irreplaceable. ||l.j.p||

chapter two.

its a cute photo, okay?
{i really like stubble btw}

Fay's Pov:

I wake up, and slowly open my eyes the room's dimness making it easy for my eyes to adjust but when I open my eyes I can't believe what I see. Liam is sleeping next to me. Liam. Why in the world is Liam in the same bed as me, this isn't a friendly gesture, is it? No, there has to be an explanation for this, maybe he set me in the bed and sort of fell asleep while standing and just sort of fell in the bed? No, that's crazy! Maybe he likes me, I let myself wander to the possibility, but quickly rule it out, we are best friends nothing more, we will never be more, we can't be more, and he wouldn't want to be more. Right?

Before I can think any longer as to why Liam is asleep in the same bed as me, I feel my hands rise and fall as they rest on his chest. Suddenly I realize just how close Liam is to me. We are both on our sides, his arms looped limply around my waist, my hands resting on his chest, our legs tangled together, and his face is inches away from mine. I continue to chant in my head, "We are friends, this is a friendly gesture and nothing more.", as if repeating the verse over and over will help convince of just that.

Before I realize exactly what I'm doing I let my eyes wander to Liam's face. His brown hair sits flat on his head, it barely draping over the top of his eyelids, his mouth hangs slightly open allowing soft snores to escape, and he has light stubble covering his jawline. I debate getting up, but I don't want to wake him so I decide to let myself drift back into sleep, when I suddenly remember why Liam would never like me. He could never like me because we are best friends, which means he knows everything, and you can't possibly know everything about someone and still love them, at least not when it comes to me.

"Liam?" I hear someone call, his slurred irish accent, filling the flat. "Niall shut up, Fays asleep." his voice fading out at the end of the sentence, becoming a deep yawn. I have never heard Liam's morning voice, probably because I never fell asleep with him. It's deeper than usual, it makes my wish I could wake up next to him every morning. "Fay is here?" he questioned, it gave me slight hope that maybe this wasn't a friendly gesture. "Yeah." he mumbled, I wonder if he was blushing or embarrassed but I still kept my eyes shut. "Oh so your more than friends finally?" he said, and I could almost see him wiggle his eyebrows the thought making it difficult to conceal my smile, Niall was really sweet and one of the funniest people i have met even though I don't talk to him often.

"No, Niall we are just friends I mean we could never be more think about it?" he mumbled in response as if it was so blandly obvious. And Niall may not of thought about it but I did, I thought about while Liam helped Niall find his bed, and while he snuck back under the covers his warmth leaving me only feeling like me needed to get out. I thought about how maybe it is and this is the hopeless crush, I will laugh at later on when we are both married. But the mere thought of me laughing at my crush on Liam because it was silly and him being married to someone who wasn't me, made my stomach churn and I could feel my eyes close tighter as I stopped a tear from slipping of down my face.

I opened my eyes and looked over at Liam my vision fuzzy. I listened to his breathing and after realizing it was steady rose from the bed. My feet met a cold wooden floor and I quietly retreated to the living room. I realized I had been holding my breath and exhaled a light sob that probably sounded more like a whimper. I sounded pathetic.

I suddenly saw the light from the kitchen turn on, and saw Niall with a glass of water standing in front of me. "Ummm hey." he whispered, he sounded more sober than when I last heard him. "Hey." I murmured in response. "Are you crying love?" concern coating his voice. "No." I mumbled. I rarely cried and it felt wrong to be crying over something as stupid as a guy, even if that guy was Liam. "Come here Fay," he says, holding his arms open. I can't help it, I couldn't go to Liam for the first time ever it feels like, and I wanted to be with someone. I felt so hopeless I always thought there was a small chance Liam could like me but now I know there is none, and it stings. "I'm sorry you shouldn't have to put up with m-" I start until he cuts me off. "shh." he whispers, his hand on my back while the other strokes my hair.

"You don't have to apologize." he says. He was so sweet it reminded me of Liam, as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You can take my bed and I'll take the couch." he insists and I simply nod not trusting my voice. Before I let go I feel him kiss my forehead and for the slightest moment I go tense but quickly hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Niall guides me to do the door of his room and I walk in as he grabs a blanket and heads out closing the door behind him. I lay on the bed and quickly fall asleep before I can even pull the blankets around me.

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Sorry short chapter.

-grace. :)