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"NIALL STOP!"
He was holding me down on the couch with a long, thick glob of saliva dripping out of his mouth. And to think this was all because I bumped his arm while playing FIFA. What can I say? I HAD to win.
I hear the front door open, and three other boys walk in.
"Sorry to interrupt the makeout session, but Niall, we have the photoshoot today in, like, 10 minutes." Louis walks over, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him off of me.
"Thank you, Lou. You're a lifesaver." I wink and bump his arm as I walk to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. I feel a hand on my back, Harry sneaks up behind me.
"So, has he asked you out yet? He's been slacking on that lately."
I roll my eyes, and ignore it, walking away as I hear laughter from behind me. I know the boys want us to happen, but I just don't think that's the relationship we have. Granted, we haven't ever really thought about each other like that before. NO, get that out of your head.
"I'll see you guys later?" I walk towards the door as the boys start to leave.
"Niall said he'll come by later fo -" Liam is cut off my the punch to the shoulder by the only one who got offended by the comment. The door shuts, and I'm left to my own thoughts, and it seems all of them are about me and Niall being together. I can't shake them. Why?
2:27am
My eyes crack open as I feel a light pressure against my lips. The pressure is sweet, strong, and warm. I feel protected by the touch. I feel safe. And then my eyes close, like nothing ever happened.
The next day
"WAKE UP!" Louis is shaking me violently, messing around and knotting my hair. I walk with him downstairs giving him the cold shoulder. I really don't appreciate being woken up, especially by the boy who made fun of me and Niall yesterday. That dream just won't shake off me though. I can't stop thinking about it and trying to analyze it.
I was looking so far into it, that I didn't pay attention to the yelling going on in the next room. I sneak around the corner, so whoever it was didn't hear or see me.
"I didn't know it would lead to this!"
"Well, breaking into someone's house isn't the right idea, Niall..."
Wait..Niall?
I walk around the corner to see Liam with his hand firmly on Niall's shoulder, his eyes dark and angry.
"What's going on?" I walk over to them, resting my hand on Liam's arm, which causes him to loosen it, pull his hand into a fist, and drop it to his side.
"Niall had a wonderful idea last night...want to enlighten her?" He glances around, eyes glazed over, and lip between his teeth. I could tell he was nervous about something, but I didn't know what.
"Oh for God's sakes. HE LOVES YOU."
Nothing happened for about 10 minutes. I felt myself blackout and didn't check back in until later that day. What was I supposed to say to him? Am I supposed to say anything to him?
I was sitting on the couch, gazing into space when I hear a knock on the door and the door knob turn. Niall walks in with a sweatshirt and sweats on, obviously been spending his day the same as me.
He sits a little bit away from me, obviously not knowing how to approach the terrible situation.
"I don't want to lose our friendship." I speak clearly and slowly, making sure I don't choke and die.
"I know."
"I also want you to be happy."
"I know."
"I also want to be happy."
"I kn-" I stop him immediately.
"No, you don't know. You don't know anything because you didn't do this before. Why did it take you so long to make me happy? Why did you refuse to say anything to me about how you felt? Tell me now or I swear I wo-"
His lips press against mine. I feel a familiar pressure and safety between the two of us. Everything starts to make sense. Everything that fogged my mind and caused me so much unhappiness is clear to me now.
I'm in love with my best friend.
