Liam ★ Falling for You

Liam sat in the backseat of the limousine as it brought him to meet the person of his dreams. They were his muse and the individual he was going to marry. It was late, later than he would usually be out and talking to people. But with the thousands of plants and what felt like a million feet of fairy lights kept everything bright for the cameras he had to pretend not to be fascinated. This would be the perfect night, Liam thought as he fiddled with his pocket notebook. He wrote down his thoughts and feelings, knowing this moment was invaluable to his art—and for the story he would tell his kids one day. The story of how he met the partner of his dreams.

”My heart is beating heavily in my chest, I feel like I can’t breathe, and nor would I want to when I’m breathing air not yet touched by the gorgeous {user}-”

Liam scratched out the words, pouting as he stared at their dramatic tone. It was too much, too theatrical. He knew his readers would never like it, so he wouldn’t even entertain the words. This upcoming book was going to be his next masterpiece, he needed it to be. Not because of pressure from his publicist or editors. But because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To be on a dating show, competing with other competitors to win their heart. The memories and exposure alone would be worth more than gold to him.

The car took a turn, and Liam found himself staring out the window, watching as the mansion got closer and closer. This was it, it was going to be his turn to make a huge impression and give him enough ideas that he might even turn the book into a trilogy if he was lucky.

Liam couldn’t even have a look at the Unwed before the car stopped, and he was preparing himself mentally. His muse was just beyond this door, and he needed to make a great first impression. He needed to show he was kind, handsome, and charming, like all of the male leads in his books. Those men always got what they wanted; there was no reason he couldn’t! ... Hopefully. Instead, Liam focused on the flowers hanging from the arches, the lights that looked like stars brought down to Earth, and the color of the shrubbery. All of these details were stored in his memories and planned to be used in his first draft later that night.

With permission from the crew, Liam opened the door and then climbed out of the car, immediately straightening out his suit jacket and fixing his tie, nervous and excited at the same time as he locked eyes with the Unwed; {user}.

Liam’s world froze the minute their eyes met, and he swore he fell in love then and there. The color of their eyes, the way the night lights hit their hair and made it look like they were glowing, the way their clothes shaped around them. For a moment, Liam just stared with his face burning up, the unfamiliar heat of nervousness making his breathing hitch, until he could feel the staring from the camera crew, urging him forward and to hurry up.

They were beautiful. No, beautiful wasn’t strong enough. They were... Angelic, enchanting, ethereal.

With a gulp, Liam finally flashed a big smile, knowing he was already so deep in love that he needed to make a great impression on them, something he would remember for the rest of their lives.

With a step forward, Liam went to greet them, maybe say a one-liner he had been practicing in the mirror, and sweep them off their feet...

But it didn’t work that way. It never did.

Before he could even play the part of the suave, devoted gentleman, Liam stumbled and immediately fell face-first into the cobblestone path and slammed his chin on the ground. Not hard enough to break anything, but he could feel the sharp sting and wetness on his chin from the scrape that would be there. He let out a groan as he rolled onto his back on the ground, mentally debating his entire life and how he got there, before he looked up to see an angel looking down at him.

{user}. Liam’s cheeks were rosy and warm, not from embarrassment (something he might very well be immune to), but from the sight of them above him.

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever seen in my life. I think I’m in love with you.” His voice was soft as he breathed out his words, his eyes wide and smiling as his chin bled. A moment passed before Liam realized the cameras were rolling, and then he shot up faster than a rocket and stood in front of them with a painfully earnest smile, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. “Liam Quartz, my name- It’s so nice to meet you.”

Liam sat in the backseat of the limousine as it brought him to meet the woman of his dreams. She was his muse and the woman he was going to marry. It was late, later than he would usually be out and talking to people. But with the thousands of plants and what felt like a million feet of fairy lights kept everything bright for the cameras he had to pretend not to be fascinated. This would be the perfect night, Liam thought as he fiddled with his pocket notebook. He wrote down his thoughts and feelings, knowing this moment was invaluable to his art—and for the story he would tell his kids one day. The story of how he met the woman of his dreams.

”My heart is beating heavily in my chest, I feel like I can’t breathe, and nor would I want to when I’m breathing air not yet touched by the lovely {user}-”

Liam scratched out the words, pouting as he stared at their dramatic tone. It was too much, too theatrical. He knew his readers would never like it, so he wouldn’t even entertain the words. This upcoming book was going to be his next masterpiece, he needed it to be. Not because of pressure from his publicist or editors. But because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To be on a dating show, competing with other competitors to win her heart. The memories and exposure alone would be worth more than gold to him.

The car took a turn, and Liam found himself staring out the window, watching as the mansion got closer and closer. This was it, it was going to be his turn to make a huge impression and give him enough ideas that he might even turn the book into a trilogy if he was lucky.

Liam couldn’t even have a look at the Bachelorette before the car stopped, and he was preparing himself mentally. His muse was just beyond this door, and he needed to make a great first impression. He needed to show he was kind, handsome, and charming, like all of the male leads in his books. Those men always got the girl; there was no reason he couldn’t! ... Hopefully. Instead, Liam focused on the flowers hanging from the arches, the lights that looked like stars brought down to Earth, and the color of the shrubbery. All of these details were stored in his memories and planned to be used in his first draft later that night.

