Lonely Road

Chapter 4: One is the Loneliest Number

Hey! I hope you like the story so far :) if this becomes cliché in anyway, let us know, ok? I really want to make this different and I hope the surprises in the next few chapters shows that. Ok, Enjoy!

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I've been here for three days and still not a word from management. What if they don't find him? I shake my head and head for the kitchen. Louis is rummaging through the well stocked fridge.

"Hey Lou" I said awkwardly, seeing as how we haven't been alone since he walked in on my dream. I've been avoiding him at all costs, Zayn as well. They are both onto me.

"Niall! You hungry mate?" He raises an eyebrow at me but quickly waves his hand as to shoo the question. "Of course you're hungry! I'll whip us up some.... ah ha! Eggs and sausage!" Louis begins pulling out random ingredients and humming the tune to Live While We're Young.

"But Louis, neither of us can cook! Harry's gonna tear us apart if we burn the house or something." I warn Louis but he shrugs it off.

"Louis! Turn the stove off, NOW!" Harry's voice boomed as he ran into the kitchen. His eyes scanned the kitchen and fell on a pair of oven mitts turning brown by the burner Louis warmed up. "Loubear! You almost started a fire! That's it. Out! Get out of my kitchen!" Harry joked and shooed us out while Louis pouted like a child.

"Aww no fun Haz! You better make something good." Louis yelled after Harry as he began preparing the ingredients.

I chuckled at Louis' scowl and plopped onto the large couch in the living room area. A large flat screen hung on the wall and a coffee table filled the space in between the furniture. A DVD case rested against the wall with the blue ray player on top. I switched on the TV to find a movie all ready to play.

"Ooo Toy Story! Li-" Louis started but trailed off. My eyes began to water while I watched Liam's favorite movie. I don't even know why I feel this way.

"Niall?" Louis said softly as he took a seat next to me. I sniffed and brought my eyes up to him.

"Louis, can I tell you something?" I sighed and he nodded, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I stood up from my seat and pulled Louis to my room, closing the wooden door behind us.

"Go ahead Niall, you can tell me anything." Louis added.

I huffed but continued anyways."Lou I think I feel something towards Liam. Like, I want to be...I want to be more than friends." I closed my eyes waiting for the laughing in my face.

"Yeah, no shit." He mumbled. I scowled at him, well at least he didn't laugh.

"Thanks Lou..."

"I'm just kidding mate. What are you gonna do about it? I mean you really messed up Niall. Definitely not Liam's favorite person right now." Louis reminded. Thanks Lou, like I didn't know that Liam hates me right now.

I sigh and lay back on the couch. My head is throbbing with thousands of ideas, yet nothing works seeing as how he is gone.

"I don't know Lou. I really don't. I miss him so much..." I close my eyes and picture his sweet smile. His soft caramel hair, his warm and loving eyes. Everything hurts without him.

Louis and I watch the movie in silence, me mostly trying to cover up the stray tears that insist on falling. When did I feel this way? What do I even feel? Ugh it's all so confusing! If Liam was here, he would help me and give me advice on how to figure it all out. But I pushed him away.

"Dinner is ready!" Harry yells from the kitchen. I smile at the fact that my appetite is still just as big even with all these problems.

Louis and I head for the dinning table where Harry laid out the food. Fried chicken, a bowl of mashed potatoes, biscuits, green beans, and cream corn casserole. I really don't know how Harry does it. I smile genuinely for the first time in a while and take a seat while Zayn walks in, obviously just woken up.

"Thanks Haz" I smile at him and dig in.

Once we are all finished, the boys decide to watch a movie. I fake a yawn to get out if it and head to my room to think. The same question as earlier runs across my mind.

What do I feel?

I feel like having Liam by my side. I feel like pressing my lips to his soft warm ones again. I feel butterflies in my stomach even thinking about that kiss.

Do I like Liam? Or am I just attracted to him?

I know I love him, but like a brother. He is my best friend by far, or at least was. I wish I had told him why I was acting weird. I can't fight this feeling anymore. I just need to talk to him and maybe, just maybe he will listen. I just need to get these feelings out before I end up exploding. Maybe Zayn will listen. Louis usually takes everything as a joke and Harry will just give me a stupid answer. I think they do this to me because I'm Irish or something.

I sigh and rest my head on the soft pillows, not bothering to slip under the covers. My eyes flutter closed as all noise around me fades out.

I shoot out of bed, woken up by muffled voices. I slide off of my bed and cautiously near the door. They are much clearer now and by the sound of it, they're pissed. I wipe away the sleep from my eyes and yawn. My door creaks quietly as I step into the dark hallway. A soft glow is coming from downstairs, more talking as well, so I sneak down the steps. Once I'm at the bottom, my jaw drops. It takes me a minute before I can actually think again when I register his face.

"Liam?"