One Direction Imagines

Complicated (Liam Payne)

Age 5

Liam and Y/N have known each other since they were babies. Their parents were friends, so naturally they became friends. Liam was Y/N’s best friend. She knew that he hated to do those girly things she liked to do, but Liam never really complained. Yes, Liam wanted to do something that was more for boys, but he’d do anything to make Y/N happy.

Their parents looked on as Y/N scolded Liam for giving her doll the wrong cup of tea. Y/N had Liam wrapped around her little finger. If Y/N asked something of Liam, he’d do it no questions asked. What they had was the most innocent and pure love. Their parents already knew someday Liam and Y/N would end up dating. They already ‘got married’ the other day. Liam didn’t want to go home, he kept saying that he needed to stay with Y/N and protect her like a husband should. These two were inseparable.

Age 12

Liam and Y/N still went over each other’s houses to just hangout, but they barely talked to one another at school. Liam was popular, whereas Y/N was considered a weirdo and many people tended to avoid speaking with her. Liam did try talking to her once in a while during school, only for people to assume she was desperately trying to become popular, and starting rumors that she was obsessed with Liam.

If Y/N was being completely honest with herself, she did have a bit of a crush on Liam. But she knew that Liam would never feel that way about her. He had a crush on Meagan, who was the most developed twelve year old in school. Y/N’s breasts were still growing while Meagan’s had already fully developed. Everyone loved Meagan.

Age 17 (Y/N’s POV)

Liam was even more popular, if that was even possible. He had gone to XFactor and even though he didn’t make it far, (and it had been a long time since XFactor) people wanted to become his best friend. It amazed me how fake people were, and how stupid Liam was for falling into such a cliché click. But, whatever, I was the one who consoled him the whole time he cried over not making it passed the judges house. After those few weeks of me taking care of him and comforting him, he started ignoring me. I knew he was trying to keep his image at school up, but why ignore me? I’ve been his best friend since we were little.

Age 19 (Liam’s POV)

I missed Y/N. I missed her so much. I know it’s been a long time since we last talked, which is my fault, but I needed her right now. I needed my best friend. I needed to talk to her. I decided to call her up and ask her if she could fly out here if I sent her plane tickets. She agreed, thank god.

Present Day (still age 19, still Liam’s POV)

I waited for Y/N at the airport. I was nervous and excited to see her at the same time. I missed my best friend, and yet I don’t even know if she even considers us best friends anymore. I basically became famous and ignored her existence entirely.

I spotted her over by the baggage carousel, her long brown hair in curls, cascading down her back, ending right above her bum. She wore black shorts that showed off her legs nicely, and top that showed off her toned abdomen. My heartbeat picked up, and when she hugged me I was worried she’d feel how hard it was pounding.

“How’ve you been Liam?” she asked with a peaceful smile. She looked good. I mentally kicked myself for having dirty thoughts about Y/N.

“I’ve been… Alright, I guess. Better now that you’re here. And you?” God, was I sweating? I was feeling nervous about the car ride, being with her in such a confined area.

She laughed softly, her angelic laugh relaxed me a bit, and she replied, “Well, I’ve been fantastic!” I heard she moved to Chicago and was a teacher now.

“So, you like Chicago?” I questioned hesitantly.

“I love Chicago! It’s really great there, Liam. I think if you gave it a chance you’d love it too!” She smiled brightly at me, which caused a small smile to spread across my face.

“I might visit you sometime, then.” I smiled softly down at her.

“Okay, so I know you just gone through a breakup, so you don’t really want to hear about other people’s happiness, but Liam I can’t keep this in!” she said all in one breath. It amazes me how fast she could talk. “I’M ENAGED! AS OF TWO DAYS AGO!” Y/N cheered, her brown eyes sparkling, making my breath hitch.

“That’s…. That’s great, babe!” I feigned excitement. I kind of felt like punching a wall; and I was reminded of how our parents would say how me and Y/N were basically a married couple. We had a vow to get married for real when we were old enough.

“I know! I’m so happy, Liam! And I really think you’d like Chris. He’s amazing, really.” Y/N continued on about how amazing her now fiancé was and I felt like vomiting. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t happy for her, but maybe it was because I was still upset over me and Danielle’s breakup that I din’t want to hear of Y/N’s happiness.

4 Days Later

I decided to take Y/N out to dinner. Since she got here, we have sort of had these moments, or near misses, where we’d almost kiss. I know Y/N was trying to ignore it, but I knew she still had feelings for me, and I knew there was definitely something there. I knew what I felt for her was stronger than what I felt for Danielle.

I picked up Y/N from her hotel room, and when she opened the door I was left speechless. She wore a tight black dress, and she looked so fucking good. Her legs were full on display and she wore her ‘fuck me’ heels. I knew this was going to be a long night.

“Liam! You ready to go?” Y/N asked excitedly, making a smile break out on my face.

“Yeah, come on babe, let’s go.” I put my hand on the small of her back and it took everything in me to stop myself from pulling her into a kiss.

Dinner reminded me of how much I loved Y/N. Part of me was always in love with her, but along the way I guess I just forgot? I don’t know. Y/N decided after dinner to go dancing so we went to some club.

We’ve been here for about an hour and a half and I felt a slight buzz, whereas Y/N was drunk. She pulled me onto the dance floor and grinds her backside into me, making me moan at the contact. I put my hands on her waist and pull her closer into me, so she could feel my hardening member. I grind my hips into her now, our dancing slowly turns more into dry humping. Y/N turns around and wraps her arms around my neck; our bodies now completely molded together as we move painfully slow together in time with the music.

After a while of dancing, I decided it was time to head home. I pulled Y/N along with me and we took a cab to my flat. As soon as I opened the door Y/N’s lips were on mine, and I was pressed against the wall of my living room. I picked Y/n up; her legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck, and walked us to my bedroom. 

We didn’t have sex; I stopped things before we took it too far. I knew she’d end up hating me if we cheapened our special friendship into some sleazy, drunken, one night stand.

We did make out for a bit on my bed, I confessed my love for her, in which she told me that she had been in love with me since we were five and her feelings never went away. After our make out session, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We don’t have all the answers right now, but we know how we feel at least. I know we’ll talk about it when she wakes up. I know we’ll be okay because I’m not letting her go back to Chicago. Nope, she’s mine. And she has been mine for 19 years. 




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