One Direction Preferences

#118 He's a vampire: Liam

"Liam..bite me, please." The words came spilling from your lips in a plea.you didn't mean to sound as desperate as you felt, yet you did anyway. He shook his head, fidgeting around uncomfortably after having rejected you again. the two of you were just lying on the sofa cuddling and play fighting, something you two rarely had time for anymore. "But why?" You asked, getting back on topic. "Because I told you from the get-go, I will never let anything hurt you, myself included. And me biting you will hurt you." He answered sternly as if he were repeating himself. "You won't hurt me." You muttered, giving him a pleading stare. He only shook his head in disagreement. That was Liam for you, stubborn as a mule and absolutely never willing to do anything that might end in causing you harm. "Im sorry love. I can't. I don't want you to regret it later, because believe me, you will." He knew you wanted to be like him but sadly he didn't feel the same as you. "I wouldn't regret it." You immediately replied, only to be denied again with a stern head shake, making you slump back into the couch, pouting. Moments passed as you sat there playing with his fingers in silence. He watched you, the more time that passed the worse he felt about seeing you all sad and glum. He still didn't want to change you because he'd experienced the change himself and he knew you wouldn't be able to handle it. "Y/n?" He mumbled. You looked up to him in response, your hands stopped messing with his. He gave you a sad smile as he stroked his hand over your cheek. Immediately you knew. You knew he was feeling bad for not giving you what you wanted. "Maybe there's something else we could do to pass the time..besides making you immortal." He attempted to joke as he suggestively wagged his eyebrows and looked you up and down. "Can I touch them?" You asked, pointing to his fang teeth, making him sigh and nod. "Be careful. They're reeaallyy sharp." You nodded before reaching out your hand and touching your fingertip to the tip of one of his fangs. "Shit." You involuntarily hissed as it pricked your fingertip. He jolted back at your sudden reaction, "Are you hurt?! Let me see!" He frantically grabbed your hand and the blood was already oozing out of the deep cut. His eyes widened at the severity of the cut as you whimpered. That was that first and last time Liam ever let you touch his fangs. He blamed it all on himself of course, having known that you were bound to get hurt touching them.