Little Things Become Big Things (One Direction Fanfiction) [l.s &n.h]

Chapter 2- Stacks On!

Chapter 2

A/N: This isn't based on any actual performance, it is the inner workings and creations of my mind. Also I should have mentioned in the first chapter this is set as though they never went on Hiatus and were touring their 'Made in the A.M.' album.

Also I haven't checked my facts so if I say something and it isn't right or whatever, know that you have been warned.

The next morning Niall was awake way too early for his liking, okay, it was almost nine-thirty, but since he didn't get to sleep until well past three last night he felt like he deserved a sleep in. As far as he knew everyone else hadn't had any issues sleeping, because he knew that Liam would've come to talk to Niall if he couldn't sleep; Louis had seemed pretty out of it from exhaustion last night so he would've crashed; and Harry would've been asleep like a rock, because he always was. Niall on the other hand often had issues getting to sleep, this caused him to be irritable and tired some days. His mind was always wondering about this or that. New lyrics, hidden meanings in conversations, what the rest of his family was doing, or whether it was a good season for his favourite football team (so tempted to write soccer as I know it).

Last night, the cause of his lack of sleep, was the conversation that he'd had with Liam in between songs, whilst Harry was entertaining the crowd. He had it on a constant loop as an inner monologue since then trying to decipher what he really meant.

"I was walking back across the stage and there's this girl holding a sign saying 'I ship it: Niam Horayne'," Liam said coming to sit down next to Niall, before taking a large sip of water.

Niall sighed, "What colour was it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I tell you there are people who think of us as a couple, and you ask me what colour the sign is."

"At least it's not as bad as the rumours that Harry and Louis are together, it's probably just a bromance thing," Niall reassured, "you know, how our relationship is purely platonic."

"Yeah, yeah," Liam said, "Of course."

Did Niall detect some disappointment... he wasn't sure, and that's what his sleeplessness was caused by. He wasn't sure. Was he reading too far into something simple? Or was it exactly as he heard it- Liam was disappointed because Niall said that their relationship was purely platonic?

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts and his face from his pillow.

"Who is it?" he asked with his accent being incredibly thick; laced thoroughly with sleep.

"It's Liam," he sounded way too awake in Niall's opinion.

Niall grunted, dragging himself from his sanctuary of warmth, 'nobody can drag me down' my ass, he thought, thinking that these sheets and covers would if he let them. He trudged to the door and opened it letting Liam in.

"Good morning," Liam greeted wearing a large grey shirt and comfy- looking pants.

"Morning," Niall said in response.

"I see someone's only just woken up," Liam observed.

"Yes," Niall replied, walking over to his open suitcase picking up a black shirt with some kind of print on the front; throwing it on over his head he turned back to Liam who was holding two coffee cups. He held one cup, hand out-stretched toward Niall.

"Thanks, Li," Niall said taking his cup of coffee, thinking it odd; Liam didn't normally get coffee.

"I would've gotten some for Harry and Louis, but I think they're both still logs."