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Corner-store

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: When her visits to the corner store become more frequent, there is only one explanation as to why. (And it's not her forgetting to buy half of the grocery list just to see him...)

Warnings: swearing, making out, smut implications, 16+ mdni, nsfw, lots of fluff, mentions of reader having conservative/strict parents,

Wordcount: 4.4k

Masterlist, Britpop Masterlist

It started innocently. A last minute text from her mom before going home from a friend's place. 'We don't have any eggs left and I need them for dinner. Could you please get some from the corner store.'

Sighing at the request that lit up her face in the dark, she took the longer route. Walking into the first one she saw without thinking twice about it. The bell chimed over her as she walked in. Not looking around but fixating on the task at hand, she didn't take notice of the boy that sat hunched over some magazine at the cash register. Boredom lulling out of his eyes as the same words repeated in his mind over and over again.

Looking up at the sound he imagined some old bastard walking in that still needed some beer for the Footie game tonight - one he'd miss half of because he was sat there. Or some group of teenagers his age or younger that he would converse with long enough so they'd think they could trick him into selling them things they weren't legally allowed to buy. Instead he caught sight of her. A walk he could recognized blind, shoes and legs he looked at longer than the blackboard in maths class.

Slamming the magazine he was reading shut and throwing it beneath his feet so she wouldn't catch sight of the little embarrassing article he looked for the whole of his shift already and finally found after two hours. The pages flickered shut and he couldn't remember he was on when he finally found it. Cursing himself for not thinking of it beforehand before she was already standing in front of him.

The pack of eggs softly put down in front of him as she counted the change in her hand. Handing him over too much instead of a hundred little cent coins he couldn't be bothered to count again for her.

"It's always the damn eggs that almost get yer into trouble, huh?" he commented, looking at the price and then the money she handed over to him. Not looking up at him.

"What?" When she heard his voice, she couldn't believe his ears. She knew Liam, of course she knew him. A topic of hatred and disgust in most of her friends mouths. A daydream she would never admit. But now he was smiling up at her through his thick lashes. Looking like they've known each other for long enough to built conversation like that.

"It's almost 8, love. Don't think you can trick me," he stated, starting to type in the numbers on the cash register. "Yer forgot the one thing on the grocery list that is the most important so now you run to some shit corner store before yer parents notice."

"I'm not- This is not me trying to not get in trouble. It's me mum actually."

His hands stopped typing in the price for a second, looking up to see the expression on her face and place her tone right. She wasn't scared, just slightly confused and amused.

Going back to his work, Liam finished up before handing her her change. Letting the coins fall into the palm of her hand while not letting her eyes slip out of his sight. Deep desire to keep her laughing building up inside of him.

"You're Liam, right? I think I've seen you around school."

"Yeah, think I've seen you too. Yer with those art freaks, aren't you?"

Grimacing at the name he thought he'd messed it all up with a single world but instead she laughed at his words. A term she should hate but had grown into over time.

"Yep, that's us." Nodding her head, she didn't seem embarrassed. "You know, you could be one of us. Heard you play in a band now."

Leaning on the counter she was on eye level with him. Smirking up at him as the invitations hung in the air between them. The revelation of her knowing about his interest tying the knot between his heart and her smile.

"Nah, I'm not cool enough to hang with yer. Would make a right fool out of meself if I tried to hold a paintbrush and not get paint on me trousers."

"I think you'd fit in alright. But don't worry, yer not missing out on much. We mostly just shit-talk anyway."

"Like who?"

"Everyone and everything."

"Me too?"

"You are somebody, aren't you? So probably you were mentioned once or twice."

Leaning his head on his fist, the faces moved closer together. "Yer paining me, sweetheart. I thought I was on your good side."

Letting her head fall down in between her arms, her hair fell from behind her shoulder over her face. Hiding her sweet smile from him.

His fingers moved before he could think, brushing the hair from in front of her face behind her ear again. His eyes connecting with hers as her laughing stopped. The only sound surrounding them being the low hum of the refrigerator a couple rows behind them. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat as she looked up at him, eyes falling down his eyes over his nose and cheeks and the slight colour painting them warm before falling on his lips. Plum and rose coloured like those of an angel.

