A/n: this ones gonna be about Liam being in his first relationship because I think that would be adorable. This is also based off a post I found on tumblr that had a list of 100 different ways to say I love you. Words/sentences in bold are from that list :-)

Alternatively, this imagine is the three times you show Liam that you love him, and the one time he shows you he loves you, too.

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There were, in fact, a million different ways to say I love you. They weren't always obvious, and sometimes you really had to listen but with every word, the tone was laced with a hidden kind of fondness that gave it all away.

The three words could been found in a touch. One that was gentle and hesitant yet electrifying at the same time. It's gentle fingertips running along the span of backs and hands on crimson cheeks and fingers interlaced.

Its no doubt that love is in everything that we do, even if it's not purposeful. We go at things full force, arms open and ready to embrace what ever comes at us. A bubbly mess of passion and love and dedication overtakes us and leaves room for nothing else. This isn't considered a bad thing, because after all, lukewarm is no good.

Liam always had trouble expressing his feelings in a positive way.

His anger issues influenced him greatly, not to mention everyone around him. You were fully aware of his condition before you started dating him, but that didn't stop you from loving him all the same.

He struggled to show affection, not used to the feelings that came along with being romantically involved with someone else.

You didn't mind, of course. It just meant that you were able to show him just how much someone could love another person in the hopes that one day he would be able to return the feelings.

It was a long shot, according to your friends, but you failed to acknowledge their comments. They didn't know Liam like you did, and you knew that deep down he had the ability to express himself in a way that wasn't in explosive anger.

With your friends' negative comments in the back of your mind, you made a promise to yourself that you would try your hardest prove them wrong.

-

It was a Saturday. Liam and yourself had found yourselves wandering around the streets of Beacon Hills with nothing better to do than to enjoy each others company.

Your hands hung by your side, swinging mindlessly as you walked while occasionally brushing against Liam's. Of course, he didn't think anything of the action, though the feeling of his skin brushing against your own had your fingers twitching.

You tried to ignore the feelings it sent up your arm, focus more on the story Liam was telling you about what he did with Mason last week, but when he bumped hands with you again, you couldn't help yourself.

"Can I hold your hand?" You blurted out, completely cutting him off.

You both had stopped walking, Liam staring down at you with furrowed eyebrows. A silence settled between you, and you were about to take it all back when Liam suddenly smiled. He nodded hesitantly, and you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

You held your hand out, palm up and waiting for him to place his hand on top. He did eventually, closing his palm over yours and you took it upon you to interlace your fingers with his, then letting them drop by your side.

You both started walking again, and you couldn't stop the smile on your lips when Liam squeezed your hand gently.

-

It was close to three in the morning when your phone began to ring.

After blindly reaching for it and answering it without bothering to check the caller ID, you brought the device to your ear.

"Hello?" You mumbled.

"(Y/n)?" Liam's voice answered in return. "Crap, I woke you up, didn't I? I didn't realise it was so late."

"You didn't wake me," You lied. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know. I guess... not really?"

The sadness and desperation lacing his tired voice had you sitting up, rubbing at your eyes while you tried to understand what was going on.

"Talk to me," You urged. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know what's wrong!" He all but shouted into the phone, but then he was lowering his voice. "I woke up feeling like I wanted to do something bad. Like‒Like I wanted to smash something."

"You don't wanna do that," You answered. "How about you come over? I remember you said once that being with me makes your urges go away. How about you come spend the rest of the night with me?"

There was a silence, and you thought that he'd hung up on you until you heard a tiny sigh come through.

"O-Okay."

"Okay," You confirmed. "I'll see you soon?"

He hummed in response, then the line went dead. You were glad he only lived a couple of streets over, for not even five minutes later you were trudging to the front door to find your teary eyed boyfriend on your door step.

You brought him into your arms, allowing him to cling to you while you guided him back to your room. When you got there, he teared himself away from you and hesitated by the door.

"Where will I sleep?" He asked, eyes landing on your bed then glancing around the rest of the room.

"In my bed. With me." You say, genuinely confused as to why he thought he would have had to sleep elsewhere. "There is enough room for both of us."

"Oh."

After moments of him still standing by your door, you sighed and gripped his hand gently, tugging him toward your bed. Once you were both comfortable cuddled in with each other and Liam wasn't so tense anymore, you let out a quiet, "Good night."

"Sorry for waking you up," He mumbled in repose. "Its just, when I woke up I didn't know what to do-"

"Its alright," You reassured. "You don't have to apologise. You don't have to say anything."

You felt him nod against you, and moments later his grip on you went slack as his quiet snores filled the room.

-

You couldn't help but giggle at Liam as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, fussing about with his hair. He'd been there for a good ten minutes, huffs and grunts leaving his lips every time a bit of hair didn't sit the way he wanted it to.

You'd placed yourself against the door frame for the past couple of minutes watching him in fascination, a smile tugging on your lips when you caught his gaze in the mirror.

"Stop laughing at me," He whined. "It wont sit right."

"Come here," You say, stepping into the bathroom. "Let me fix it."

He let out a grumble, but turned to face you nevertheless. You grabbed his hair product from the bathroom sink, placing a bit on your hands and began to play around with his hair.

If you were being honest, you really had no idea what you were doing but you figured it couldn't be that hard and not even a couple of minutes you were rather happy with what you had done, so you prompted Liam to turn around and look.

He did, and you were surprised to see a smile on his face when he caught your eye in the mirror.

"How did you do that?" He asked, breaking eye contact with you to gently touch at his hair. "I've been trying to get it to look good for the past fifteen minutes and you manage to do it in less that two."

You shrugged, smiling at him, "I guess I'm a natural."

-

You loved Liam, you really did, but when he was waking you up at two in the morning through a text, declaring that he simply had something to tell you and that it really couldn't wait until morning, you couldn't help but second guess your own judgement.

Nevertheless, you shuffled to the front door and tugged it open, only to have Liam's arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You let out a surprised gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

"What's going on?" You asked, giggling when he lifted you up from your feet and began to spin you around.

"I just realised something," He said, and despite it being dark you could see an excited glimmer to his eye.

"And what might that be?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend as he sat you back down on your feet.

"I love you!" He exclaimed, and he had the biggest smile on his face while you simply gaped at him. Out of pure excitement, he said it for a second time, "My God, I'm so in love with you."

You were in complete shock, unable to say anything so instead you settle for the next best thing: you carefully lean up, pressing you lips gently against his, and all the while neither of you stop smiling.

There may be a million different ways to say I love you, but none were better than actually hearing those three little words pass Liam's lips.