One Shot

It was all a fluke, really.  It seemed entirely impossible that you were sitting in the same room as One Direction—that you had been sitting in the same room as one direction for several hours now.  It was too surreal.

Yet the loud booming of Louis’ voice, or the cackle of a laugh from Niall, made you believe it all.  It made you believe that you really had run into Liam Payne just two weeks back, and that he really did want you to meet his best friends in the entire world.  It was important to him that you be apart of his life in that way.

But the look he gave you from the other end of the couch said otherwise.  He had a close-lipped smile on his face, yeah, and his eyes looked amused—but the blush in his cheeks and the slight slouch of his neck indicated he was slightly embarrassed.  You give him a shrug, as if to say ‘What can you do?’ that he imitates back.

Just moments earlier, Louis had instigated what he called an impromptu game of Megamind.  In all actuality, it seemed more like the third-degree.  You barely had time to be embarrassed, however, for Louis just kept the questions coming.  There was also the occasional commentary from the other boys that made you blush, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.  As long as Liam kept his steady eyes on you, you felt capable of anything.

“Do you have a tumblr?  Not like the glass for scotch, but the website where you tumble.  Things.”

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous accent.  From over Louis’ shoulder, Harry gives you a stern shake of the head.  You quirk an eyebrow at him, wondering if you’d done something wrong by laughing at Louis.  He only breaks into a grin, gesturing for you to continue.

“Uhm, yes.” 

Liam leans back in his chair, looking pretty satisfied. 

Niall, who had just walked in, comes and perches himself on Liam’s armrest.  He has a bowl of instant noodles in his hand.  After taking a bite, he holds the bowl up as if to toast.  “This should be interesting.”

“We love our tumblr girls, though!” Liam replies, looking up at Niall.  He gives the blonde boy a little scruff on the head, to which the latter twitches.

“HEY!” Louis yelps.  “I’ll ask the questions here!—What kind of things do you blog on tumblr?”

At this, you turn red.  It wasn’t anything Liam didn’t already know, but you still felt a bit embarrassed.  The boys’ approval could make our break your relationship. 

“I-“

“—Hurry.”

“I-“

“O!” Harry yelps, throwing up his hands.

Louis smushes Harry’s face, silencing him, but all the while never taking his eyes off of you.  Under the pressure, you crack.

“I ship people!  Like, pair them up with you lot!”

Zayn lets out a small laugh from where he sits, even exchanging a mischievous look with Niall.  They both waggle their eyebrows.

Louis, however, looks like he’s hit the jackpot.  “You ship people?  What’s that, like a boat?  What’s that got to do with pairing?”

“It’s got everything to do with your shirt!” Liam replies with his boyish giggle.

Louis dusts off his lapel and begins to press on, only to be interrupted by Harry.  “Are they cute?  The girls?”  He’s got his brows furrowed, like he’s thinking of something dirty but wouldn’t want anyone to know.

You throw up your hands, laughing.  “Uhm, yeah, I guess!”

Louis turns to Harry, looking confused.  Their faces are just inches apart and they inspect each other’s expressions as if they were telepathic.  Finally, the older boy says, “Aren’t all our girls beautiful?”

“Mm!” Harry concedes, nodding his head solemnly.  “Yes.  All our girls are very beautiful.”

Liam, feeling like the conversation had strayed away enough, claps his hands together.  “So if we’re done here… I’d like to spend a mo’ with my beautiful girl.  We’ve got dinner reservations!” 

You blush as he crosses over to you.  When he thinks the other boys aren’t looking, he puffs out his cheeks and lets out a big breath of relief.  Finally, his sturdy hands take hold of yours. 

All the boys wolf-whistle.  As you exit, they throw ripped bits of paper at you all—like flower petals at a procession.  Niall even throws his plastic fork at Liam’s back. 

“Be sure to stuff your faces!” Niall advises with a loud chuckle.

“And have him back before dark!” Zayn calls in silly, faux-Indian accent.

“Be a gentleman!” Harry follows.

“And always use protection!”  The snigger that follows indicates that it had been Louis’ voice.

Liam’s hold tightens at your waist, making you suspect his discomfort.  Still, you smile up at him and give an airy laugh.  He returns the sentiment, even offering you a last kiss on the cheek before you step onto the elevator. 

Okay, the fact that someone actually sent me this, makes me very happy. And Liam! :D

Thank you! 

Anyone who writes me a one shot gets a solo promo!