Rock Me... 'Cause I'm Torn

We'll Always Be Coming After You, Liam (Help for Help?) (Jealous of Pretzels)

Surprise! Guess what? This chapter is going to be in 3rd person! I know, I know it was suppose to be in Zayn's POV. But I wanted you to know everybody's opinion in this chapter. I think that maybe I'm going to swap Niall's and Zayn's POV. But I'm not sure yet :/ 

So without further adoo..... 

I present to you.... CHAPTER THREE!!! *bows*

*Someone throws a tomato*

HEY!

Chapter III

We'll Always Be Coming After You, Liam (Help for Help?) (Jealous of Pretzels)

Help for Help?

"So, what's going on with you and Zayn?" Harry asks Niall. The question took Niall off guard. Why did Harry does Harry need to know? Niall was having an inter battle with himself. Should he tell Harry? What would he think? Would he laugh? Would he hit Niall across the head? He promised Zayn he wouldn't tell anyone what they discussed. But! But! He can tell what's wrong, not what they discussed.

"Umm, it's pretty stupid actually," Niall said, hoping Harry would drop the subject….. no such luck. They were currently sitting on one of the sofas in a store whilst Liam tried on clothes. 

"And?" Harry continued.

"It's a long story," Niall tried again. He just really didn't feel like telling Harry. 

"I got time," Harry said whilst shrugging. Niall began nervously munching on his honey popcorn.

"Well?" Harry asks growing a bit impatient.

"It's just that we're umm.... annoyed?" Niall said and mentally face palmed for such a stupid explanation.

"About?" Harry said whilst digging his hand into Niall's popcorn. Niall was so occupied in his own little world, he didn't even notice. Harry frowned.He just stole food from Niall, and he didn’t notice. What's up with Niall?

"Ziam.... Niam," Niall said waving his hand around. Harry could visibly see Niall relaxing into the conversation. Niall was the guy who didn't like to keep secrets, he was an open book.

"Your bromances with Liam?" Harry questioned, his eyebrow furrowing together in confusion. Niall just nodded.

"Why?"

"It's just.... it's so frustrating, y'know? We're all mates, but it's no secret me and Zayn are more comfortable around Liam. I feel like we're always fighting for Liam's attention. Whenever I want to spent time with Liam, Zayn's always there. I never thought of it as a problem but it's slowly starting to get to me. I mean, we can't just split Liam into two pieces. And Liam, being the nice guy he is, never sees it. He never sees we're fighting for his attention. He never sees we want to spent time with him alone. I know I can't compare to Zayn, I mean he does know Liam a little bit better than me but it's like I said, I never spent time with him alone! And it's frustrating, nerve-racking, it’s- it’s...... annoying." Niall said in one breath.

 Harry just stared at Niall. Niall was all red from his explanation, breathing heavily. Harry couldn't help but think about what he and Louis talked about earlier. I mean, Niall is right, Liam is just so oblivious. If he doesn't notice his two best friends fighting for his attention, how could he notice two boys fighting for his heart?

"Niall-" Harry began but was cut off by curtains opening and Liam stepping out.

"Does this outfit look good on me? I think it looks casual, but what do I know about fashion. Is a bit too much isn't it? Who am I kidding, it looks awful!" Liam rambles. Harry turned his head around and felt his mouth go dry. Liam looked… good. So good. Those black chinos did favors to Liam's bum, so much favors. Harry had to resist himself from pinching Liam's arse. The purple V neck shirt showed off his toned abdomen and gave a perfect view of his collarbone. That collarbone, Harry wanted it to be filled with love bites, Harry's love bites to be specific. Harry just wanted to rip the clothes off and fuck Liam in the dressing room, but then the outfit would be ruined. (A/N: LOL Harry's more worried about the outfit instead of the consequences. Oh, Hazza xD) Yeah, if Liam didn't buy this outfit, he was certainly going to buy it for him.