Kidnapped by One Direction

Later that night, we’re checked into a hotel, since the boys have three shows in the next few days. It's good to sleep in a real bed, rather than the bunks on the bus. I have to admit that i'm terrified of getting into a crash and dying because I wasn't in a proper seat.
Liam holds me again. I’ve discovered that he’s the only one that can make me feel better.
I tell him everything. Things that I haven't ever told anyone before. Like how my dad used to drink too much and how much it hurt me. Like the anxiety attacks I get, and how helpless they make me feel. How I started to cut, started to crave the feel of smooth metal against my skin, letting out the feelings that I couldn't express. I tell him how I hadn't done it in months until Niall and Harry pushed me to it. How worthless I felt after I gave in and added another scar to my body.
It feels good, to get it out. Tell someone everything that I've carried around for so long. I don't think it's healthy, how I bottle up my feelings.
“Liam?” I say, after sitting in silence for a few minutes.
"Yeah, babe?” he answers.
I take a moment, breathing in deeply. “I’ve wanted to tell you this for so, so long.” I admit.
I expect him to push, but he doesn’t. He just looks into my eyes. Maybe I’m mistaken, but I think I see a spot of hope. I pray that this doesn't make things weird.
“I love you.” I finally admit, after a few minutes of silence.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and it frightens me. Have I scared him away?
He opens his mouth, and I hold my breath.
“I…I love you too.” He says, voice barely a whisper. “God, I’ve never said that to a girl before…” he trails off. I can't help but smile. I know that he's had lots of girlfriends, and it's amazing that he's never said "I love you" to any of them.
We stare at each other for a moment, and then he cups my face with his hands and kisses me, soft and slow.
It really is perfect. Liam James Payne is the sweetest, most caring guy I have ever met. I think that I've always known, deep down, that i'm in love with him. I was just too afraid to admit. I'd always been kind of afraid of feelings.
"Tired?" he murmurs. I nod, yawning. He chuckles and picks me up, taking me over to the bed and gently placing me, tucking me into the covers and then crawling in, spooning me. I think that maybe the thing I like most about Liam is how cuddly he is. Especially how safe he makes me feel, enveloped in his strong arms.
I tuck my head under his chin. Another thing I love. How we fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces.
“Love you.” He tells me.
“Love you too.” I yawn, seconds before falling asleep.

Fin

Notes

Thinking this will be the last chapter, since there's really no more to my plotline to add. There will be an epilogue.
I'll be writing a new story, a medieval au, pretty soon. I just like to be done with the first few chapters before uploading.
Cheers.
-Brit xx <3