Captivated - Comments

I love this so much! Please update soon :)

oh my goodness!!!! How did I miss this story on your page!! haha!

I love everything about this! :) Everything about him working out at the gym....amazing!
:)

Okay I started writing a comment last night, and SHOCKER, got distracted. So here we go, lmao!

There were so many great things in this chapter, but seriously the fact you put the puppy reference in there was enough to make me have to start over reading like 8 times because I kept giggling. Who could resist Liam Payne's puppy dog face?

He panicked when I said I had to go, and here I am being a hussy and calling in sick for a boy I met and almost fucked in a sauna. Can my life be anymore stupid? But PUPPY EYES has to be a jerk and use those puppy eyes and turn me into fucking goo.

There’s a part of me that knows I couldn’t even start a friendship with you because I don’t know how it would work out. But there’s a bigger part of me that doesn’t care. I want to get to know you, Alyssa. I want to know every part of you, inside and out, and that is honestly freaking me out. I’ve only just met you. But that’s the thing…I’ve only just met you and you’ve already turned me inside out. You make my damn heart race, more than any other girl ever has. Not only that, but it’s racing more at the thought of being able to get to know you than the thought of having a one-time hook up with you. LEAVE ME TO DIE.

He had finally cracked, and Alyssa had noticed it. She didn’t have much prior experience with Liam, but she did know that no matter how into it they had gotten with each other in the gym, not once had he ever been like this. He was rough and frenzied and demanding. The fucking face I made omg. It was probably so unattractive. It was probably exactly like the 'NO' face to be quiet honest, but with my eyes more 'let me fuck your brains out, Liam.' If that makes sense.

You know, IF WE GET INTERRUPTED ONE MORE DAMN TIME... You are making me so sexually frustrated with this story, Aimee. It's so hot and then bam, someone practically threw cold water on us. -_-

Bitch.

YOU PLAYED 'WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL' OH MY GOD. SO you know who Liam is... DO I? 'Cause it seems like I don't which probably makes it worse because if I know he's a hotass English fuck in a band then trying to jump his penis is understandable you know? HA.

She hadn’t realized she had fallen asleep until she felt him stand up and begin walking. He stopped at a few doors before finding her bedroom, closing the door with his foot and laying her down gently on the bed. Alyssa made sure to hold onto him in her sleepy haze, not wanting him to leave. She smiled as she felt him lay down next to her, kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head. He dragged the blankets over them, throwing an arm around her to pull her close to him. I cannot. I physically cannot form thoughts on this one.

But I’m glad Aimee interrupted. As attracted as I am to you, I don’t want to just have a one night thing. I already know I’m not going to be able to get you out of my head, so I need some kind of reassurance that we’ll be in contact. I want to take you to dinner. I want to get your phone number; I want to be able to call you and text you when I’m on the road. I want to be able to come back here and visit you, spend time with you without it being awkward or weird HNNNNNNNNG. I HATE YOU.

Liam frowned, brushing the bangs from her eyes as he stared deeply into them, making her feel as though he was looking right through her. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just put yourself down and say that I look forward to working hard for you, because you deserve someone who will.” I HATE YOU SO MUCH.

Oh my god, but I love you. STAHP DOING THIS TO ME. YOU'RE TRAHMATIZING MEH. Ugh. I can't wait for more. <333

Absolutely love this story. Liam is so precious. This story is written very well and it's got the right mixture of fluff, plotline, and steamy stuff. I mean, obviously, the reason one seeks fanfiction to read, is for those three things, but most of the time it's way too much - or too little - of one of those. I am so excited that you are doing 2 more chapters. I was almost hesitant to read the third when I got the notification email because I didn't want it to be over. The sad part about all this is that you're fueling my fire. I'm not supposed to be A) spending this much time on the computer and B) this obsessed with One Direction (especially Liam because he's freaking taken and I love his girlfriend). However, in spite of myself, I'm going to keep begging you and Alyssa to keep writing this stuff because it's now my crack. Thank you.

I cannot get over how simultaneously cute and sexy Liam Payne is. We go from him being so concerned about my sore hands to him taking some fucking initiative and kissing my sore hands. Story me was way more composed than real me would have been, that's for fucking sure. And like I said he's taking initiative and being sexy as fuck but he still pauses to get my permission, because without it there's no question he would have stopped.

