*Liam’s POV*
As soon as we got inside after the interview, I ran upstairs.
“Li, what’ya doing?” an Irish accent asked outside my door.
“Go away, I’m resting.”
“Ok, dinner is in an hour so be down.” I could hear his retreating footsteps. I sighed. After I knew he was gone, I pi ked up my laptop from the side table, opening it to reveal the picture of me and the boys in Australia. I smiled as the website came up. My addiction. No, not porn you pervs. No, it’s far better— fan-fictions, LiLo fan-fictions to be exact. Yes, I am in love with Louis. But, he would never love me back, or if he was by chance gay, we all know who he would go for…Harry. don’t get me wrong, I love Harry. He is, after all, my band mate and one of my best mates, but sometimes I just want to kill him so I would maybe have a chance with the Doncaster lad.
I finished reading the chapter the closed my laptop, yawning. I cuddled up in my covers; I was just going to rest for a minute.
“Louis, can I as you something?” I asked.
“Sure, sit down.” I took a seat next to him and fiddled with my fingers.
“So, um, I kinda love someone.”
“That’s great.” He said excitedly, patting me on the back. “Who is the lucky chic?”
“Um…it’s not a girl.”
“Oh, who is it?”
“You.” I breathed. Suddenly, my cheek stung. I held it as tears came to my eyes. Louis stood fuming over me, his hand raised slightly red. A tear slipped down my cheek.
“You fucking dick. Oh, wait, I can’t call you because that is offensive considering you love dick. You’re so gross. I can’t believe you love me. Well,” a sinister smile slid itself on his perfect face, “I’ll make sure you will regret ever telling me that.” His hand came down again but I was shaken awake before it touched me.
“Liam!” I opened my eyes to see bright blue ones staring back at me. But, sadly, they weren’t Louis’ but Niall’s. “Li, you okay?” I began sobbing and he sat next to me pulling me into his chest. I gripped his shirt and the tears stream down my face (A/N see what I did). There was a soft knock and I felt Niall move but I gripped his shirt tighter. “It’s Louis.” He whispered. Oh, did I mention, he is gay but he likes Zayn and he knows of my crush.” I released his shirt and he was replaced by the fitter lad. He was shirtless, which didn’t help but I just sob into his bare chest. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. Any other time this would have been slightly awkward but not when I needed a shoulder to cry on. I didn’t usually let me feelings so this was a rare occasion.
“LiLi, what’s wrong?” He whispered into my ear. His warm breath hit my ear and chills ran down my back any time he touches me or I think about him. “You know, you can tell me anything.” This made me cry harder because, no, I couldn’t tell him anything. He would laugh at me like he did in my dream. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. That isn’t creepy right? Oh well, I’m sad.
“I can’t.” I murmured against his neck.
“Yes you can.” He replied, grabbing my face from his neck, making me look into those beautiful blue orbs. His hair was splayed over the pillow, looking incredibly sexy. I shook my head but decided ‘fuck it’.
“I’m gay.” He busted out laughing. I knew it, I pulled away from his grasp running out of my room, running down the steps and out the door.
“Liam. Liam. Li, come back.” Louis called from behind me. I don’t know how far I ran but I stopped at a bench, flopping down on it. “Liam.” Louis huffed, sitting down next to me, panting some.
