"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."


24. fuck me, it's makes the goodbyes easier

I parked the car and Louis was the first to jump out, obviously trying to escape the awkwardness growing inside the car. 

"Liam--," she started.

"Shh," I looked at her. "I don't need an explanation. Are you sure you're okay though?"

"Of course," she looked away from me, lying.

"Don't lie to me," I said taking her hand in mine. "It's been a year but I still know you, well at least I hope I do. For some reason you just don't seem to be like yourself."

"Like myself? Liam please."

I watched her, she was yelling at me through her eyes. She was trying to tell me something. "Are you taking?"

She exhaled, "Taking what?"

"Anything. You know exactly what I'm talking about," she wouldn't say anything though. It was like a wall fell in between us. "Tell me. Damn it, Bo, what are you doing to yourself?"

"Doing to myself?! Drugs will at least wash away, but your scars will stay forever."

"You know why I do this," I said blankly. How could she use this against me? 

"Well you don't know why I do it." She pulled her hand from my grasp. "Please just take me home."

I looked away from her and towards Louis who was sitting on a bench, raising his eyebrows. 

"Is that where you really want to go?" I asked as I looked back at her.

"No," she said simply and for a second I thought she was joking. 

"Then where do you want to go?" 

Her eyes opened and searched mine. "I want to go say goodbye."

I was confused by her words, she wasn't making any sense. "What?"

"We aren't good for each other, Liam. We just cause more problems. So I want to say goodbye, but I have to do one more thing before I stop this." 

I swallowed, "What is it?"

"Take me to your apartment," were the only words she said before I pulled out of the parking lot. Louis shot me a smirk and shook his head as he dialed a number on his phone. 

Louis could find his own way, but knowing him he was going to avoid the apartment. 

It took minutes to pull into the flat's garage. She got out of the car that was too big for her petite body. She followed me towards the door and I opened it for her. Once all inside I closed the door behind me and it was killing me, not knowing what she wanted to do…even though I had an idea. 

"Bo, wh--," but I never got to finish because she pushed her hands into my chest and crushed me to the closed door. I was completely caught off guard as her fists clenched into my cotton shirt. I grunted against the pressure of my back hitting the door, but I didn't show discomfort. 

She never spoke any words because her lips went to mine, and in seconds I was running my hands up and down her sides, trying to touch any and every place possible. I slid my hand behind her neck, wanting more of her but of course I was waiting for her to stop. To pull away.

She never did. 

"Take me to your bed," she whispered against my lips. 


Again she was in control, and I wasn't sure how it got that way. She pushed me back onto the bed and she straddled me. She grind herself into my denim covered erection. I groaned as my head went back, her finger nails digging into my chest. 

I wasn't sure what was happening and I brought my hands up to touch my face and go through my hair to make sure this was real when I hit my iPod. The music player was connected to my stereos and it became cheesy as my playlist begun to play throughout my room. 

It wasn't a bad playlist, it was a playlist I listened to when I was cutting or on drugs. It was completely blank music, music that made you drown. 

Which was what I was doing. 

The music was taking over as I took her wrists and quickly pushed her on her back. She gasped as her half-hooded eyes looked up at me. I brought my thumb down across her lips and over her collarbone. My lips connected with her neck just below her jawline. 

"I've wanted to do this forever," she whispered into the air and I used her words as a sign. I bit into her neck gently, causing her fingers to tighten their grip on my shirt. 

In a way I knew she didn't love me, but I wanted to know. I could give her anything, I just wanted her to say that she loved me. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes, knowing that within moments I could have us both naked and I could be fucking her, but I wanted to have approval. I just wanted to fucking love her, touch her. 

"Liam," she whispered. "I love you, I've always had, that's what scared me."

She should be scared, anyone around me should be scared. I brushed it off because I heard the words I wanted, she did love me. Now I wanted to love her. I brought my lips close to hers and then whispered, "Let me motherfucking love you." 

"Fuck me," she replied. 

My body burned with desire as I quickly shed the clothing from her body, dropping it to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. She was below me in nothing but her panties. Her bra was taken off as she sat up and kissed my shoulder and I used one hand to undo the clasps and she fell back down as I removed the straps and threw it to the floor. 

The only things covered were the imaginations of our minds. The only things that would soon combine us. 

