Take Me || Niam

Chapter Sixteen

Niall's P.O.V

"Niall, I'm home!" I hear Liam's voice calling from down stairs. I quickly get up, my bum feeling a whole lot better than this morning. Running down the stairs I see Liam taking his shoes off at the front door. I jump up and into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso, luckily he caught me.

"Hi." I smiled shyly.

"Hey, babe. Miss me?" He chuckled, I buried my head into his neck.

"Yeah. I'm glad your back, it was a long day without you." I pulled away from his neck to look at him and smile.

"Well I'm back now. You feeling better?" He asks rubbing his hand over my bum.

"Yeah, a lot." Nodding I rest my forehead against his. He moved his head up pressing our lips together. The kiss is slow and soft, I run my hands through his soft brown hair. Liam pinches my bum making me whine. He chuckles pulling away.

"You're so beautiful." He smiles. He always says that, and every fucking time it makes me blush.

"Stop saying that." I say hiding my face in his neck, not wanting him to see me blush.

"Why? It's true." He kisses the side of my head softly, beginning to walk towards the bedroom. I don't answer, just cuddle more into him not wanting to let go. He lays me on the bed but I don't let go of him, he's looking down at me and smiling.

"Don't go!" I say in a dramatic voice giggling. He smiles giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"I just have to get dressed in comfortable clothes so we can watch a movie, and I'll order in a pizza." He rubs our noses together, pulling away I let him go. He goes to the closet, I see him pull off the black suit he's wearing, hanging it, and putting it in one of his suit bags. Pulling on some black adidas soccer pants and a black adidas tee shirt. He looks over at me smiling.

Standing in front of me he holds his hand out, there for the taking. I reach my hand out but retract it almost instantly, looking at the palm of his hand. "What is that?" I furrow my brow.

"Oh, shit I totally forgot about it." I laughed, why is he laughing? "Well I ran into someone today, and don't be mad okay?" He asked, why and the hell wouldn't I be mad? He's got someone's fucking number written on his hand.

"Who's phone number is that, Liam?" I demanded pushing his hand away and getting up from the bed on my own.

"It's um, it's Harry's." He said sensing my anger, looking anywhere but me.

"Harry? Harry Styles?" I asked narrowing my eyes. All he did was nod, why would he have Harry's number. "Why would he give you his number?" I asked dumbfounded.

"He said he wanted to talk to you, to apologize." Liam look at me, this time it was my turn to look away. Why would I want to talk to him?

"My boyfriend cheated on me with Harry. What makes you think I would ever want to talk to him?!" I yelled backing away from Liam.

"Ex" Liam spat.

"Excuse me?" I looked him up and down.

"He's not you're boyfriend anymore, Niall." Liam said looking up, anger, saddens, and pain. All readable expressions, flash across his face.

"That had nothing to do with what we're talking about." I rolled my eyes, beyond annoyed.

"Actually Niall it does, we wouldn't be here arguing right now if it weren't for Zayn and Harry. If it weren't for Harry you'd still be with him! Miserable, lonely, unloved, left out, abused!" He yelled taking a step closer to me making me shrink back. He's never yelled at me before, I don't like it. But that doesn't stop me from yelling back.