Angust - Liam Imagine

"Do you really love me?"


Just like that, he looked you dead in the eye, and muttered blood-chilling words, "I don't think I do."


He gathered up his coat, slipped on his shoes and walked out the front door, letting it close with a bang. You don't know what you expected, really. Fighting with him never ended well, but at least he had always stuck around to apologize after he cooled down. This time he had left, leaving you with those five ghostly words lingering over your head.


You took a seat on the couch, unsure on what to do. The fact that he had walked out hadn't settled with you yet, you were still in shock. Letting out a shaky breath, you curled up on the couch, letting your eyes slip close and hoping that when you wake up this whole ordeal will turn out to just be a stupid dream.


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Liam lazily walked through street after street, his fingers twisted in his hair as he angrily tugged at it.


How could he have been so stupid? Of course he loved you, how could he not? He was just so caught up in the moment and angry that the only reasonable thing he could think of was waking out.


He regretted it the moment he stepped foot out the front door, but by the time the door slammed shut he knew that there was no going back in, so he started walking off the steam.


After travelling down approximately thirteen streets and aimlessly swinging on a swing at a local park it was already getting dark, and now Liam was faced with the decision of either going back to you and apologizing, or just going home.


He thought about it as he walked, but soon enough his feet answered for him. Coming back down to earth, he looked up to see the familiar colour and style of your front door. He knocked a couple of times and waited.


When you didn't answer, he contemplated leaving and coming back in the morning, but he didn't want to have to go to sleep tonight knowing that the two of you were fighting. He clasped the door knob, easily opening the unlocked door and stepping inside.


All the lights were off, the house dead silent as he tiptoed into the lounge room where he noticed you fast asleep on the couch, curled up around yourself with a blanket draped effortlessly over your lower half. He moved around the couch, sitting down on the cold floor so he was eye level with you. He then reached up, shaking you awake gently.


Your eyes cracked open, a tired yawn escaping your lips. Your eyes met his, and you couldn't help but smile lightly. He always came back. "Hi."


"I'm sorry," He muttered. Honestly, he doesn't even remember what the two of you were fighting about anymore. That just shows show stupid he was for leaving. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I love you, okay? I love you so damn much."


You sat up as he began to climb onto the couch, pulling you to him then lying you both back down onto the couch. "I know," You mumbled back, pressing yourself closer to him. "I love you too, Liam. Just don't ever leave me like that again."


"I could never."

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