I kissed down her torso, until I saw the scarred skin of where the bullet hit her a year ago. I placed my lips against the broken skin and looked up at her as she looked down at me. 

She nodded as I continued down and put my fingers in between her panties and skin. 

I wasn't stupid, I remembered her being a virgin. I was still good at noticing a virgin and I knew she was going to be as tight as she was a year ago. In a way it sort of excited me more, to be the first to enter her. 

"I remember when you told me you were going to be the one to take my virginity," she spoke breathlessly. "I still want you to take it." 

Without another second passing I roughly pulled down her panties, taking them off her feet and also dropping them to the floor, joining the rest of the clothing. I placed my hands on the inner sides of her thighs and pushing her far, she lay open for me. 

Her pink untouched skin was tempting and therefore I placed my lips to her silky ones. She immediately gasped and when I placed my tongue over her she quickly placed her hand on the back of my head. Her hand tightened around my longer hair as she pushed me further inside of her. My tongue ran up and down, over her clit and to her opening, sending shivers all over her body. 

This she was used to, I've already done this to her. It seemed she had enough too, just when I was about to stop. 

"Stop," she said. "Don't fucking tease me like you used too."

"I would never tease you again," I smirked as I ran my lips up her body. I flipped her over onto her stomach and kissed my name still inked on her ass as I lowered my jeans and boxers and shook them off my feet. "It's going to hurt," I said to her, and she looked back at me, her hand going through her hair. 

"Do it," she said. 

"Just tell me if something doesn't feel right," I said behind her into her ear. 

I positioned myself over her and placed a hand over her ass, spreading her, giving me entryway. I leaned down over her as I quickly found her entrance with my tip. She was holding her breath, I could tell as she turned her head to the left and let me kiss her at the corner of her mouth. 

I slowly entered her, breaking her entrance and she bit hard down on her bottom lip as she gasped. I could see her eyes slowly filling with tears and I wish I could take the pain away, but I couldn't. I could try but I couldn't make it better, I never could. 

I was fairly deep inside of her, I was surprised just by how far I got, but now it was her turn. I would wait inside of her until her body adjusted to me. This was the part that was excruciating and rough but I would do it for her. 

Finally she exhaled after what felt like hours. 

"Go," she breathed. "Just slowly." 

I kissed her shoulder blades as I slowly exited her. Her hands tightened against the duvet and she gasped as I slowly reentered her. I kept a small, slow, steady thrust, while trying to relax her with my lips placing butterfly kisses all along her back. 

"Fuck," she breathed as I felt her body completely give into me. "Liam, go deeper," she breathed.

My closed eyes opened as I looked up at her closed eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, please just--fuck." 

I was going to play with her, "How deep?"

"Please don't fucking do this to me."

"Just tell me."

"All of you. I want all of you inside of me, please, please," she begged. 

"Okay, love," I muttered before placing one last kiss on her shoulder. "Lift yourself."

She placed her hands out and start to extend her arms and I placed my arm over her upper body as I quickly pulled her close. Her back crushed to my front. Her hands went behind her and stopped on my hips. We stayed in a sitting position for a long time as I thrust deeper inside of her. 

Her head rolled back onto my shoulder and I let my lips bury in her hair. I took my other hand and brought it to her center and let my fingers rub over her clit. 

"Ugh," she moaned into the air as I felt her body begin to tremble. 

She was going to lose it, fall apart in my arms. Her lips started to scream my name, encouraging me to move faster and deeper. She was clenching around my cock and just that newfound tightness around me brought me closer to my own climax. 

"Liam, it's happening," she muttered. 

"I'm not going to stop you," I breathed. "Give into pleasure." 

She was easy to climax, she was a girl that was easily turned on by words or quotes of permission. I was groaning into her ear as she fully released herself into a world of ecstasy as her nails dug into my hips. 

I could feel myself coming faster and faster, and I let her drop back onto the bed. I begun to slam myself into her, running after my own orgasm. I achieved it then, sending curses into the air and falling softly onto Bo. 

I kissed her back now covered in sweat, one last time. 

~~Boston's POV~~

I stretched myself on Liam's bed. My body felt new, felt refreshed. 

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked me as he sat up. 

"Sure," I smiled at him and he got up from the bed naked and opened the door to his bedroom and went out into the living room. 

When he opened the door, I could hear the TV running, and I was pretty sure it wasn't on when we got here. I listened, strained my ears. 

