And now, my darlings, here is chapter 1! I'm giving you more of a sneaky peek into this story because I really love the idea! Super excited for this story, just woo hoo! Please vote if you like and comment what you think.
Dedicated to niamlegend 'cause her niam story, Is Your Heart Taken?, is still and always will be one of my favorite fan fiction stories. You still my soulmate, Mama Maggs!
Sammie xx
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Chapter 1 - Hangovers & Attitude
"Liam."
Knock, knock.
"Liam."
Knock, knock, bang.
"Liam, mate, get up!"
Knock, knock, bang, knock, bang-
"For fucks sake, I'm up," I mutter, rolling on to my stomach while pressing my head into a pillow, face first. I still hear the knocking though, like it's my own personal alarm clock. I guess it is in a way and it's been annoying me for a while now. I groan as the knocking grows louder. "Can't you leave me the fuck alone, Horan?"
Well, that got the little idiot to shut up. And as soon as I thought that, I heard my bedroom door open along with a frustrated groan that wasn't from me. It should be, though. Niall is rather annoying me at the moment, like every other moment.
Slowly but surely, I manage to open my eyes that are filled with sleeping crust and just drooping down with tiredness. And there Niall is, standing there with a frown on his face as it always is every damn morning. He hasn't changed much since I've known him. Only aged a bit more and now, apparently to our hair stylist, is "rocking" the new quiff look. I remember trying that. I also remember nobody giving a fuck about it.
"Get up, mate. We have an interview in forty minutes and- Wait. Is that a bottle of tequila?" Niall points to the floor by my bed. I glance down and see what looks like a large liqour bottle with maybe a few mouthfuls left of liquid. Oh shit, yeah, I did get hammered last night, didn't I?
"Nothing that I'm not used to." I hear Niall sigh as I move my face to being buried into my pillow once again. Spells a bit like floral perfume? Sitting up, I wipe away the eye crust and look around my bedroom that has not only my clothes sprawled out all over the floor, but also some club dress and a girl's undergarments that lay beside it.
Before I can even think of remembering what happened last night, a flush echoes from my bedroom's bathroom and I see Niall clench his jaw as he quirks an eyebrow at me, but I just ignore him and blankly stare at the girl who walked out of the bathroom in one of my old dress shirts. I can see why I picked her last night. Who wouldn't with legs like those?
As if suddenly becoming aware that Niall and I are in the room, the girl looks up at the both of us and blushes. How naïve and innocent. "Oh, hello. I'm sorry to have waken you, Liam dear." Liam dear? Honestly, how posh is this girl.. And how old? She barely looks old enough to go out clubbing.
Niall clears his throat and walks up to the girl with a tight smile. "Excuse me, Miss..." Niall began, but trailed off for the girl's name. I roll my eyes and turn around in bed, so my back is to the two imbeciles in my room.
"Jessica." Her voice was too light, too high in pitch. She reminds me of one of those popular girls with the bitchy voice that just nag and nag to their boyfriends. I don't care if she's nice to look at, I'm about two seconds away from yelling at them to fuck off.
"Right. Miss Jessica, can you please leave the room for a minute? I have to speak to Liam about something. It's urgent." I hear her pick up some things, most likely her clothes and then a shut of a door making me sigh in bliss.
"Get up, arsehole." Oh right, he's still here.
"Why are you being so mean to me, Nially bear? You just seemed so polite and posh a second ago to Miss Jessica." I reply back to him, saying it into my pillow.
Next thing I know, my pillow is taken from underneath my head and my covers are gone, as well. For fuck's sake...
"One more time, Liam. Get the fuck up, now," Niall growled into my ear. Pushing up on to my elbows, I glare back at him with our faces a few inches apart. I smirk, trailing my eyes down his face. "What are you starin' at me for? Get up!"
I cluck my tongue, then pouting at the annoying little prick. "What?" I ask, leaning forward so our noses were touching, "No good morning kiss from my 'ittle baby Nially?"
Niall's face turns beet red and I smirk, staring straight into his eyes as neither of us move. If Niall moved away first, it means that I finally win; after what seems like forever, he would finally give up on me. And if I move, it means that he's defeated me, and no matter how small I don't want to give Niall that type of pride.
I do what the fuck I want to do, and nobody is going to fucking stop me. Not even my former best mate.
My lips pushed harshly on to his, my hand gripping the back of his neck to stay in place. He was mumbling against my lips, but I just pushed harder into him. I let go of him, having a satisfied grin come on to my face. Niall rubbed his lips harshly, as if trying to get rid of the taste of my mouth.
"What the fuck was that for, you arse?" He asked, eyes wide and angry as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.
Standing up from my bed, I stretch my arms and flex my muscles to make sure I cracked all my bones. I shove Niall to the side as I made my way to the bathroom, but Niall grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
"Why did you fuckin' kiss me, Liam?" I glared at him, looking from his grip on my wrist back to his eyes. He got the message and let go of me. For a minute, I felt sorry for provoking him like this; for being the way I am now. Then, I remember this is who I really am because of that bitch, and my anger just intensifies.
I lean down, glaring straight into the eyes that have been annoying me for months on end. "If you ever touch me again, I will fucking punch you in your throat so harshly that you'll be coughing up blood and the cum we both know you love to swallow every night. You hear me, faggot?"
There are tears in his eyes, but he nods none the less. I turn back around and head into the bathroom, trying to block out everything that annoys me which, at the moment, is damn Niall Horan.
That douche better never touch me ever again or I swear, I will fucking quit this damned boy band.
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