Words To Say

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Love, Em

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  I avoid going to Louis and my flat again.  Liam gives me an understanding smile when he sees me back at his door.  Zayn is visiting his family in Yorkshire so the flat will just be Liam and I.  We do have quite a history between us as you used to be roommates back in college.  And Liam used to have a crush on me and we sort of dated for a short while.  It wasn’t like a proper date, just random dinners and cuddles.  He soon found Zayn and then ‘Ziam’ were born (Liam has a thing for coming up with cheesy nicknames, go figure).

  “As long as you don’t ruin all my clothes, I’m fine with loaning you mine,” he comments cheekily.

  “Nah, don’t worry about that.  I was thinking about going shopping actually.  You and Zayn should come with me or something.”

  “Zaynie isn’t back ‘til Sunday so maybe just you and me?”

  “Sounds brilliant.  I don’t have work tomorrow and I’m assuming that you don’t teach tomorrow?” Liam teaches history and music at the local comprehensive school.  He is quite the favourite teacher amongst the students as he is young and ‘fit’.  He always amuses Zayn and I with the stories of the creative ways the girls come up with to flirt with him or to slip him their numbers.  Not it’s not just the girls; guys are on it too.  Zayn shows up at Liam’s school often to take him out on lunch dates and whatnot and they aren’t shy to show affection.  Zayn is also a teacher, but he teaches English in college.

  “It’s some off-day for school, dunno why.  Just glad that I’ll have extra time to mark the papers.  History is so much research!”

  “You’re the idiot who chose to major in that and in music, Mr Double Major,” I tease him.

  “Shush you.” I plop down onto the sofa and stretch out my body. “So what’s for dinner.”

   He rolls his brown eyes. “It’s only four, Ni.  Dinner isn’t until seven.”

  “Fine, then: what’s for snack?”

  “You make your own food, you bottomless pit.”

  “What a generous host we have here,” I grumble as I get off the sofa.  I make sure to kick at Liam’s dangling leg when I walk past him.

  Liam’s kitchen is always wonderfully stocked.  Partly because he loves to cook and partly because he has been brought up by a mum and two sisters, who acted as second and third mums.  There are enough ingredients to make salsa.  Luckily, I find a bag of tortilla crisps hiding in the back of the pantry.  Even if there were tortillas, I would have eaten the salsa with bread or something.

  "Making tortillas without me, I see," Liam says, appearing out of nowhere.

  "Oh, how dare I do that, huh?"

  He snatches a crisp in response.  I slap at his hand. "Niall doesn't share food!"
  "He will if he wants to stay in Liam's flat."
  I pout as I hand him the bowl of salsa and the bag. "You play dirty."
  Liam winks. "Only Zayn knows exactly how dirty I play."
  Wincing, I try not to spit out my food. "Please, no sex talk while I'm eating."
  "Then don't talk dirt."
  "Ha, touche, touche."

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  We went to the local mall. I bought a few new t-shirts from Top Shop and also some dress shirts as I would be going to various business meetings regarding my new album. I think I heard Hugh talking about an invitation to some fancy movie premiere as well.  That meant that I'd have to rent a suit or something, ugh. I just hope that they won't force me into a tuxedo.  Those things are as comfortable as wearing a medieval armour [A.N.: trust me they are].
Liam didn't buy much.  Rather, he seemed to be daydreaming about Zayn.  Those two really were in it deep. Whenever he is talking about or even thinking about Zayn, his brown eyes soften and he seems to have a happy glow about him. Same goes for Eleanor and . . .

  A sigh escapes my lips. Liam’s brown eyes snap to mine, softening in concern. “That did not sounding okay so don’t even try to lie.”

  “I think I’ll just move out,” I declare out of the blue.

  “Why?”

  “Eleanor is there pretty much all the time and I don’t wanna have a repeat of that day.  Plus, I think Eleanor has been wanting to move in with Louis for a while now.  I’ll be doing her a favour.  Besides, living with someone you’re in love with is not so easy on your heart.”

  “Where will you go?”

  “A flat close to the studios. Maybe even a proper house since I should be able to afford one now.”

  “You know that you’ll always be welcome at Zayn and mine, yeah?”

  “Of course.  I need to see my Bambi every day.  We need to write more hit songs anyways.”

  “Aww, love you, bro,” he coos, hugging me.

  “Love you too.”

  “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat.  I hear that a new milkshake shop opened up in the food court.

  “You know me too well,” I nudge him playfully as I wiggle out of his embrace.

  We head to the food court and I get myself a cookies and cream milkshake and a hot dog.  Liam finds us a table and we sit down, Liam only with a milkshake.

  As if on cue, I see Louis and Eleanor walk in, their hands intertwined. My teeth grit. I love Lou and I love El but I still hate that I can’t ever be by side Lou like El.

  “Hey!” Louis says brightly, his face lighting up with a smile. “Haven’t seen you in days, Nialler!  Where’ve you bee?”

  “Erm, needed some alone time,” I lie. “S’ all good now.”

  Liam shoots me a pointed glare and I reply with a shut up now before I kick you where it counts look. His face pales for a second before he nods tightly.

  “Are you coming home today then?”

  “Actually, I’m moving out.  Been thinking about it for a while now and I think it’ll be better if I lived closer to the studios.  And besides, I’ll be working odd hours once the real work starts.”

  Am I imagining or is that a genuinely hurt look crossing Louis’ crystal blue orbs?

  “Oh,” he says.  “When?”

  “Today,” I make up my mind right there. There’s no point in dragging it out, is there?

  God, I hope this will help me actually sort things out.

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