Teardrops on My Guitar [Ziall] ~On Hold~

Chapter 15

[Liam's POV]

It was half past nine and the party was in full-swing. I'm so grateful for having a boyfriend like Louis to plan something out for me. Even though I didn't quite understand his little Peter Pan role-play in the beginning, and I was nearly scared shitless cause I thought all my friends were high on crack, I thought it was cute after (like way after I showered and got chlorine off me).

I really loved what Louis had done for me, and couldn't ask for anything more in a partner. He's exactly what I need, someone playful, fun-loving, sweet, absolutely adorable, thoughtful, and just cuddly enough. I really think that our relationship is just so beautiful, and I want to shout it from the rooftop and tell everyone that I'm with Louis. I want everyone to feel the joy I share being with Louis.

I finally get why he wants to get Niall and Zayn together so badly; he wants Niall and Zayn to feel the immense happiness that we feel as a couple. The beauty of our relationship is not because we're both perfect, but it's because we have flaws and know how to work around them to achieve the best that we could possibly be.

From the corner of my eye I see Zayn bidding Perrie goodbye at the doorway, and kissing her gently on the cheek. Not too far off, Niall was sitting on a toadstool, brooding over his beer. He had long changed out of his leggings, and was now in regular clothes looking as grumpy as ever.

Picking up my coke, I made my way to where Niall sat, and pulled in another toadstool for myself. "Why so down?"

"Not in the mood for partying. Sorry man, to ruin your birthday with my terrible vibes... At least you'll have Louis who's having the time of his life." Sure enough, Louis was found standing on the kitchen counter, dancing provocatively with one of the Lost Boys' flower wreaths hanging off loosely on his head. His hand was holding a beer and he looked pissed out of his mind, attempting to twerk and all.

"Well that's Louis. What about you Niall? You're usually the spirit of the party, with you Irish genes and all..."

"Yeah," he managed a forced chuckle. "But just not today. Hey, look at Daniel and Josh. They seem to be hitting off...."

I raised my eyebrows as he tried to change the topic. Really. Has he forgotten who I am? Liam Payne, king of staying on task and not straying from what I set out to do (unless Louis is in the way).

"We're talking about how unhappy you are, not how happy other people seem.."

"Well, okay then. I'm extremely unhappy."

"Is it Zayn?"

He stared at me, eyes wide.

"How'd you know?" he said, barely a whisper.

"You're Mr. Obvious," I grinned.

"Ugh," he groaned. "Do you think he knows?"

"I doubt it."

"Okay good. It doesn't matter then."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

"He has Perrie.. I just want him to be happy okay?"

"Niall... Don't say that. You need to be happy too."

"I'll... I'll get over him okay?"

I sighed. This wasn't going anywhere. From the corner of my eye I saw Louis once again, completely pissed-drunk and trying to get Zayn to down a pint. An idea sparked in my mind.

"Here Niall," I grabbed a beer from a table nearby, seeing as his beer was nearly finished. "Drink up."

"Thanks Li."