Liam woke with a smile, having enjoyed his dream. Niall almost certainly liked him, and he was beginning to think that maybe he liked Niall too. His smile on my widened at the thought, sitting up on the couch.
"What's got you smiling?" He heard a distinct Irish voice tease. He turned to see Niall sitting on another chair in the room, watching him intently.
"A good dream," Liam yawned, though he was feeling highly energized. "Were you watching me sleep?"
Niall smirked and Liam instantly knew the answer. "Well it isn't my fault you're cute when you sleep." The Irish boy shrugged as though it was no big deal. Liam raised an eyebrow.
"So you were watching me?" He asked, wanting confirmation.
Niall nodded. "Yep."
Liam shook his head and laughed softly. Niall was so absurd. Niall looked slightly embarrassed, but his confidence soon returned. He walked over and sat down on the couch, closer to Liam than was really necessary. He smiled slightly as he stared at the tv, which was still playing whatever Spanish show had been on when Liam had fallen asleep. And seeing that small smile, Liam was suddenly scared. What did Niall have planned?
For a while it was silent. They sat there, both pretending to listen to the tv and both knowing that neither understood a single word. Liam watched Nialls face, and he saw the smirk as Niall reached over and set his hand on Liams knee. Liam said nothing, turning back to the tv show. A girl on screen was staring straight into some boys eyes and speaking slowly. Liam assumed that she was either professing her love or breaking his heart. His attention was pulled away from the screen by Nialls hand moving up his leg slightly. He sent Niall a pointed glance, but the Irishman simply smiled.
When Liam turned back to the screen, the girl from before was crying On some staircase. The boy was n where to be seen. Liam wondered what had happened, and was just beginning to get into the show when he felt Nialls hand move again. He sent Niall a glare, but was honestly too enraptured in the show to be torn away from it for long. And while Nialls hand was moving steadily up his thigh, he still had plenty of room before it was causing much alarm. He turned instantly back to the show, not wanting to miss anything happening visually since the audio cues were of little help. Most of this was inferences, and if he wanted anything to make sense, he needed to pay attention.
Annoyed by the lack of reaction, Niall slid his hand up further until he was dangerously close to touching Liam in a way that he probably should not be touching his best friend.
Liam shot him an annoyed glance, but turned back to the show. He knew that His lack of response was driving Niall more insane than any words or actions could. That, and he was amused by the show in front of him. He wasn't entirely sure it had a plot, and if it did it was probably way too complicated for some one to understand without the dialogue. It was rather amusing to see the drama unfold without understanding the reasons behind their actions.
Niall, exasperated with Liam at this point, moved his hand the rest of the way up, cupping Liam's crotch in his hand. Liam bit his lip, pretending the actions didn't faze him. But when Niall started moving his hand, Liam got fed up.
"What the hell Niall?" He turned away from the tv to give nial an incredulous look. The Irish boy shyly pulled his hand away, but Liam was in a rage by now. "I keep hearing all these thinhs about you liking me and I start to think I like you too, and then you go and you do something like that and I jist don't know what To think, because how can I think clearly when you're* ****** seducing me?"
Liam let out a deep breath and saw tears in Niall eyes. He pulled Niall into a hug and rubbed his back gently. "I'm sorry Niall." He whispered gently, "I don't know what came over me."
