A/N Thanks so much for reading this guys! I apologize because this chapter kinda sucks and it’s filler-ish, but hope you like it anyway! Here’s chapter 11 (: xx
After Harry had walked me to class I hadn’t seen him the rest of the day. I was half hoping to see him at the end of the day, maybe for a repeat of him waiting at my locker, but that didn’t happen. I did see Liam though. He practically tackled me into the wall he came at me so fast.
“Niall!” he yelled in my face.
“Liam!” I yelled right back. He grabbed me by the shoulders, holding me very still while he spoke quietly into my face.
“Niall, I’m going to Zayn’s house. If I text you anything with the word leprechaun in it, I need you to call my phone as soon as humanly possible. Do you understand?” he asked me urgently. Honestly, he’s acting like it’s a life or death situation, here.
“Uh…sure?” I asked. “What’s going on Li?”
“And if I don’t answer, then you come to Zayn’s house and get me. I’ll text you his address when I get there. Got it?” He slightly shook my shoulders this time and I nodded.
“Right. Come get you. What the hell is going on Liam?” I asked him. He was starting to scare me a little bit. He was also hurting my shoulders as he still had me in a death grip, so I squirmed a bit. He didn’t let go of me though. Instead he looked at me as if I were the one acting irrationally.
“Don’t you understand? He’s been making…advances…towards me all day! What if he wants to have sex and I don’t want to? What if he drugs me? What if—”
“LIAM!” I cut him off. He looked shocked, and he didn’t say anything, so I just continued.
“Liam, everything is going to be fine. It’s just Zayn. He’s not a rapist. He will not drug you. He just thinks you’re hot, and he’s not wrong. You like him back, so what’s it matter if he’s attracted to you? It’s just a step in the right direction Li. This is your chance to get him to fall for you. Why do you think I lied about your English grade?” I explained to him using the same voice one might use to speak to a very small child. Liam just looked at me for a moment before nodding.
“Right…right…it’s just Zayn,” he repeated calmly before his eyes became huge and he panicked once again.
“Shit! Niall! I’m gonna be alone with Zayn! What do I do? What do I say?!” He finally let go of me as he pulled his hair, and I made use of my now free hands to lightly slap him in the face. He stopped talking and his mouth dropped open before he glared at me.
“What the hell was that for?” he demanded.
“You were being stupid,” I replied simply. He considered it before blushing.
“Right, sorry.” I smiled at him, letting him know I still loved him, and then looked around, noticing the empty hallways.
“Uh, Li? Shouldn’t you be going to find Zayn?” I asked him.
“Shit!” He turned on his heel and ran off towards the doors. Not even a thank you for helping him avoid a panic attack. I shook my head. Some best friend he is. See if I ever help him again.
I turned back to my locker, rubbing my sore shoulders and started packing up my books. I lost my balance and slammed my shoulder against the locker door, groaning in pain. Liam has a damn strong grip! I peeked under my shirt sleeves to see that the tops of both my arms were red. I sighed.
“Did he hurt you?” A low voice asked angrily. I jumped. Apparently I was not alone. I turned around to find Harry standing behind me, eyes dark, looking like he was going to kill someone.
