For The Love Of Niall: Niam

Chapter 1: Drawn To You

Author's Note: Thank you guys for getting the prologue 100+ reads. I wasn't expecting that so soon. Also, a thank you for the comments, feedback, and votes. If it feels like it's starting off a bit slow, or uneventful, well...that's intentional; but I do plan on having a lot in store for this story. Here's chapter one and I hope you all enjoy :) x

The crack of dawn was peaking around the corner and Liam was already awake. Partially because he's usually the first one up and has to pry the rest of the boys away from their beds; it's a difficult task, especially since they can be very hot-headed and stubborn. The other reason being the fact that he and Niall had shared a bed and he found it difficult to sleep peacefully when so many thoughts were running through his mind. Now, he wasn't blaming Niall for his loss of sleep, but that almost-kiss was a big contribution to it. The room was dark, curtains were closed, and the flat was quiet. The moon's light illuminated through the window, just a small amount though. Liam paced the room back and forth, thinking to himself - pondering what he should do from there. He wondered what would have happened if they, in fact, did kiss. Of course, he only thought of the positive outcomes because Niall looked just as eager.

That's what confused him, however. If Niall had the urge to do so, wouldn't he have made another attempt last night, when they were alone in bed? Maybe he speculated that Liam had something else in mind, like a kiss on the cheek or brushing something off his face. Liam thought that he should've been a bit more subtle and straightforward; but, again, he didn't want to place any burden on his mate's shoulders. It was beyond confusing, to say the least. He needed a way to be able to express himself without coming on too strong, or without the possibility of risking the end of a beautiful friendship. All of those withheld emotions were bubbling up and were soon to rise to the surface and things would certainly hit the fan. Is it so wrong though? Is it so wrong to love and care about someone this much, despite all odds? Liam didn't think so and he would hope that no one else looked at him any differently.

Liam stopped pacing, after starting to feel somewhat light-headed. He let out a small sigh, then looked in the direction of the bed. Niall was asleep on his right side, peacefully wrapped in the bundle of comforters, and snoring lightly. Liam took in his appearance, just like he did any other day. Though his outer appearance may have changed a few times, he was still the same Niall he grew close, and accustomed, to. Liam headed towards the door, then opened it as quietly as possible. He stumbled out into the dark hall, passing by the guest bedroom in which Louis, Harry, and Zayn were all compacted on the queen-sized bed. Upon reaching the bathroom, he closed the door, then allowed the light to engulf him and fully awaken him. He stood in the mirror, looking in the eye of defeat and confusion. Well, not entirely defeated, seeing as he was always reluctant to just give up on Niall.

If he could deal with these feelings for nearly two years now, he could certainly go on longer. The issue was, would his mind agree with his heart? Sometimes, he finds the two in a collision. Heart-wise, he knew he belonged to Niall, even if the lad didn't know it. He knew he would forever be by his side and abide by this life they were placed in together. It was as though he was sired, though in a connotation sense rather than that in which you would find in a dictionary's denotation. Liam turned on both the hot and cold water knobs, then gently splashed some on his face, rubbing his eyes free of the sleep - rubbing his mind free of the confusion. Could he just go one day where he sees Niall as the boy he met back on X Factor, the Niall in which he only saw as an actual friend? He forgot what that felt like, to just be friends with him. This new-found love was consuming him, completely.

"Liam?" There was a knock at the door and the familiar, Irish accent caused him to jump, slightly.

"Just a second." He grabbed a towel nearby, then patted his face dry. Upon opening the door, Niall stood there, glowing with innocence and a small hint of purity. His pajama pants hugged loosely at his hips and around his legs. He yawned, then leaned against the wall. "Did you need something?" Liam asked, curiously, since Niall had remained quiet since knocking on the door.