Pushing herself up from the counter again, she slightly stumbled back at the action. Liam's hand lingered a second longer before falling on the counter were here arms once were laid on. The warmth of her skin transcending into his fingertips. A shockwave shooting up his spine at the feeling and the memory. Straightening his spine still his hands were stretched out, reaching for something he never had.

Taking the pack of eggs from the counter, together with the change and receipt she bit him goodbye before swiftly leaving the closing in space. Not hearing the low mumbled, 'bye, love' that he hoped she'd catch and turn around or at least think of him again.

The next time he saw her, she had some jerks arm thrown over her shoulder at lunch. Sitting with her friends like usual and laughing. Hand over her mouth. Loud laughter bitten back in her through. If he was sat there instead of him, he would make sure that her laugh would be the only thing he'd be able to hear. Her smile being the only thing he was seeing for days since they met for the first real time.

Another crushed dream he would never call his reality.

Weeks had passed before the bell above the door chimed again and her shoes caught his sight. Some cheap pizza this time.

Taking it from the counter after she put it down, Liam couldn't stop the pictures running through his head. Knuckles turning white as he gripped the pizza box. Was she gonna eat it with him? Watch a movie, eat cheap crappy pizza and afterwards -. He didn't want to know what happened afterwards. Not when she still looked at him like there was no one else in the store, waiting for her to wrap it up and keep moving. Instead she stood still.

"I didn't expect you to be here," she commented as Liam got her change out.

"I work here, forgot it already?" Taken back by his hostile tone, she pushed her body upwards. Creating space between their bodies.

"No, I meant, that I didn't expect you here at this time. You were never here before so early."

His eyes shot up to her as the words left her mouth. Lips parting in admiration as he saw her up close again. Was she trying to catch him again? Was she not ignoring him like he thought she was?

"Yer stalking me now, love? Didn't know I was that good of a person to talk to."

Shrugging at his attempt of trying to be funny she saw right through him. Heart beating in his chest like a hammer that wanted to destroy his ribcage and lungs. A fire flooding his veins as she smiled. Tight lipped smile to keep his excitement at bay and not scare her off. She sensed it all by a single look in his eyes.

"My mum's just really forgetful," she tried talking herself out of the allegations, but nothing could convince him otherwise now that he had the idea of her going out of her own way to possibly see him planted in his head.

"Sure she is."

"It's not my fault," she shrugged, lingering as a line formed behind them.

Catching sight of it, Liam leaned in closer, whispering, "You might get me kicked out if you take up all my time here, sweetheart. I barely pay attention to anyone else when yer around."

"Would you rather have me not come here as often?"

"What if you come to my place instead?" Taking the receipt out of her hand with gentle fingers, Liam took the cap of his blue pen between his teeth. Biting down on the plastic as he wrote something down she couldn't focus on as all her focus was taken up by his lips pursing in concentration and the cap moving between his lips.

"It's easier to talk there, quieter too." Taking the cap out of his mouth, a bit of spit stuck to it, leaving a slight trail to fall on his lips. Pushing the receipt over to her again and looking up he couldn't help the smirk forming as he watched her look down in embarrassment. Cheeks heating up and fingers slightly shaking as she took the piece of paper back. Analyzing the words he wrote in messy letters.

"You sure?"

"We could also meet here after my shift and walk together."

"No, no. It's fine, I'll come over tomorrow. At 7."

"Perfect." With a last small wave he looked after her as she left the store with quick feet. Receipt and biscuits tight in her grip.

No goodbye, not when they'd see each other again soon enough.

"You done flirting and ready to do yer fecking job?"

"Oi, you mind yer own fucking business, mate, 'lright?"

Closing the shop for the day, Liam kicked the rocks beneath his feet when the lock wouldn't budge and he had to slam his fist against the frame to get the key out. Shaking the pain out of his knuckles, he hissed as he stuffed the key in his pocket and made his way home under flickering streetlights. Keeping his gaze steady on the pavement and not the few people still walking by at this late hour or on the TVs that he could see through people's windows. The game wasn't over yet. If he walked fast he could still catch the last 20 minutes and a potential extra time.

