Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from Niallandliamfangirl

"I love you too, my Shnooky Wookems!"

"I love you more, my honey bunches of oats."

"Not possible, my sugar plum creme pie!"

Liam groaned and rolled his eyes at Niall and Amara. If they were a dessert, they would be a dark chocolate mousse cake, too rich to eat. Or they would be a vanilla sundae topped with caramel sauce, extra sprinkles, and wayyy too much whipped cream, maybe a few chocolate chips here and there. Probably some chocolate strawberries on the side.

Liam couldn't stand the sickly sweet way that Niall and Amara compliment each other. Or the cute little nicknames they gave each other. Or whatever they weren't in public, Niall would kiss her delicately. Over and over again. Why? Any normal person would love to see this adorable couple. At least they don't fight every second of the day. To answer your question, Liam was jealous. Jealous of Niall and the fact that he can't have this perfect relationship. He had a crush on Amara.

A horrible one at that. One that made it impossible for him to not coo when he saw her do something adorable. One that made it impossible for him to not cry when she was sad. One that made his cheeks heat up when she smiled. It made him stutter when he talked to her, made him feel insecure about how he looked a certain day. It even made it hard to fall asleep at night.

Liam was forced to hold his love inside. To not tell Amara how he feels. Because Niall is in love with her. He's admitted so to Liam. One night, Liam had come home to find Niall sobbing his eyes out on the floor. When he asked what happened, Niall told him that he and Amara had gotten into a fight and broken up. Crushes aside, Liam felt horrible for his friend. Liam still remembers what the blonde said in between sobs.

"I just love her s-so much! I can't live without her! She... Oh Liam!" He just sobbed, clinging to Liam's body on the floor.

Liam, of course, had to help his friend. He hated seeing Niall in so much distress. He called Amara and explained the situation, despite hating it. She seemed upset too, agreeing to meet him in the morning to make up. Niall didn't sleep that night. He just sat there quietly, refusing to eat or do anything. Liam remembers it being as scary and upsetting as when Niall had food poisoning.

"Liam? Do you need another water?" Amara asked as she went to get her and Niall a drink.

"Ummm.. Uh n-no," Liam stuttered.

"So, Payno... How ya been? You've been quiet this week," Niall tried to start conversation.

"I've been okay," Liam didn't want to tell him about his suffering.

"Did you see how Amara looks in her dress? She's so beautiful."

"Yeh," Liam said quietly.

"I'm back, little prince!" Amara cooed and Liam pulled himself back into his mind

Niall was right. Amara did look gorgeous in the light blue frilly dress that Niall had bought her. Liam had to pull his eyes away from her so he didn't seem rude. Liam loved how she wasn't too skinny but that didn't mean she was fat. Her laugh was a little loud but that just made her even more perfect.

"Liam are you feeling alright? You haven't talked that much all night!" Amara again broke Liam from his thoughts.

"I'm okay... Just need a bit of fresh air," Liam admitted, standing up.

He stood outside, breathing in the cool, evening air. It was somewhat relaxing to Liam, although he looked like he was about to cry. His cloudy mind must've ignored the heavy door closing because next thing he knew, a delicate hand was placed on his shoulder.