I am sad and lonely this Christmas because I couldn't go home to family. I'll take anything Lirry. Lirry with fireman liam. Lirry west wing. Lirry sleepless in Seattle. You name it, just happy please.
"The shitty part is, I don't even like my family all that much," Liam said sloshing his glass back down on the wooden table that has far too many glasses on it that are his. Were his. Are still his
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Liam took another larger sip this time, his mind still filled with family and home and cold weather and ugly, ugly Christmas knits.
"Bloody Rudolph. The girls always make mum get me the ugliest one to wear. 'it's tradition Wee Li!' Like i'm twenty now, don't they think it's time they gave that bloody nickname a rest!"
"Wee Li? Like, because you were small, right? Or-"
Liam felt his face heat and no, there was no way he was revealing that particularly embarrassing story from his youth to his mate. No way. No how.
"I was six and I didn't want to be any trouble and mum kept on talking and I didn't think anyone would notice if I just did a little wee in the corner plant."
Niall was laughing hard, eyes squinted up tight and crisps falling all over the place. Liam frowned, thought about shoving Niall just that little bit so where he was sitting with two legs of his chair up in the air might be enough to topple the irish fucker over.
"Every year, every single year Mrs. Davis next door to me mum and dad reminds me of where her toilet
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"Got you another," Niall's voice interrupted Liam's musings as he passed Liam a bottle. Beer. Well, at least they were on lighter coloured liquids now. That should hopefully come up again later with a bit more ease. Liam's stomach turned a bit with the thought of the truly spectacular vomiting he would probably be first hand witness to over a bowl later in the morning. Christmas morning
( ... )
Liam replayed that day a lot in his mind. He'd had applicants through nearly all day, his only Saturday free from work of any kind (he'd had three jobs on the go back then just to pay the rent after Andy had left without notice). Every single one of the eleven that had come through his door were nice enough but none just felt right. And then Harry walked in.
He was sopping wet. From the bedraggled curls that dripped over the wooden floor to the button down that clung to his chest, top four or so buttons undone revealing tan skin with inked birds, wet. Soaked from head to toe, in these scuffed Chelsea boots that looked as if they'd seen better days, possibly a hole in the toe. He shook his hair like a dog, wetting Liam like a shower as he apologised, wiping his wet hand on his wet skinny jeans that looked now near impossible to separate from skin. Liam was ready to tell him to get out but then he lifted his head and those green eyes and that dimpled smile and lips that were bright and
( ... )
Christmas Day goes pretty much how Liam thought it would. He gets a bit of a sleep in once they stumble back home. They manage not to wake anyone as they head out to the renovated shed that Niall's Aunt and Uncle are letting them share. It's not much, basically a tin roof and some brick walls but it's got a bed and a pull-out sofa bed that Liam and Niall have been sharing since they got in a week and a half before. Liam ended up with the bed, Niall having passed out on the sofa the minute his head cracked against the arm as he fell. Liam did think about keeping him awake in case of concussion but he was pretty tired himself and was asleep on the bed seconds after sitting down "just for a minute, just to get my shoes off."
He wakes to Niall's second cousins jumping all over him and the bed, never more happy to have thrown up in the street on the walk home. Yeah, he feels shit but his stomach is empty enough to tackle being trod upon. Liam does end up telling Niall's Aunt just who vomited all over her hydrangeas out the front, after
( ... )
He grins into his pillow, the sounds of Niall's laughter still able to be heard through brick and glass and maybe this is it. Maybe this is what Liam needed to get his head on straight before he goes back home. He'll take Josh up on the offer of a room. He'll start training up again before trying out for the fire service and he won't think about anything else. Or anyone. It's not like he and Harry moved in the same circles. Harry had his artsy friends that ate at coffee shops that served ridiculous sounding drinks at stupid prices. All mates he'd made through Uni with his photography course. Apart from their mutual love of music and the odd karaoke night, what did they really have
( ... )
Somehow, when it's getting late - so much so Liam's sure he heard someone talk about it being half eleven already - Liam finds himself in a similar position to where he was Christmas Eve
( ... )
He can almost feel it when Harry spots him. It's as if their eyes lock and even with Harry being so far away, he imagines he can see the change in Harry's eyes. The green getting brighter, the gold shining through till the grassy green shimmers with it. He slows - or maybe time slows - as Harry makes his way over, gently shifting people to the side. Liam can't help it, he has to stand, has to make sure he's not drunk so much he's hallucinating. Harry nears and he says nothing, just stops with this great big grin, one of his favourite button downs in that familiar half done up or half undone way hanging from his frame. He's swapped his usual skinny jeans for jean shorts and Liam would laugh because of how knobbly Harry's knees are poking out from the turned up hem but that would mean Harry was here"You can't be here," Liam said, mouth opening and words pouring out of their own accord
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"The shitty part is, I don't even like my family all that much," Liam said sloshing his glass back down on the wooden table that has far too many glasses on it that are his. Were his. Are still his ( ... )
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"Bloody Rudolph. The girls always make mum get me the ugliest one to wear. 'it's tradition Wee Li!' Like i'm twenty now, don't they think it's time they gave that bloody nickname a rest!"
"Wee Li? Like, because you were small, right? Or-"
Liam felt his face heat and no, there was no way he was revealing that particularly embarrassing story from his youth to his mate. No way. No how.
"I was six and I didn't want to be any trouble and mum kept on talking and I didn't think anyone would notice if I just did a little wee in the corner plant."
Niall was laughing hard, eyes squinted up tight and crisps falling all over the place. Liam frowned, thought about shoving Niall just that little bit so where he was sitting with two legs of his chair up in the air might be enough to topple the irish fucker over.
"Every year, every single year Mrs. Davis next door to me mum and dad reminds me of where her toilet ( ... )
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But wait does it end there? Please don't let it end there :(
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And then Harry walked in.
He was sopping wet. From the bedraggled curls that dripped over the wooden floor to the button down that clung to his chest, top four or so buttons undone revealing tan skin with inked birds, wet. Soaked from head to toe, in these scuffed Chelsea boots that looked as if they'd seen better days, possibly a hole in the toe. He shook his hair like a dog, wetting Liam like a shower as he apologised, wiping his wet hand on his wet skinny jeans that looked now near impossible to separate from skin. Liam was ready to tell him to get out but then he lifted his head and those green eyes and that dimpled smile and lips that were bright and ( ... )
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He wakes to Niall's second cousins jumping all over him and the bed, never more happy to have thrown up in the street on the walk home. Yeah, he feels shit but his stomach is empty enough to tackle being trod upon. Liam does end up telling Niall's Aunt just who vomited all over her hydrangeas out the front, after ( ... )
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