(Larry Stylinson)
"Wait, so if you were there when Victor killed himself... is that... when you came home you had something in your hair... was it.." Niall shook his head, and then his eyes widened. "You said 'blood. When you came home, Victor's blood was in your hair? You were that close to him? God! The bullet could have passed through Victor and then hit you like you see in movies! How on earth did you-" =
"Niall!" Liam and I gasped at the same time, and Liam continued. "No more grapes for you! Your imagination always sky rockets when you eat grapes."
"I only get my imagination from you my dear author Li Li," Niall flung his arms around Liam's neck and planted a large, sloppy kiss onto Liam's mouth.
Chris, who had been silently observing us, laughed aloud, "Niall... even without your ears and tail I'd still be convinced you were part dog. That kiss you just gave Liam contained a bit more tongue than average people kisses do."
