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Y/N's POV
My fingers run through Liam's short hair as I gently tug at his roots making him softly groan. I'm too entwined in this kiss to stop but I know it's wrong. Wrong because I still don't feel that special feeling for him, but he's been so sweet to me, so caring. And he makes me feel loved, and not lonely.
He hasn't broken the kiss, his hold is still tight as his hands are places on the backs of my thighs. We enter my bedroom and he kicks the door closed. His knees hit the edge of my bed and he gently lays me down, bringing his body on top of mine so he's hovering over me.
His arm is supporting his weight while his other hand grabs my leg swinging it over his waist.
"Liam," I whisper in a raspy voice. He begins kissing my neck while his hand rests on my hip, his fingers digging into my skin. It feels too good to stop.
I reattach our lips and kiss him hard. Two months ago I wouldn't be doing this, two months ago I would've stopped the moment he kissed me, but two months ago my suppose best friend chose someone else over me. All of this emotion has led me to this, Liam being on top of me as we passionately kiss on my bed. My hands not leaving his hair and his hands caressing my body.
"I love you Y/N," he mutters and I'm hit with a sudden pang of emotion. When I look up to meet his face, it's replaced by Harry's and I immediately get up spacing myself from Liam. My eyes go wide as I shake my head to rid of those thoughts.
"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" He asks worriedly, panting.
"Huh? No, no Liam." I say frantically, "you were doing everything right, it's
me who isn't doing this right. I'm sorry," my voice cracks. I deeply sigh as he reaches for my hand and plants a small kiss on my palm.
"Forgive me darlin', I'm the one who should know to take this steady. I just got so into the moment and,"
"I know, me too. It's fine," I give him an reassuring half smile. He squeezes my hand placing another kiss. My phone then goes off.
Our attention goes directly to my
buzzing phone. I shrug and reach for it on my nightstand.
My breathing suddenly stops and mouth goes dry as I see Harry's name across my screen.
"Who is it? Your face is pale love are you alright?" He asks. My heart is beating so fast as I see that number again on my phone after so long. I've been getting stronger everyday but it only takes something like this to knock down my concrete walls. I turn the phone to Liam and he frowns sympathetically taking it from my hand and putting it on the other side of the bed.
My breathing increases, but I can't breathe. It's as if the tubes to my lungs have been clogged up and no air is coming through. I bite down on my lip, and I suddenly begin to cry. It was bound to happen again, there was no way I could've stayed that strong for so long.
Liam then prances me by wrapping his arms around me in a protective way, kissing my head as the tears fall down my cheeks.
"Why did he call me Liam? Why now? I've been doing so good and he just," I sob. He rubs my arm soothingly as I ride out my heaving.
"What did he want?" I ask looking up at him. That was so unexpected, why did he call me after so long?
"Calm babe, you're trembling. Breathe," I think I'm going to be sick. Why did he call me?
"Please don't cry Y/N, be strong. You've been so strong, don't break now." He speaks. I think it's too late..
Harry's POV