Why must you do this to me?

Alyssa felt one of his hands on her left hip while the other hand was on her inner thigh right by her knee. She would have said something if she trusted her voice, but then he did the same thing to her other leg and whatever had been left of her voice was completely gone now. Insert the 'NO' reaction image we are so fond of.

You should have seen me when I was reading the post-punching the shit out of the things section. I was like "oh my god how cute he's unwrapping my hands and concerned about them being sore... oh that's fucking SWEET he kissed my knuckles. and my fingers. and my palm. and my wrist. OH MY GOD LIAM, what are you doing?!" Basically I almost dropped my laptop. Heh. He just went right for my fucking neck. Lawdy. And I'm betting my tone was encouraging, for the record. Heh.

Liam, realizing he was losing Alyssa to her thoughts, rolled his hips slightly against hers to remind her of the topic at hand. Her eyes snapped back up to his gaze, which looked even more like a puppy dog if that were possible. Sly. fucking. fox.

Here story me is all concerned about my body (Which duh, of course) and Liam has to go do things like carrying me effortlessly into the sauna, closing and locking the door behind him, and making sure I don't try to cover up by telling me he thinks I'm beautiful. Jesus fucking christ, Aimee. Almost as if he had been able to read her mind, he uncurled her clenched fingers and intertwined them with his own. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, then her cheek, and then settled his lips against her ear. “You’re beautiful.” hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng.

He. pounded. his. fist. against. the. door. in. frustration.

Heh.

UGH ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER YOU HUSSY. I love this so fucking much, for obvious reasons, but jesus fucking christ. I DEMAND MORE. <3

update again!!! that was so good!

Thank you for writing this for me and putting it up so quickly. I find it hilarious that when we were writing certain other stories, we took months between updates, but here we are just cranking out one shots and stories about five assholes. Heh. You've written Niall, some Harry, and now Liam. Only Zayn and Lou left for you to go. I'll get there one day with some one shots/more stories of my own. (;

Can I just say how perfect you described my attitude to the gym and fitness? I know I need to, and once I start, I could keep it up, but until then I'll just sit behind my computer on my bed, eating everything in my house. You know, on top of having terrible sleeping habits, but I digress.

Skinny. Bitch. Behind. the. Counter.

Ugh gym creepers, or creepers of any kind, flock to chubby girls like white on rice like we're easy or some shit. Just because I treat my body like shit does not mean you can, jeesh.

Can you imagine being in a gym and a guy who looks anything even LIKE Liam walks in. Cute as fuck face with a fit ass body? Fuck you. Okay. Fuck you. I love ME being the creeper toward him, omg. Jeez, undress him with your eyes a bit more, eh?

There are so many good images in this story, I'd be pasting the entire chapter if I pointed out all the things that made me HNNNNNNG I'd basically be pasting the entire story, so yeah. What really got me was when you casually switched to his POV because WHOA BABY.

He inwardly groaned as he watched her, just as any man would if they saw an attractive, well-endowed woman jogging. He was close enough to see a bead of sweat trickle down her neck and into her cleavage, and he nearly dropped the dumbell he was using. Son of a fucking bitch, Liam you dirty pervert. ME GUSTA. Enjoy my bouncing tittays, eh? He had to go box to release TENSION. Jesus effing christ.

I'm sorry I have to post this entire paragraph. “I suppose I should have given you a bit more room,” the man said, even though he had known what he was doing all along. He had seen her looking at him while he was at the punching bag, and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore and he decided he needed to talk to her. He had watched her go over to the drinking fountain and saw his opportunity, finding himself, coincidentally, a bit parched as well. She had taken a very long drink, but it’s not like he minded having her bent over in front of him. “Sorry,” he added, giving her a smile that knocked the wind out of her. And, she noted, he most definitely did have an accent. A British accent. HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING. He purposely let me bump into his bare chest. What an asshole. Sneaky fox.

God, of course I fucking love it. This is brilliant. I remember we were talking about how precious Liam was and then BAM you came up with this shit? What are you doing to me? I cannot wait for mooooooreeeeeee. Love you bebz. <3