Ricochet {Liam P.}

Chapter 2

Niall

I hate to admit it, but Liam was right. I could see it in his dark brown eyes that night, how sad they were, and how right the were in the words he was thinking.

Nothing will be okay.

We were all wishing for it to be well. Even Zayn, the dead out grumpy one that continued his ugly attitude for a few after that day. But the softness returned to his chocolate eyes when he too realized, this was our last hit at fame, and this will be it for all of us. These were the weeks we would look at each other with the same look of 'this is it' ; and that was because it was.

That was it.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

It is weird, not having to go to interviews nearly everyday now, or having my phone called every hour or so from a crazed fan who just wanted to hear my voice.

But personally, I can't say I miss it.

It was sure nice while it lasted, and yes, we did all think it would've lasted for a little while longer than it did..

but inside all of us, there was an annoying little voice that would spark suddenly each time we'd see a fan, or walk out on stage with the hugest smiles on all our faces. And that little voice, although we refused to admit it, spoke the utter truth that we knew was coming.

'This won't last long, Niall. You just wait.'

but what we all did not know, was that that voice would be completely right all that soon.

Harry

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Shut. up." I mumbled, my voice noticably groggy as I patted around my nightstand for that damned alarm clock. I finally hit the button with a loud click and I sighed. I turned my head to the right, glancing at the boy sleeping next to me that I'm able to call mine. His eyelids were closed, his hair a complete mess. Soft snores escaped occasionally from his mouth, his lips thinly lined with pink. I smiled as I studied his fine features, he was just so beautiful.

How did I get so lucky?

"Louuu." I cooed, tracing his jawline, his scruff making my finger itch. His nose twitched, and he inhaled a waking breath soon before his blue eyes fluttered open.

"Time to wake up."

He turned his face into the pillow and groaned. I chuckled at his negativeness. He turned to face me, his ocean orbs meeting mine.

"No." He grumpily replied, tightening his grip on the fluffy pillow, his eyebrow tucking into a playful scowl. My lips turned up in a smirk, fingers secretly gripping the below his face.

"Oh really." I answered, my smile growing wider as he closed his eyes again, his face turning into the pillow as he breathed loud yet again.

"Yes."

As soon as the words escaped his mouth, I pulled open the sheets, revealing a nearly naked Louis in a complete chilling panic. I laughed loudly as I jumped quickly out of bed and ran to the kitchen, an angry groggy Lou on my tail. Still cackling, Lou stormed in with his blue boxers as a noticeable shiver ran down his back. I stopped, my smirk still there.

"You little bastard.." He spat, a smirk appearing on his face as well.

"Go put some clothes on, no one wants to see a naked ass Harry."

I laughed, quickly walking back to the room to put a shirt and some boxers.

"Not anymore at least." I called back.