Niam One-Shots

So Much It's Hurting

This isn't my one-shot but it's a really cute one I found on tumblr :)

Warnings: smut/language/bottom!liam

Summary:
He shoves hard enough that Liam actually falls (and they call him the weak one, Niall thinks with no small amount of pride) and climbs on top, pinning Liam down by the wrists.

"No," Liam says, low and dangerous, flipping them back over. They go at each other then, kicking and shoving, the bed shaking with them. It's easy and fun, not like when Niall does this with Louis; he always needs to be the center of everything, always needs to win. Not Liam; Liam just gives as much as he gets and no more, laughs even while he's pushing Niall's back down against the bed, hard.

Niall struggles but he can't actually get up, and he flops back onto the bed, defeated. He huffs out a laugh. It comes out sort of strangled.

or, Liam and Niall and tickling.

Link:: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1106590?view_adult=true

Enjoy!!

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Work Text:

Niall's sitting at the edge of his bed, post-show. He's got his phone in his hand, fingers tapping at the side of his leg as he scrolls through Twitter. He follows a few people, hits favorite on the less weird of some tweets (he's still not sure why people think tweeting at him how much they want to suck his dick is an all right thing to do; they keep doing it like one day he's gonna tweet back with a sure mate come on over ! in rm 302 !), but he can't shake the manic energy at the edge of his skin.

He flops backwards, throws his phone to the side. He tosses it hard enough that it falls on the floor. He hears a thump that might mean the screen is cracked. He can't make himself care. (He gets a little bit dramatic near the end of tours. He's accepted it.)

There's a knock on the door, but before Niall says anything Liam walks in. His smile is wide. "The others are having a drink in Lou's room, want to join them?"

Niall sits up and shakes his head, cracking his neck a few times. "Nah, mate. Think I might go for a run, actually."

Liam laughs, kicks the door shut and sits at the edge of his bed. "You've got a room all to yourself for the first time in forever and you're gonna go out?"

Niall shrugs, standing up to pull on a pair of trackies and a jacket, shoves a beanie on top of his hair. "Too much energy," he says, "gotta get it out somehow." He pauses, considers Liam a second. "You're welcome to join, if you'd like. Unless you'd want to have a drink with the guys."

Liam smiles, shrugs. "Nah, I'll go with you."

There's a weird, warm feeling in Niall's stomach at that, but he ignores it, jumping up and jerking his head toward the door. "Let's go, then."

Niall doesn't feel much better when he gets back, still buzzing with the restless energy, unable to shake it.

Liam looks at him when they're in the elevator, a slight frown on his face. He nudges Niall with his elbow. "You okay?"

Niall nods his head, quick. "Still-still hyped up, you know? Maybe I should go to the gym," he says, looking down at himself. That seems like a lot of effort, though, and the fans always manage to find him when he's there. He doesn't want to deal with them right now (Harry would admonish him for not appreciating all that they do for us, Niall, but Harry's not here).