Only the Night? (Niam)

Chapter 8

I had a dream.

I met Liam and he was the sweetest and cutest thing ever and he laid his head on my chest and I played with his hair and it was so soft and amazing and we messed around on twitter and now I feel like I know him personally and it sucks because I don't.. :/ I don't get Liam Feels anymore I get Liam Wants... It's like feels but worse, it's like wanting to just be with him. Just be together, not necessarily to fuck but just to be together... It hurts so bad..

And the next night I had a wet dream and Niall was there, so, ;)

Longing is officially the worst feeling I've ever felt, no amount of pain surmounts to this, this is awful... It hurts worse than any cut or blow could deal.

I'm also aware that y'all might be confused, I'm aware that between chapter six and seven I did NOT make it clear that that intermission was ONE NIGHT. I can't apologize enough for that. :(

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"The revolutionary war," Liam hissed under his breath, his eyes never leaving the notebook in front of him. I glared at him from the corner of my eye. Like he knew.

"U-um," I had no idea whatsoever- so with a defeated sigh aimed at Liam, I opened my mouth and gave it my best shot. "The revolutionary war..?"

"That sounded more like a question than an answer, Mr. Horan. But, yes, the revolutionary war." Mr. Cliff turned back towards the board and began to write notes about the corresponding date and war.

"You're welcome," Liam chuckled under his breath, his hand flying across the page as he effortlessly copied the notes in beautiful cursive.

"Shut up," I growled, straining to read the board at the front of the room. Liam just smirked. Suddenly Mr.Cliff erased the board to write fresh notes, and I groaned.

"Here," he murmured next to me, leaning over and plucking my notebook from my desk. "Allow me." His eyes darted between his own notebook and mine as he copied his notes onto the page- in that same, perfect cursive. His hand paused as his amber eyes flitted to mine.

"You can read cursive, can't you?"

I stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. What, did he think I was an imbecile? This is racism! Just because I'm human doesn't mean I'm retarded!

"That hurt," I finally managed, snatching my notebook from his pale hands and scowling. I wasn't a child. He seemed a little surprised but just shrugged it of with a smirk and a twirl of the pencil between his fingers.

"Mr. Horan, there will be no talking," Mr. Cliff snapped from the front of the room.

"But he was talking t-"

"This is not kindergarten."

He glared at me, but gave a sympathetic look in Liam's direction. Jesus, that boy could work the crowds. His first day, not to mention first class, at the Wolverhampton community college and he was already the heartthrob of the school. Many people recognized who he was- after all, he had only gone missing senior year in high school- and if he wasn't very noticeable as a human, he was attracting eyes now. All of the eyes. Even the guys- but I was sure that was because their girlfriends were practically drooling over him.

Heck, I was drooling over him.

I just wish I knew what we were- a couple, friends with benefits, or just mates... I knew what I wanted to be, but I knew I had only just thrusted him back into the human world when I forced him to come back to school. When we discussed my departure from the mansion (which was a tricky topic) I reminded him I had school the next day. This seemed to evoke an interesting reaction from him- he immediately consented to my leaving. Not to mention my friends would get a little suspicious, since they knew Liam was there too. But before I left to go home, I managed to goad him into coming back to school with me. Now that more people than just me knew he existed, it was awfully suspicious of him to stay cooped up in that house all the time. He had to act natural, like any other human being.

But the weird part about it was when I told Harry that I found Liam there, living by himself, the other end of the line got really quiet. I mused to myself that that must have something to do with Liam's cryptic "I've been missing long enough".

"Mr. Horan!"

I snapped my head up from the doodle of Liam's tongue I had been drawing.

"Can you not pay attention for more than five minutes at a time?" Mr. Cliff shrieked, slamming his palms onto his desk. I jumped at the sound.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," I ducked my head, my cheeks burning. I tried to pay attention for the rest of class, but ended up counting down the seconds until the period ended.

The teachers knew better then to mention the fact Liam was returning from being M.I.A for a year, so when they introduced him it was like that of a new student- but as for everyone else in the class, a few 'welcome back's were muttered as a greeting. Again, like in History class, all eyes were on him. A group of girls in the back were giggling and glancing in his direction- the guys giving him wary glares, sizing him up.

And so English and Chemistry passed, along with Calculus. Then it was lunch. The only class I wasn't failing.

Also the period where Liam would finally meet the lads.