Fan Fiction Non-Fiction
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Liam and his tongue
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Dayum… You. Me. In bed. NOW.
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It was a good night. No, it was a great night. During the concert people roared our names, they began to sing along which was great. The fans made this night awesome, it was a successful concert. We immediately descends from the stage after out our last performance, we jumped in the car weary. My stomach growled with frustration, begging me to eat something; anything if I must. I wanted to go but Niall was missing, normally I would search for him but my experience with that thought me one thing. Never look for Niall after concerts. It has been a habit of Niall to go to the bathroom after our concert, you wouldn’t want to know what he does there. Back then I searched for him and accidentally walked into the bathroom and may I say, it stinks! From there on, we just let Niall do his business.
Finally Niall arrived and we gave him the we know what you did and you’d better washed those hands look, he grinned. I was very tired particularly this day because we had to pick up someone from the airport then on our way to our concert. I never knew that my body started to fall slowly until Liam caught me right on cue.
“You can sleep on my arms”, he said.
I can’t refuse his offer, my eyelids began to feel heavy, I can’t form words instead I nodded. Louis placed his arms around me, he let me rest on his chest. I let my eyes to close. I felt Liam stroking my curls, it sooths me. Everyone who knows me that brushing my curly hair relaxes me, it was usually Niall who does that so when Liam stroked my hair it gave me a strange feeling but I adapted somehow. It must be because I’m tired. Suddenly the voices I hear fainted, drifting slowly from my reality.
A pat on my back woke me, at least some parts of it. Zayn smiled and said, “ time to wake up sleeping beauty.” We arrived at our flat but I still feel tired, unable to move my body like it was made of metal. Zayn opened the door.
“Want me to carry you?” Zayn asked.
I stared at him with an expressionless face he must have understood that I’m only half awakened by the pat on the back. He turned around and bended over, arching his body and instinctively my body moved and climbed his back. He staggered a bit, he must have underestimated my weight. He immediately carried me to our flat and into my room. He put me down in a sitting position. He looked at me with a sly smile.
“So, do you want me to change your clothes?”, he asked. I gave him the same answer back in the car. I’m really close to my friends and I have the habit of walking nude in the flat. I feel liberated, free when I do that and I don’t mind if Zayn took all of my clothes. I’m close to him. I still don’t know if this is reality or just a flirty dream with Zayn, the thought of it makes me blush. Zayn took my jacket off, his body came into contact with mine as he unbuttoned my long sleeves shirt. He unzipped my pants and took it. My boxer was the only thing I had on. He looked at my closet for clothes, my eyes were half open making my vision a little bit blurry. He slides my arm into the shirt and put on my pants. He climbed the bed and sat next to me.
“Can I sleep next to you tonight?”
“I’m feeling lonely”, he added.
He and I lie silently. We faced each other and before the exhaustion took the best of me; I saw him looking at me. He moved closer and everything went black.
I just wanna thank you guys for reading my fanfictions, you will always have a place in my heart.
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this is literally the sexiest man on planet earth. look at that half smile :)
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