One Direction Preferences and Imagines

Liam Imagine - Love, pain, apologies (requested)

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This imagine is for @1DFan156739484 who requested it via Wattpad. 

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You're startled awake by Liam shaking your shoulder.  You open your eyes and sit up straight, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you look around the living room.  The clock reads 3:07am.  You've fallen asleep on the couch again waiting for Liam to come home.

"Babe, what are you doing sleeping here?" He asks softly, his deep brown eyes concerned as he sits down next to you on the sofa.

"Waiting for you. I always do Liam, you just don't remember because you're always too drunk," you say sleepily and slightly annoyed, standing from the sofa.  "Can we go to bed please?"

"I'm sorry, baby," he says sheepishly, his cheeks turning a light pink as he follows you up the stairs.

You turn to actually look at him for the first time and are surprised that his eyes are focused on you and he's not swaying or slurring his words.  You lean in, surprised when you find that he doesn't smell of smoke or alcohol at all.

"Where were you Li?" You ask curiously, pulling back the covers and climbing in bed with him.

"I told you I was out with the boys," he says, pulling you close to him by the waist.

"Usually that means night club," you point out as you rest your head on his toned chest, comforted by his warmth.

"I know, but we were actually just all at Niall's goofing around.  I'm sorry I got home so late, Belle," he says and kisses you gently on the head.

"It's okay," you sigh, lifting your head so you can look at him.  "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiles and meets your lips with his.

You fall asleep glad Liam is okay and happy that he had a good time with the boys.  It makes it easier to sleep knowing he wasn't out partying with his friends instead of being home with you.  You fall asleep easily with his arms wrapped around you, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your head and his heart beat loud and clear.

...

You're woken up by continuous buzzing.  You sit up in bed and look around the room for the source of the sound.  Your eyes land on Liam's phone sitting on the bedside table which is buzzing off the hook.  You reach over to grab his phone, worried that he slept through an important meeting or has somewhere to be this morning.  There's no point in waking him if it's just one of the boys trying to get his attention, so you take his phone and let him sleep.