Imagine: Liam Hemsworth

His House

Your palms are slicked with sweat. What could he be doing? "You seem cool. I should have asked you before I pulled that U-ball, but do you want to hang out for a bit? At my place?" Inside your head you're screaming 'Yes! Of course! Yes!!!!!' But you don't want to seem too weird infront of Liam so you compose yourself before opening your mouth in order not to shout. "Uh. Yeah, sure whatever." Liam laughs a bit. "What?" You snap. He mimicks your tone of voice and loses his low, Aussie accent, "uh. Yeah, sure whatever. I totally am super not overwhelmed that who I think is the hottest actor ever just invited me to his house. I am SO chill and cool!" You roll your eyes and laugh with him. He seems much more comfortable with you now, and you like this. He pulls up to an extravagant mansion and jumps out of the car. You must look like a little kid at a candy store. Walking down the path to his door, not watching where youre going but rather scanning the walls and flowers and everything marvelous about his estate. You don't notice it because you're so preoccupied with looking about the walls, but you have just crossed into Liam Hemsworth's house and he has grabbed your waist.