But something made him stop. A familiar voice ringing through the air. Calls of his name being carried over to him by the fog. On the other side of the street she was standing. Make up running down her face as she hurried over the street. Not looking whether a car was coming or not. Stumbling into his chest and throwing her arms over his neck, forcing his spine to bent. The shift of his body weight making him stumble forwards. Hands on her hips to keep her steady.

"Hey, hey. It's alright," he tried comforting her. Holding her head, stroking her hair. Letting her ruin his shirt with her tears and the sadness behind them. "I've got you. You're okay."

The minutes ticked by and he had never felt less obedient to miss a game. Not when she was holding on to him like she might slip away into nothingness and he was the only thing keeping her at bay.

"Lets get you home, alright?" He asked, moving her face away from his chest to look at her. Hand on her cheek, wiping away the leaking tears.

Shaking her head, her lip quivered as she tried to speak. Little hiccups of frustration coming out instead of actual words when she would open her mouth. "Can I stay at yours? Just tonight."

And with helpless eyes like hers he couldn't have said no to anyone. Especially not her.

"Sure, come on." Shrugging his jacket off and draping it over her shivering body he pulled her into his side with his arm over her shoulder. Transcending the warmth from his body onto hers. Rubbing her arm to calm her down. Moving the hood of his parka over her eyes when he noticed her squinted at every streetlamp they walked past. The bright light hurting in her already sensitive red eyes.

Standing in front of his front door, Liam fiddled with his keys again before finding the right one and finding the lock. They low light making it hard for him to see though his failed attempts and senseless cursing made a small smile dance over her lips.

"Me mum won't mind that yer here," he assured her as the door finally opened and reality crept in. "She's fairly facilitated when she doesn't have to keep up with me on her own."

The joke made another smile form on her face as she stepped inside. The faint smell of wood and candles burning itself in her nostrils. Taking up their designated place of comfort in her brain and making her shoulders sink in exhaustion. Liam took the jacket from her body before she could even attempt to do it on her own. Hanging it up next to all his others and placing his hand on her back to guide her through the entrance hall.

"Shoes off," he instructed her as they passed a small mat with pairs messily littered all over it.

Peggy was already sat waiting in the living room, telly on in front of her. Playing the game she watched against her own interest and more to inform her son on what had happened while he was gone. Longer than usually, she noticed. Already worried sick that something happened at the shop or on his way home until she heard two pairs of feet and her son's soft voice.

Perking up and looking at the door, her eyes widened as a young girl stood next to her son in the doorway. Eyes puffy and red. Body curled into itself. Fingers fidgeting and her lips almost bleeding from where she chewed on it. Her heartbeat could be heard through the whole house, even over the fans screaming in the stadium.

"Oh, sweetheart, what has happened to you?" Peggy rushed over to inspect the girl on any cuts or bruises. Though she found nothing but anger and sadness. Defeat, potentially. Comfort at best now that she was somewhere safe.

"Mum," Liam pulled his mother slightly away not to scare her off. "Is it okay if she stay over tonight?"

"Do your parents know?"

"They know I'm not home," she answered, making Peggy move her hand over her mouth in shock and fear. What if they sent someone to look for her and think they held her hostage or something. "They think I'm at a friend's house and that's what Liam is."

Looking up at him, she caught him nodding in confirmation, making the stone on her heart crack a little in relief.

"Alright, alright." Pacing around the room, Peggy nodded as well. Turning to her son after a few seconds. "Go get her some warm clothes, she must be freezing. I'll make you a tea, darling."

Shushing both of them up the stairs, Liam walked in front of her. Sure of her following him and not looking back to check. His room was messy. Records and CDs on every surface. Dirty clothes on his chair and floor. Work sheets and timetables building a tower of abhorrence in a corner of his room. Family pictures of him and an older boy on his nightstand. A second bed - neatly made and not touched for some time - standing next to his.

