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"Oh my God, Liam. If you touch or talk to me one more time, I'll hate you forever," I whispered as I felt his slender, fingers slightly tug at my morning-bed hair draped slightly over my face while I attempted to wake myself from my slumber. There was no way I was getting out of bed this early on a saturday morning, or any morning. A whine escaped my pink, plump, lips when he moved the rest of my bed-headed hair out of my face and placed a soft kiss on the bridge of my nose. "Liam, come on." I complained, my voice rasped with lack of sleep.

"Wake up, love. This is very important." He protested, his voice deep with gravel letting me know he’d just woken up as well, there was no way he needed anything at the moment and I groaned when he kissed me again. I rolled over, facing away from him and slipped my head under my pillow to hide my face from the sunlight beginning to peak through the trees and tune out any of his complaining, though I could faintly hear him groaning my name, grabbing my waist and pulling my body closer to his. I finally sat up, letting the sheets fall from me and turned towards Liam's body. He was laying on his back, his hair breezed to the side of his head and his beard tickling my ear as he learned in and pecked me on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart." he whispered.

"You woke me this early on a Saturday morning...for that." I whispered, slightly groaning. He giggled and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down and tightly packed against him. "Liam" I managed to whisper, "I love you." before flickering my eyes and slowly drifting back to sleep. "Goodnight, Y/N" Liam whispered back, his raspy voice turning into a whisper before a snore escaped his lips.

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