Boundless Love {BoyxBoy} Narry/Ziam(Short Story)

Too Close

So I'm not sure how good this chapter is...oh wells! Enjoy anyways :-p

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Louis's POV

We excited the building together and headed for the van. I was drained, after rehearsals all day and the wild concert tonight, plus all the boy drama that's going on within the band, its crazy. I saw Harry and Liam exit Liam's room. Liam's eyes were red-rimmed and his hair look he had ran his fingered through it a lot of times. God how I wish those could be my fingers...

I sighed to myself as we waited through the paparazzi crowds and climbed into the van. I sat next to Liam, who was sitting next to Zayn. I looked in the back where Harry and Niall were cuddling. Aww.

Zayn and Liam were not so subtly stealing glances at each other. Liam was blushing -aww- and Zayn was rubbing his neck. Wow, classic guys. Nobody is nerves here at ALL. I wonder whats going on here. Weird....

Niall and Harry were the only ones to talk as we made our way to the hotel. Its the last night we're staying here until we leave for the US tomorrow. Zayn, Liam, nor I said a word

I looked out the window, thinking intensely.

-I like Liam.

-Liam has no idea about it.

-I'm pretty sure Liam is as straight as a ruler (A/N, Haha, a bendy ruler maybe)

-It could ruin the band.

-Rejection would ruin ME.

-Liam would be sure to laugh in my face, ie: rejection.

I sighed again. This was probably just a weird phase, right? I mean, I know I'm gay, but the whole liking-your-best-friend thing is probably just a phase, right?

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Harry's POV

We were crawling a maximum of five miles per hour in traffic on the way back to the hotel. Not that I minded. Niall was nestled against me, his head resting on my shoulder and his right hand laced together with mine. My other hand was around his waist, holding him to me. Niall was looking up at me, and I was looking down at him. His perfect blue eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Are you excited that we're going to America?" He asked.

"Of course I am! The paparazzi there is even bigger, so maybe they'll catch onto us." I said, gesturing between us.

"Is that a bad thing?" Niall asked suspiciously.

I laughed, "Its a good thing. You and I both know that I want to come out. So I may just, you know, HAPPEN to hold your hand a little, stare at you, blush madly when you catch me, smile a little too much. But it would all be totally unintentional." I smiled at him mischievously.

Niall rolled his eyes, "You idiot."

"Yeah, but I'm yours, so it doesn't matter what I am. Right?" I prompt.

"Your right." Niall answered, chuckling.

I smiled at him. I love his laugh. Who am I kidding, I love pretty much everything about him.

We pulled up to the hotel, unfortunately, and we got out and fought the crowd again. This was one of the worst things about my job, the paparazzi. I don't know what it is about us that's so amazing. I don't think that people understand that we're just PEOPLE. Given the fact that we're cute, (Niall beats us all in any of the "looks" categorize, but as individuals I would say we're all pretty good) we're millionaires, and we're famous, but still.