"Yer mum's nice," she said as she looked around the room. Fingers intertwined behind her back. An awkward string holding up her spine when she just wanted to collapse in his arms or in her bed.

"She's great. Truly the best in the family," Liam agreed, digging through his closet to find the one sweater that was too small on him but his mom loved so he never dared to throw it away.

Finding it, he held it out to her. A pair of joggers following shortly after before he walked over to the door. Lingering in the doorway like he was afraid that if he left she would disappear.

"I'll wait downstairs for you. Take all the time you need, yeah?"

Nodding in answer, he nodded too. Closing the door behind himself and descending down the stairs. His steps creaking through the floorboard and the walls to her. Lump in her throat as reality crept in. She was alone in his room, in his house when she barely knew him and thrown herself at him the moment she caught sight of him. He was the first reasonable choice and she took it before she could think. What if he only let her stay because he felt bad and couldn't say no? What if she was just another pity case for him?

Looking down at the picture of Liam as a child, his eyes seemed full of wonder. Holding too much pure honesty to lie to her.

The sweater smelled like him when she pulled it over her head, a bit loose but not too big. The pants fit good enough for her not to fall. Old clothes he still had, she guessed. Leaving her clothes on the edge of his bed and making her way downstairs.

Two steaming cups of tea were already placed on the table in front of the couch, Liam slumped into the cushion, arm thrown over the headrest. The last stair creaked when she walked over it, making his head turn as if on instinct.

"You alright?" he asked, eyes falling up and down her figure as she drowned in his blue orbs as well as in his clothes. A slight red tint falling on his cheeks as he saw her in his clothes. A heavy feeling settling on his chest at the sight.

"'m good," she answered, shyly walking over to him. Slumping in the cushion next to him. His fingers tangling up in her hair within a few seconds. Curling into his side, she tucked her feet beneath her body. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"No worries, I'm glad you're here and nowhere else," he said, making her look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Means I know that yer safe."

Lowering her head to watch her fingers covered by his sweater sleeves she looked at the telly again.

"How's the game?"

"Good. Mum said, I missed nothing besides those Man United cunts playing foul as always. But it's no news that they can't play. Especially not against us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, the team. Man City. If yer a fan, yer part of the team. Those are the rules. You can yell at the coach for being as shite as always and not knowing a damn thing bout his job or you can bash those useless players that don't know how to hit a fucking ball. It's great."

"But aren't you 2:0 behind?" she asked, looking up at the tool that displayed the score.

"The referee's paid by those cunts, that's why we lose," he explained.

"Sure." Cuddling closer into his side, Liam held his breath as he could feel hers fanning down his stomach through his shirt. Her fingers curling against the fabric on his sides, playing with the hem of his shirt.

After the game, another loss for Man United that Liam went off about even as they brushed their teeth together. Foam slipping out of his mouth and down his chin as he complained about the same thing over and over again until she couldn't stand straight from laughing at him. Doubling over and almost hitting her forehead on the sink until he pulled her up. Arms wrapped around her front to keep her from hurting herself. Calming down, he didn't back away. Holding her with one arm over her waist as she leaned into his chest. Waiting until he finished up and they went to his bedroom. Liam's fingers brushing hers on the way through the hall.

"Me brother's not here at the moment, off on the road with some band," he explained as he got the bed ready for her. "I swear, I don't snore."

"I better hope so or I might have to ban you from your own room," she joked, smiling up at him as he finished up, standing straight and towering over her. Crossing his arms over his chest and smirking down at her.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Don't underestimate me, Gallagher. I'm more convincing than you might think."

And he was more willing to do everything she wanted from him than she could ever know.

His knees buckled as she tapped her finger against his nose before climbing under the covers and getting comfortable. Laying down on his own bed, he didn't turn the lights off just yet. Watching as she already pulled the blanket up to her chin, taking in the soft lavender smell Peggy had made her significant smell for clothes and bed sheets over the years.

"You good?"

"More than that," she answered, peeking one eye open to look at him. "Thank you, truly. I couldn't imagine a better place to stay."

