One Direction Imagines and Preferences Book 3

#481 "Welcome Home" - Liam

Liam: He was so, so impatient. It wasn't even funny anymore. He'd done everything he could to keep himself occupied on the flight back. Nothing worked. Not movies, not music, not video games. He was too impatient to see you. He'd marched through the airport, sped home, ran to the front door- anything to cut down the time he'd have left to see you. When he pushed open the front door and found an empty living room, he nearly lost it. He dropped his bags and took the steps three at a time as he made his way towards your bedroom. He kicked the door open, hands clenching and unclenching into fists as his dark eyes scanned the room. "Someone's impatient," you laughed, stepping out of the bathroom. His jaw dropped, skin flushed over and his head began to swim. You were here and you were beautiful. "Babe," he said hoarsely, watching you spin the silk robe tie between your fingers. "This isn't quite how I wanted it," you teased. "I wanted to be on the bed, ready," you licked your lower lip and he groaned. "You're going to kill me. It's been months," he crossed the small room and backed you into the wall, hands toying with the tie. "So you've missed me?" you asked, hands linking behind his neck. "I haven't been able to breathe without you," he rasped, lips brushing against yours. "Well, welcome home then," you murmured as he untied the robe and his hands slid inside to touch your skin. "And what a welcome it is," he said wickedly, backing you to the bed and covering your body with his.