"Eric brought me back," it sounded like Louis. Which means this Eric was my brother. My brother Eric was in the same apartment as me.

Who knows what he just heard. 

I lifted the duvet and brought it over my face. 

The door opened and closed and I peeked to see Liam. He had his his head bent to the side like a puppy. 

"Alright over there?" 

I bit my bottom lip, "Is my brother out there?"

A smirk ran over his face. "Yes." He sat down beside me and handed me a glass, which was filled with an amber color liquid. 

I brought the glass to my lips and immediately smelled the alcohol. Beer. I hadn't had beer in forever. 

"I always drink it after sex," he said. "It makes the high feel stay longer."

"Did Eric say anything?" I was more worried about my brother.

"No," he said. "He didn't say anything, and I don't think he will."

"I'm his sister and I just gave you my virginity. Would you say something if your were in his position?"

He lifted the glass to his lips and shook his head before swallowing. "No. I have sisters and really I think it's their choice when they want to give that special part of them up, but Bo you and I--it's different."

"That's what scars me. I really don't think we match--."

He placed his glass on the bedside table and became really close to me. "You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. So don't think about changing who you want to love you. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time? A year has passed, Liam." I looked at him over the rim of my glass still filled with beer. 

He considered it. "I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass next to his. "Then prove it."

"Again?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Again, you know just to make sure I don't want to switch lovers."

"You fucking tease," he said as he reached for my lips. 


We lay wasted for a second time as a knock appeared on the door. 

"Liam, Boston has to get home," it was Eric's voice. 

"He's right," I breathed still gasping for air. 

"Don't listen to him, just start screaming my name again he'll get the idea." 

"Funny, but I need to go." I stood up and started to dress as Liam watched me place one article on at a time. 

He reached for his jeans and pulled them on without putting on boxers. He zipped up the denim but let the button undone. I opened the door and saw Louis' smile wide on his face but he didn't look at me. 

Eric was waiting on one of the barstools which he now got off and reached for the car keys. I started to the door, but Liam pulled back on my wrist. I let my hair down from it's ponytail not seeing the purpose in redoing it. My athletic clothes did feel like I did go running due to the sweat still forming from my pores. 

"Come back tomorrow. We'll go do something, catch up."

I looked at his hand connected to my skin and then back up in his eye. "We don't have to catch up," I started. "Don't you remember from earlier. I want to say goodbye, and fucking me made the goodbyes easier. This is your remembrance of me. We can't be together, even though I want to be. I want it to work, Liam, but it sure as hell didn't work a year ago, and I highly doubt it will work this year." 

He shook his head, "Don't…don't do this. Not knowing about you is a living hell."

"If we are good for each other them we'll always find ourselves together. That's how we know we are good for each other. We'll always collide, but I can't do this, not right now. I love you Liam, I wasn't lying about that, but we were never supposed to meet today like we did. I can't live like this, I need to know there is a life beyond you. You live and breathe in my thoughts and memories and they won't last forever so I need to have something there when our memories have vanished." 

He slowly let go of my wrist. "If that's what you believe." 

"It is." 

"Then I think it is best that you leave."

I nodded, "Yes." 

I turned around and headed towards the door. Eric opened it for me and I looked back at Liam. He folded his arms over his chest and his almond eyes were glossy with tears. 

He's killed me, now I'm killing him. Only thing is I know we aren't healthy together, we can never be and therefore I have to be the one to disappear. I know I haven't seen him in a year but we got what we wanted. To touch, feel, and fuck, but now it's over. It's over and it will never make sense again.

I got into the black car, Liam drove earlier today. 

"Why did you do that, Boston?" Eric demanded of me, almost yelling. I wasn't expecting him to be mad. 

"If it's the Liam I know and love it won't be goodbye. He's smart and he'll soon realize what I was talking about."

I placed my hand in my athletic jacket and my hand folded around the piece of paper, the note, Liam left for me a year ago back in the hospital. I pulled the paper free of my pocket and unfolded it.

"What's that?" Eric asked me.

"A note from a long time ago, from a very good friend."

"What does it say?" 

Normally I would tell him to fuck off but this time I smiled as I read aloud, "I'll find you where ever you are.

Please comment, like, and favorite! Morgan x

ps: the song that's playing off Liam's iPod is Wicked Games by The Weeknd, which some of the lyrics have also been used x

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