One and only

I grumble and mumble before turning over and falling off the bed. *thud*.
"Ouch" I whisper to myself before climbing back into my warm cosy bed. I snuggle up to Liam. Pulling one of his arms around my waist and hugging it tight towards me. He is warm and comfortable. I turn around to face him, I like to see his face. As I watch him sleeping, I see him smile. A long toothy smile. Happiness fills my heart as I watch him. There are mere inches between us. Suddenly his arm tightens, pulling me in. His lips press together and his smile widens as I am tugged closer to my sleeping lion. He pulls me so close that there are no longer milimeters between his skin and mine, our legs intwine as he pushes his forehead on mine. Then rolling our faces in sync his nose reaches mine. We rub noses lovingly- Eskimo kisses. Before his moves his head to the side and goes for the traditional British kiss. his lips brush against mine. Then his eyes open slowly, the first time I've seen his deep brown beauties all morning. He looks into my eyes then down at my lips, biting his playfully. I kiss them quickly, it only lasts a second. He comes back in for a real heart melter but he is stopped by a shout from down the hall.

"BACON!" Harry shouts.
He knows me. I get up, stretching as I go. Liam pulls his puppy dog face as me to come back in.

"Baby. It's bacon. I like bacon." I smirk he chuckles back.
Getting up and grabbing my old dressing gown. I have t worn it In weeks, but it feels like only yesterday. I wriggle into in and head for the door.

"Eh hem" Liam coughs. I turn to see my sex god of a boyfriend. Six pack and all.

"Yes your royal highness" I tease.

"And Harry would love to see me in only my pj bottoms" he says in a put on posh British accent.

"whatever" I laugh. Rummaging through my wardrobe. " here" I say. Throwing a plush baby pink dressing gown at him.

"Really?" He questions.

"Pink is soooo your colour darling" I say in my version of a posh British accent. We laugh and head down the hall. and as promised, a sizzling plate of freshly made bacon laid in wait at centre stage of the table. Buttered soft white bakers bread laid beside along with a selection of sauces. We sat down as Harry brought us some fresh orange.

"It's been a while since I've had company, I like it" I beams.

"Me too" I grin back, reaching for some bread to make a bacon butty with. "Now sit that fine ass down" I laugh as Harry starts the washing up.

"yes mum" he chuckles. Sitting down across from me. As I squirt my salad cream on my bacon sandwich Liam perks up.

"Are you serious. Salad cream" he questions.

"Don't mock till you try it" I reply snobbishly. Not mean snobby but ha snobby.

"But....how would you even think to try it in the first.." He starts

"don't, you won't win this. You have to try it" Harry advises.

"Yes boss" he says, grabbing a butty of his own.

"Here" I say. Shoving my sandwich in his mouth. After realising what was going on he takes a bit and chews slowly. As if he is deciding wether he likes it or not.

"It's edible, but I'm gonna stick with ketchup" he laughs. We laugh a lot us two.

"Suit yourself" I say, digging in.

"Yup, you can't win 'em all" Harry says, squirting salad cream on his sandwich. I just smile.

Liams POV

win 'em all. Is there something I'm missing, nah. They are just friends. It's a bit weird but I'll get used to it, I'll have to. He's a big part of her life. I wish I knew her like he did.

Notes

Do I smell jealousy ???? Xxx