Request: Where I go to school with Liam and one day the pack is fighting an enemy and I get caught in the crossfire, and Liam stops fighting and confesses his feelings for me. 

Thank you for requesting lovely. I hope you enjoy it!! x

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"You're going to have to tell him eventually," Lydia suddenly spoke, breaking you out of your daydream. 

You hummed at her, shaking your head as you let your gaze fall on her, "What? Tell who what?" 

She sighed, tilting her head in the direction of where you were previously looking, "Liam. You stare at him at any given chance you get. Its painfully obvious that you like him." 

You blushed deeply, gazing back at where Liam was sitting across the library briefly before returning to Lydia, "I mean, yeah I like him, but I couldn't tell him. He's got his eye on that Hayden girl. I know he has. I just-I couldn't bare the embarrassment of getting turned down." 

"He is apart of the pack, you know," She prompted. "You cant avoid your feelings for the rest of your life. And besides, you'll never know if you never try." 

Still, you shook your head at her, sighing in defeat while looking down at the table, "I cant." 

Lydia didn't bother persisting, instead she stayed quiet and didn't bother speaking up when your gaze unknowingly found itself resting on Liam again. 

- 

You and the rest of the pack were at Scott's house that night, crowded around his living room. Meetings like these happened on a weekly basis, but most of the time it resulted in pointless banter rather than more important discussions about Beacon Hills' overload of supernatural creatures. 

Tonight just so happened to be more of a pointless banter kind of night, but you couldn't complain. No one could complain. They were fun, and you all always ended up laughing so hard you were crying at one point during the time you're there. 

It all started like a usual night, Scott starting off by listing ways to prepare for any kind of fight the pack might get into, but he gave up eventually and joined in on the more pointless conversations. 

You had your eyes on Liam, completely lost in your own little world when the front door was suddenly kicked open. The room fell silent, everyone looking in the direction of the door until three dread doctors walked into sight. 

Scott stood immediately, taking his place in front of the group while you hung back with Mason and Stiles, all three of you well aware of the fact that you lacked the claws and every other werewolf (as well as a werecoyote, banshee and fox, of course) ability. 

"I thought they couldn't get in?" Liam voiced, watching on as the dread doctors walked into the house without a problem. 

Scott, for once, was speechless. He had no idea what to tell everyone, as he truly believed that nothing could get passed the barrier Deaton had built. Anything is possible nowadays, you think. 

Just as the doctors brought out their swords, Scott began to growl. Everything they were supposed to be planning for in these meetings, was about to actually happen and you really wish you had been listening more to what Scott had been saying. 

Scott launched himself at the leader of the three doctors, and you watched on in horror as the doctor knocked Scott away from him with what seemed like little-to-no effort at all. Your friend got up immediately, going at it again while the rest of the pack followed suit, ready to help attack the other two. 

Everything seemed to string into a blur of colour and shapes and you couldn't seem to focus. 

While the rest of the pack was busy with the other two, one of the dread doctors began to walk toward you, sword at the ready and you found yourself unable to move. It was like your feet were glued to the ground, stopping you from running to safe ground. You suddenly became heavily aware of the lack of supernatural powers you had, the feeling settling deep inside your stomach just as panic began to set in as well. 

The doctor got closer and closer, and you were beginning to accept fate when someone was pushing you out of the way, sending you tumbling to the ground. You looked back, watching as Liam fought off the doctor as best as he could on his own. 

When Scott and Malia took over, Liam moved back to where you were, still on the ground where you had fell. He brought himself to his knees, giving your body a look over, checking for wounds before his gaze was locking with yours. 

"Are you crazy, Amy?" He was breathing heavily, a weary look to his eyes as he stared at you, "You could have been killed! Why didn't you move? God, I don't know what I would have done if I lost you. Don't do something stupid like that ever again, you hear me?"

You didn't have the time to register his words, and he didn't seem to either, because he was lifting you to your feet and nudging you toward the front door where Stiles and Mason were. 

"Go!" He urged, pushing you toward the pair of friends, "I'll talk to you later." 

And you didn't give it a second thought. You rushed over to Stiles and Mason, taking a hold of Stiles' hand as he tugged you out of the house. You glanced back one last time, making eye contact with Liam one last time before he went out of view.  

- 

You spent the rest of the night curled up in the corner of Stiles' couch, wrapped up in a blanket the boy had given you while your mind raced. 

I don't know what I would have done if I lost you... 

A part of you wanted to believe that he was just saying in a friend kind of way, that he was just looking out for you like Scott and Kira would have done. But another part was convincing your brain that he meant in a bigger way. 

Maybe he really did care about you, in more than a friend kind of way. 

That combination of words was all you could think about until the rest of the pack started to tumble into Stiles' house, one by one until you eventually caught sight of Liam shuffling in last. He had a few cuts and bruises forming, but didn't seem to look too beat up. 

The two of you made eye contact, and he motioned for you to follow him. You hopped up from the couch, leaving the blanket draped over your shoulders while you followed Liam out of the living room and into the kitchen. 

He stopped by the dining table, sighing gently before turning to face you, "I meant what I told you back at Scott's. I really don't know what I could have done if you'd of died." 

Your heart race picked up as you nodded at the boy. 

"Why didn't you tell me you liked me?" He asked, suddenly. 

You paused, eyebrows furrowing, "How do you know I do?" 

"Lydia." He shrugged, and you couldn't help but laugh. Of course it was her. As much as you loved her, she sure did have a little trouble keeping secrets. 

"I, uh, just didn't have enough courage," You began, answering the boys question. "I thought you didn't like me back so I saved myself the embarrassment." 

He took a step closer to you, then another and another until you were barely a meter away from each other. He smiled softly, "Well I like you, too. A lot," Then, he closed the gap and took your hands in his, "So, Amy, would you like to be my girlfriend?" 

You nodded up at him, "Yeah, definitely."  

A grin was plastered on your face as you melted into his arms as they wrapped themselves around your body. He pulled away eventually, though he didn't fully let go of your body. With a hand around your shoulder he lead you back into the lounge room where everyone else was. 

He took a seat where you previously were curled up, and brought you down beside him and tucked you into his side. You glanced over at Lydia, smiling sheepishly at her as she raised her eyebrow at you and Liam knowingly. 

Maybe, this time, you were glad that she didn't keep that mouth of hers shut. 

"Thank you, by the way," You mumbled, glancing up and Liam's confused expression led you to keep talking, "For saving my life back at Scott's. I probably wouldn't have moved if you didn't push me." 

"Its fine, really," He held you tighter in his grip, smiling down at you after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'd do it again. A million times without hesitation." 

Then, just like that, you snuggled against him a little more and allowed yourself to fully relax. And when you woke the next morning, still in the same position but rather with an awfully painful kink in your back, you couldn't find it in yourself to be annoyed because you woke up in the arms of a boy you really never thought you had a chance with.