🎅 Liam Payne – Dec. 15th 2014

   I was finally kissing Blake Christian and damn did it feel great. Every ounce of emotion I’ve had since first laying eyes on her. I was finally kissing her. I felt an instant connection when we had first made eye contact – she was in her elf costume and I was in my Santa suit, I thought she was the cutest elf I’d ever seen. I was finally kissing her. She didn’t like my flirtatious ways, which was just natural around beautiful girls, in the beginning but I knew she’d love them eventually. I was finally kissing her. From the small touches I’d given her on the back and bum. I was finally kissing her. From the disappointment of her leading me on the day after I’d stolen her clothes, to that moment when she had crawled into my stall. I was finally kissing her. To the time I had snuck in on her whilst she changed – that was a good day – and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her warmth and skin. I was finally kissing her. To the times I’d walked her to her car, the day she told me I’d do great, to the day she was sat on my lap and told me what she wanted – something memorable to happen –, to our almost kiss ruined by Fae and to right now. I was finally kissing her.

   She tasted like mint and coffee – things that I’ve noticed were her favourite things – and if that wasn’t enough to get me weak in the knees, the way she was holding onto me was so desired as if she’d been waiting to taste my lips too, would surely do the trick. My hands moved to comb through her red hair – something that I wasn’t usually a fan of but boy did she change my mind.

   Our innocent kiss turned into open mouth kisses, one that made both of us release small moans. I turned my head to deepen the kiss, and she – somehow – pulled herself closer to me. Our chests were pressed against each other and I didn’t mind one bit. We pulled away before connecting once more.

   “I f*cking told you, Fae!” Joe’s voice chimed throughout the dressing room that was silent besides the noise our lips were making. I didn’t pull away to glare at him. This moment had been ruined too many times to stop now. “Hey, don’t go making a baby in front of us now.”

   I flipped him off.

   Throughout the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking of that kiss. How right it felt and how lightheaded I was once we finally pulled away – Ted had stormed in saying we were five minutes late at “Santa’s Wonderland” – both Blake and I were flushed with swollen lips. I pecked her again before I finished getting dressed.

   The next day, I didn’t know what Blake saw us as. I hoped she saw us as more than just co-workers, I don’t think I’d classify us as friends, because I certainly didn’t. From the very beginning, I always hoped she’d become more. She smiled at me when she walked into the dressing room, a faint pink coming to her cheeks as Fae and Joe teased her. Just like me, she gave them a death stare which shut them up.

   “Hey,” I greeted as I walked towards her. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed a peck to her cold lips. I slowly opened my eyes to see her cheeks brighten even more. “We should talk after work, yeah?”

   “Depends,” she licked her lips and I wasn’t afraid to admit that I stared at them for a good twenty seconds before meeting her eyes again, “where are we going to talk?”

   I smirked and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. “Starbucks, of course.”

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(A/N): yay, finally a Liam’s POV! How did you like it? This will be the only chapter in his POV by the way so I hope you enjoyed it. It was mainly to show you how Liam has felt since the beginning – awe, basically love at first sight – and so on and so forth. I really liked this chapter because the first paragraph – although long, is so freakin’ sweet. The fluff is coming, everyone!

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P.S. lovely, lovely, lovely Liam x