#lpblurb

"Babe," Liam said, brushing your hair out of your face. "Baby, I need you to breathe for me. A deep breath." He asked softly. You struggled to do so, but you could already feel your heart start to slow as you looked into his calm eyes. Liam rubbed his hand over your arm and kissed your forehead. You let out a breath and squeeze Liam’s hand. "There’s my girl." He smiled. Liam nuzzled your neck, pressing a few soft kisses there. "Thank you." You told him quietly. "Anytime, love."

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Both of you were breathless from yelling. Liam’s face was flushed as you glared at each other from across the room. “Just hear me out, Liam.” You demanded, hands clenching at your side. Liam pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. “What else is there to say?” You blinked back the tears that were desperately trying to escape to your cheeks. You should have known better. You guys were made to break, and so now here the two of you stood. Broken. You hadn’t expected it to hurt so much, the pang of heartbreak so heavy in your chest. You should never have asked him to stay that first night. But you did, and things had only spiraled out of control since. But as much as you hurt and the hole in your chest ached, you couldn’t regret him. Staring into Liam’s eyes, who were desperately searching yours, you prayed that he didn’t regret you either.   

Liam could hear you yell all the way from the kitchen. He left his unattended bowl of cereal and jogged up the stairs to where you stood in the doorway of the bathroom, curling iron still tangled in your hair. “Do you see that up there?” You asked, pointing at the corner of the ceiling. Liam looked up to see a small black spider, no bigger than a nickel. “That was the cause of your scream? I thought there was a serial killer.” Liam laughed. You rolled your eyes and point at it again. “Will you just kill it please?” Liam frowns at you, then the spider, you, the spider. “I don’t want to.” He says. “Liam,” You whine. “You raced up here to take down a serial killer, but you won’t kill the spider in our bathroom?” Liam shrugged, grinning at you. “Doesn’t sound like my problem.” You slap his arm lightly, mumbling, “This was a part of the boyfriend contract.” Liam chuckled and wrapped his arm around you. “I suppose a spider isn’t as bad as a serial killer. But it’s a close call.” Letting your hair fall from the curling iron, you kiss his cheek. “Thank you. You’re my hero.”

Liam found you a couple hours later, coffee cup in one hand and your cellphone in the other. He sat across from you at the table. “Hi,” He mumbled, not looking up at you. You glanced at him before looking back at your phone. “Ten missed calls,” You say. “It’s almost like you love me.” Liam winces at your words. “You know I love you.” He whispers. You look into his wide brown eyes. “You sure have a funny way of showing it.” Liam rubs at his face. “I don’t think that was either one of our shining moments.” He agrees. Taking his hand in your own, you say. “I love you. So damn much Liam. You have taken up my whole life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But every damn cigarette is taking a little piece of you from me.” You say softly, tears blurring your vision. You wipe at them half-heartedly. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” You breathed. And when you looked up at him, you could see that he finally understood.

Liam’s hand was warm on your hip as you woke up in the morning. You yawned and stretched before rolling over and snuggling into his arms. Liam stirred and kissed your forehead sleepily, mumbling something about bacon. You laugh quietly and kiss his neck gently. Liam hummed and opened his eyes to glance at you. You poked his nose, which he scrunched in response. “Morning,” You chuckled. Liam frowned and ducked his head against your chest. “Can’t be morning yet,” He said, nuzzling his face into the soft t-shirt you wore. After a moment, he held the hem of the shirt and glanced up at you. “Is this mine?” Your eyes widened as you quickly shoved him off and got out of the bed. You shrugged your shoulders as you walked to the door. “I think I’m gonna make some breakfast.” You called over your shoulder. “No, that’s definitely mine. And that is not one of the shirts I gave you to sleep in.” His voice followed you down the hallway. “That shirt is from like two years ago, babe. Do you know how hard I looked for that?” You grinned and turned around. “Obviously not hard enough.” You joked. “I want it back.” He said, hands on his hips. “No.” You replied, sticking your tongue out at him. “Yes.” Liam argued, trying to look intimidating but ultimately failing as he smiled. “No, I will not give your shirt back.” You continued. “But I will cook you bacon.” Liam stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek. “I like bacon.” You nod and rub his back. With a sigh, Liam kisses your cheek before walking towards the kitchen. “Looks better on you anyways.”