But he did. He saw her in all sorts of places, but never next to him in Noel's bed. Cuddling into the covers like they were her own. They weren't, they never would be. His could become hers too, but not Noel's.

Jealousy fought his common sense.

"You wanna come over?"

Mentally slapping himself, he threw his face into his pillow as he heard her quietly laughing into the silence.

"What?"

She didn't seem disgusted, just curious.

Pulling his blanket up to invite her into his space, peeking with one eye with his head still stuffed into his pillow, he added, "Just to talk."

"You're ridiculous, Gallagher," she said. shaking her head but still walking the few steps over to him. Slipping beneath the covers, next to his warm body. Face to face, inches apart. His breath fanning down her face as his lashes fluttered close in revelation.

He didn't talk, didn't even make a sound. He just laid there, one arm beneath his head, the other one lingering over her waist, eyes closed like she was just a dream that would disappear any second. Until her fingers brushed his jaw and lips. Tracing each feature she hadn't taken notice of before. He had never looked that peaceful in the store. Holding his jaw in her hand, he didn't move. Didn't budge, didn't peek.

He didn't dare to think too far ahead, before her lips brushed his. Then his hands found her waist, pulling her closer, pulling her on top. Each one of her legs falling on either side of his hips. Lips moving in synchronisation. Their flesh sticking to each other when they pulled away to catch their breath every few second. Spit sticking between them. Both her hands pulling him closer by his jaw.

Moaning into her mouth before pictures flooded his brain. Pictures of her and another guy at lunch, arm thrown over her shoulder, pulling her into his side just like Liam had done not even an hour ago.

Pulling away for good, he held her neck without adding too much pressure. Keeping her confused as she looked down at him. Pupils blown, lips wet and swollen.

"What about that boyfriend of yours?" he panted out, trying to catch his breath while he spoke. "You're really thinking I'd just let myself get stringed along until you got bored?"

"What? Who are you talking about?" Moving up, loosening his hand from her throat, she sat up. Still in his lap but more distant now.

"That jerk that had his hands all over you only a week ago." Liam's hands were flying around as he spoke, landing next to him with a loud thud when he finished. Eyes drained on the ceiling in anger and confusion.

"He's not- I don't want him."

"Didn't look like it when I saw yous all snuggled up." Pictures of them acting the same making him want to throw up. "Do you know how pathetic I feel thinking you'd actually like me?"

Her heart churned at his words. He actually liked her?

Did she like him?

Of course, she did. Of course she didn't just forget something from her mother's grocery list by accident so that she had to stop by his job and see him for a few seconds even when she wasn't even sure if he'd be in. Of course she ran to him immediately after they told her what they wanted from her and for her and felt more safe than she had in the fancy restaurant they took her to.

"I do, I like you."

"I mean, enough to want me. Only me."

"I don't want him, Liam. I want you." Leaning closer again, she grabbed his jaw as he turned his head to avoid her. Holding him forceful enough so he wouldn't try and fight against her. Honesty falling down her eyes on his cheeks. "He's just some posh guy my parents like. I don't want someone like him. All sorted out and with a big enough ego to say that I don't have to care about my art because he has enough money to provide for both of us. I want someone to care about what I'm doing. Everything that I'm passionate about and everything I love. I want someone to care about me."

"You don't want him? Like 0% not just 0.01%."

"Not even 0%, less than that. I want you, all 100%."

At the confirmation, Liam pulled her down again. Lips crashing on hers, teeth clashing in the process. Turning them again, he hovered over her, lips brushing against hers as he mumbled, "You fucking bastard, had me all twisted not knowing whether you were just messing with me or not."

"You were jealous, weren't you?" She laughed, the sound hitting him harder than before. Her hands running through his hair, tucking slightly at it when he didn't answer right away.

Hooking his hand under her thigh and pulling it up, he pressed his body deeper into her. Smirking in satisfaction when she threw her head back, quietly moaning in contempt.

"You want me to demonstrate?" he challenged her, laughing when she frantically nodded. Moving him down again, making him go quiet when she pulled him even closer.

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