A/N So here’s chapter 14 guys. Thanks so much for reading! The dedication is to NarryStoran4ever because her comment made me smile and her stories are wonderful…like really. Go read them. Feel free to comment, vote, fan, whatever your little hearts desire. Enjoy! (: xx
Niall’s POV
Liam showed up at my house at 8:27 grinning like a madman. For a moment I was tempted to shut the door in his face because he honestly looked like some sort of crazy serial killer, but that moment passed and luckily for him, I let him into my house.
“Hey, Li,” I asked, “what’s with the creepy grin?”
“Guess what?” he asked in a singsong voice, creepy expression still in place. I shivered.
“Ok Liam. You need to stop that right now. You’re freakin’ me out, mate!” I half-yelled as he walked towards me. His head tilted and the expression left his face.
“Uh, sorry you don’t like my face?” he asked, pouting his lip at me. I laughed.
“Sorry, Li. What?” His expression immediately lightened.
“Oh yeah!” He yelled. I jumped. Why must he be so loud? Wait…Liam is now the loud one…We’ve switched lives!!
“Don’t worry Liam! I’ll find a way to unswitch us!” I yelled dramatically. He started laughing.
“What the hell are you on about Niall?” he choked out through his laughter. I frowned at him.
“Shut it. Do you have something to tell me or not?” he calmed himself down a minute later, enough to pull out his phone and text someone, smiling sappily. I raised my eyebrows, suddenly interested. Maybe he and Zayn got together??
I refrained from squealing and jumping around like I wanted to. Instead I sat next to Liam and asked him again what he wanted to tell me. He didn’t answer. I frowned. Oh no he didn’t! I mentally z-snapped. I’d do it for real, but Liam would never let me hear the end of it.
“Liam!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He looked up at me, clearly still thinking about the person he was texting.
“Hmm?” he hummed, still in dreamland. He’s totally thinking about Zayn!
“What happened with you and Zayn??” I all but shouted into his face. He snapped out of his trance and blushed.
“What—Who said anything about Z-zayn?” I grinned triumphantly. This was definitely about Zayn.
“So…you guys fuck or what?” I asked bluntly, smirking at him. His blush deepened and he gasped, making incoherent noises as he tried to remember how to speak.
“So you didn’t.” I state.
“Um, no,” he said, looking around as if someone would overhear us before pulling me up the stairs to my room.
“Easy there, Payne. You haven’t even gotten me drunk yet,” I joked.
He glares at me, seats himself on my bed and proceeds to gush for the next 30 minutes. I hear all about how hot Zayn is, how he thought Liam just wanted him for sex but Liam told him otherwise, how he’d like to be an English teacher one day, how he told him that we’re not together, how Zayn gave him his number, how blah blah blah blah. I may or may not have zoned out for a bit. Why? Because I was thinking about me and Harry…
When Liam finally finished telling me every word Zayn said and every move he made, I told him about what happened at school and at Harry’s. He laughed when I told him Harry was gonna find him and kick his ass. He thinks this is some big joke. He didn’t see how friggin scary angry Harry is.
