Niam Horayne - Love in a Boy Band

Chapter 8 - Louis joins the breakfast club

Chapter 8

Niall’s pov

I was all ready to go to sleep, sitting on my side of the bed in a pair of black boxers. I was quite nervous; after all, I had just acknowledged my attraction to the man I would be sleeping next to for tonight and the foreseeable future. Liam had gone in to take a shower and he was taking forever to finish up.

“Liam, I’m tired I wanna go to sleep,” I yelled from the bed, “Hurry up in there!”

“Just a second, I’m coming. God!” He answered, so I scooted down in the bed and crossed my arms, an annoyed expression on my face. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have rushed him so much, because when Liam opened the door of that bathroom, he looked like a really freaking hot version of Poseidon.

His tanned chest was dripping with water, the droplets mesmerizing me as gravity forced them to follow the curves of his pecs and abs before disappearing into the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair was also still wet; obviously, the most attention it had received was a quick towel dry, so it stuck up erratically in the most endearing way. The hair, combined with the Adonis-like physique, could only add up to one adorably sexy man, Liam Payne.

My current thoughts right now: Fuck…

I could feel my face getting redder and redder (Damn my pale Irish skin!) and the rate of my heartbeat tripled, due to fear of getting caught in the act of my ogling …and maybe due to, y’know… my gay-not-just-in-general-but-specifically-for-this-man penis. Liam, being the oblivious little puppy that he is, didn’t seem to notice my blush; in fact, he hadn’t even made eye-contact with me since the bathroom. I wonder what’s wrong?

Liam put on some boxers and slid into bed next to me. Huh, he’s keeping a really awkward distance between us, weird.

“Hey Li, aren’t you fallin’ off the bed there?” I asked, concerned, “’Cause there’s, like, half a meter of room between us that you’re not using…”

In response, Liam let out a long, obviously fake snore. Seriously what was up with that boy? Oh god, what if Zayn told Liam that I like him and now Liam’s being all awkward! …But Zayn would never do that. What if Liam figured it out on his own? I mean, I’m not the best liar in the world. Oy, I never wanted to ruin our friendship.

Liam’s pov

I woke up before Niall, presumably because of the ray of sunlight that had escaped through the curtains and landed precisely on my face. I tried to turn to look over at Niall to check that he was not also being attacked by evil sunshine, but a warm, pale, lanky body pressed against me prevented me from doing so. I looked down. Fuck! I was spooning Niall! This situation was exactly what I had been trying to avoid by laying down so far away from him. I was trying to figure out how to get myself out of this mess, when the Leprechaun in question stirred from his slumber. Niall was the cutest person in world, especially when he woke up. As usual, this morning he was positively adorable. Niall made a few squeaky noises as he turned around to face me. We had been cuddling pretty closely, so as he turned his arms became smushed against his chest and face and he ended up looking like a baby monkey that wasn’t really sure what to do with its limbs. He squinted a bit as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight and he greeted me in his hoarse, Irish morning voice.

“Mm hungry, Li. Will you make me breakfast?” Of course, being in like with him had some downsides, one of which was that I could not say no to those big blue pleading eyes.

Thanks to my lack of self-control, we were making pancakes. Well, I was making pancakes, Niall was eating all the blueberries that I was trying to use in the batter.

“Niall. If you want actual cooked pancakes with maple syrup, you’re going to have to control yourself a bit, babe,” I admonished Niall, slapping his hand away from the batter, “Don’t eat that. It doesn’t even taste good yet and you could get salmonella poisoning!”

 Shit, did I just call Niall ‘babe?’ Ha, me talking about self-control, what a joke. I still hadn’t been able to bring myself to move out of our bedroom. Oops, spaced out for a second. Back to the real world, Liam, back to the real world.

I tuned in to what Niall was saying just in time to catch him dipping his finger in the batter again. I would just like to briefly clarify that I, Liam Payne, was definitely not at all turned on by the way his lips closed around his pale skinny finger. Nope, not at all. In fact, I lifted the still spinning mixer up on purpose, definitely not because I was distracted. The pale droplets of pancake batter splattered the both of us, causing Niall to laugh his deep, throaty laugh. Niall ran around the counter and grabbed an egg, smashing it on my head. That boy never missed an opportunity for a food fight. I fought back, throwing a handful of flour in his face. I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but suddenly Niall had slipped onto his back, taking me with him. I caught myself, my biceps bulging on either side of Niall’s head as they dealt with holding up my body weight all of a sudden. Niall and I were uncomfortably close; I could feel the warmth of his uneven breath on my face. My own breath caught, and as his eyes flickered closed I felt sure that we were about to kiss…

“Do I smell PANCAKES?” Louis sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen, just in time to see me roll off a blushing Niall. I stood up, but Niall rejected my arm that was reaching out to help him up. We didn’t make eye contact for the rest of breakfast.