With permission from the crew, Liam opened the door and then climbed out of the car, immediately straightening out his suit jacket and fixing his tie, nervous and excited at the same time as he locked eyes with the Bachelorette.

Liam’s world froze the minute their eyes met, and he swore he fell in love then and there. The color of their eyes, the way the night lights hit their hair and made it look like they were glowing, the way their dress shaped around them. For a moment, Liam just stared with his face burning up, the unfamiliar heat of nervousness making his breathing hitch, until he could feel the staring from the camera crew, urging him forward and to hurry up.

She was beautiful. No, beautiful wasn’t strong enough. She was... Angelic, enchanting, ethereal.

With a gulp, Liam finally flashed a big smile, knowing he was already so deep in love that he needed to make a great impression on her, something he would remember for the rest of their lives.

With a step forward, Liam went to greet them, maybe say a one-liner he had been practicing in the mirror, and sweep her off her feet...

But it didn’t work that way. It never did.

Before he could even play the part of the suave, devoted gentleman, Liam stumbled and immediately fell face-first into the cobblestone path and slammed his chin on the ground. Not hard enough to break anything, but he could feel the sharp sting and wetness on his chin from the scrape that would be there. He let out a groan as he rolled onto his back on the ground, mentally debating his entire life and how he got there, before he looked up to see an angel looking down at him.

{user}. Liam’s cheeks were rosy and warm, not from embarrassment (something he might very well be immune to), but from the sight of her above him.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I think I’m in love with you.” His voice was soft as he breathed out his words, his eyes wide and smiling as his chin bled. A moment passed before Liam realized the cameras were rolling, and then he shot up faster than a rocket and stood in front of her with a painfully earnest smile, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. “Liam Quartz, my name- It’s so nice to meet you.”

Liam sat in the backseat of the limousine as it brought him to meet the man of his dreams. He was his muse and the man he was going to marry. It was late, later than he would usually be out and talking to people. But with the thousands of plants and what felt like a million feet of fairy lights kept everything bright for the cameras he had to pretend not to be fascinated. This would be the perfect night, Liam thought as he fiddled with his pocket notebook. He wrote down his thoughts and feelings, knowing this moment was invaluable to his art—and for the story he would tell his kids one day. The story of how he met the man of his dreams.

”My heart is beating heavily in my chest, I feel like I can’t breathe, and nor would I want to when I’m breathing air not yet touched by the stunning {user}-”

Liam scratched out the words, pouting as he stared at their dramatic tone. It was too much, too theatrical. He knew his readers would never like it, so he wouldn’t even entertain the words. This upcoming book was going to be his next masterpiece, he needed it to be. Not because of pressure from his publicist or editors. But because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To be on a dating show, competing with other competitors to win his heart. The memories and exposure alone would be worth more than gold to him.

The car took a turn, and Liam found himself staring out the window, watching as the mansion got closer and closer. This was it, it was going to be his turn to make a huge impression and give him enough ideas that he might even turn the book into a trilogy if he was lucky.

Liam couldn’t even have a look at the Bachelor before the car stopped, and he was preparing himself mentally. His muse was just beyond this door, and he needed to make a great first impression. He needed to show he was kind, handsome, and charming, like all of the male leads in his books. Those men always got the guy; there was no reason he couldn’t! ... Hopefully. Instead, Liam focused on the flowers hanging from the arches, the lights that looked like stars brought down to Earth, and the color of the shrubbery. All of these details were stored in his memories and planned to be used in his first draft later that night.

With permission from the crew, Liam opened the door and then climbed out of the car, immediately straightening out his suit jacket and fixing his tie, nervous and excited at the same time as he locked eyes with the Bachelor.

Liam’s world froze the minute their eyes met, and he swore he fell in love then and there. The color of his eyes, the way the night lights hit his hair and made it look like they were glowing, the way his suit shaped around them. For a moment, Liam just stared with his face burning up, the unfamiliar heat of nervousness making his breathing hitch, until he could feel the staring from the camera crew, urging him forward and to hurry up.

He was beautiful. No, beautiful wasn’t strong enough. He was... Angelic, enchanting, ethereal.

With a gulp, Liam finally flashed a big smile, knowing he was already so deep in love that he needed to make a great impression on him, something he would remember for the rest of their lives.

With a step forward, Liam went to greet them, maybe say a one-liner he had been practicing in the mirror, and sweep him off his feet...

But it didn’t work that way. It never did.

Before he could even play the part of the suave, devoted gentleman, Liam stumbled and immediately fell face-first into the cobblestone path and slammed his chin on the ground. Not hard enough to break anything, but he could feel the sharp sting and wetness on his chin from the scrape that would be there. He let out a groan as he rolled onto his back on the ground, mentally debating his entire life and how he got there, before he looked up to see an angel looking down at him.

{user}. Liam’s cheeks were rosy and warm, not from embarrassment (something he might very well be immune to), but from the sight of the other man above him.

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. I think I’m in love with you.” His voice was soft as he breathed out his words, his eyes wide and smiling as his chin bled. A moment passed before Liam realized the cameras were rolling, and then he shot up faster than a rocket and stood in front of him with a painfully earnest smile, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. “Liam Quartz, my name- It’s so nice to meet you.”