle. He immediately extended a hand in greeting. “Sorry that probably seemed really creepy, you’re just so lovely I was staring.” he blushed a little. He was really starting to understand his starstruck fans. Not in a cocky way, just in a “I’m-overwhelmed-and-don’t-know-what-to-say-way”. He grinned as she took his hand, and he kept grinning as he drank in her appearance. She was just so cute and calm - not like the babbling fans. Of course he loved meeting fans, that wasn’t it, it was just nice (and scary) for once for him to have to make the first move. “I’m Liam.” he said. She replied meekly with her name. He felt silly now. He was wearing sweatshirt in addition to his baseball hat. He was trying to ‘blend in’ and here she was. She looked so lovely to him. Liam was mentally scolding himself trying to think of something to say. He glanced down at her basket of groceries and noticed a box of Batman fruit snacks. “You like Batman?” Liam asked. “I do! These are actually for my nephew but since I’m buying them I think I’m going to eat a few.” And that was the icebreaker. The stood there in the snack aisle for a good 30 minutes chatting about comic book movies, then just movies. And then Liam remembered, “Hey you know there’s this movie theater downtown that shows older popular movies. The Dark Knight is playing this week. Would you like to go?” She said yes without hesitation. And later that week when he took her to the movies, he realized. She had known who he was when they met, but she was different. She didn’t care about his fame or his money and he could tell. She enjoyed his company. They talked like regular people do about things, and his fame never really came up as important. Sure she had questions, and she liked to hear stories, but wasn’t why she liked Liam. And that was what drew him to her, she made him feel like he wasn’t famous. Like he was just a person. Just a person who snuck in Batman fruit snacks to go watch a Batman movie on their first date. Just a person who had to buy his new girlfriend’s nephew a box of Batman fruit snacks because they had been eaten.

You were kind of embarrassed, you’d broken your wrist in the most clumsy way possible. Liam was an angel as always and was constantly reminding you of when he broke his arm. But you still felt silly. And even worse, since it was the wrist you write with, you had to switch hands for the time being. Life was going to be a little more difficult. You complained at first, but tried as best you could to adjust. And Liam was there every step of the way to help you. He got you whatever you needed, and opened jars and bottles and boxes and packages and anything you had to do with two hands. He truly was helpful, and of course he was “helpful” in cheeky ways too. Like he’d ask if he could help you get dressed or undressed. Or if you needed help washing in the shower. He’d always ask with a smirk, and a raise of an eyebrow. Sometimes you’d indulge him and let him wash your hair, or button up your jeans. Even if you could do something with just one hand, you weren’t going to deny Liam his want to touch you. He was so supportive throughout the whole thing, and he made light of it to make you smile too. One afternoon, he was bored, and you were asleep. You woke up to see Liam drawing on your cast with a sharpie. “Liam? What are you doing?” “I made this for you….But I’m not done! No peeking.” he teased and covered your eyes with his hand. He finished drawing, and you looked to see your cast now completely covered in little doodles and notes and recreations of some of his tattoos. The room smelled like sharpie, and Liam had smudges on his fingers. “I’m gonna go wash my hands.” he kissed your head and left to clean up. While he was gone you examined your cast art. He’d drawn a little doodle of you, some of yours and his favorite superheroes, and lots of little hearts and silly inside joke references you shared. His tattoos were drawn in a sort of collage. But it was the little notes he’d written that meant a lot to you. They weren’t long love notes or anything. But they were sweet things telling you he loved you, and he wrote some song lyrics you know he’d written with you in mind. He even jotted down important dates like your wedding anniversary. You were admiring the words and things he’d written, when you looked up and saw him leaning in the doorway. His grin was massive. “I almost don’t want this cast to be taken off. I love these little doodles.” “I’ll make you another one on paper.” “I’ll frame it!” you smiled, “I don’t think my cast would look good on the wall.” “True but…you might..” You blushed and laughed simultaneously at Liam and threw a pillow at him. He dodged it and came over to kiss you anyways.