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

Chapter 3- Movies and Mussels

Chapter 3- Movies and Mussels

After Liam had, had a shower and gotten dressed he headed into Harry's room.

Liam knocked on the door before entering. Harry was asleep; bundled in blankets, half splayed across the bed. Last night must have really taken it out of him, because this was unusual, even for Harry- maybe he really was getting sick.

Liam stepped back outside almost bumping into Louis as they both came around the corner at the same time.

"Watch where you're going," Louis warned with a fake seriousness.

Liam let out a silent chuckle and smile at his comment, "Yeah, um, Hazza doesn't look great, he's asleep right now," Liam said, "Niall and I are going to see about doing something today, you want in?"

"Nah, someone should stay here with Haz so he doesn't feel left out."

"Okay."

"Are you planning on sneaking out, or does someone know you guys are going?"

"I was going to tell someone, especially after the debacle in Tokyo last year, and in every second city the year before that, but.. I don't think so," Liam said.

"Well, you know what they say," Louis started with a mischievous glint in his eye, "It's easier to seek forgiveness than to ask permission."

"So they do," Liam agreed, turning to walk over to Niall's room.

He knocked on the door quickly before opening it without waiting for a response. A choice he was still debating whether was bad or not, when he walked in and saw Niall standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Niall had his back to him, he clearly hadn't heard the knock, or the door open, and it wasn't like Liam hadn't seen Niall without a shirt on before, he hadn't been wearing one when he brought the coffees in this morning, and when you're practically living on top of someone for five years you're bound to catch them shirtless. But this, this was something different; he still had droplets of water running down his back; his hair was flat and wet, and he could see his muscles flex as he rooted through his bag. He would be lying if he said that he didn't have the slight urge to lick the droplets of water off his back.

He shook the preposterous thought from his head, deciding to knock on the open door, louder this time whilst also taking a step back to give off the impression that he hadn't been standing there for the past half- minute. This time Niall turned around, as Liam took a step forward, as though he was just entering the room. Niall looked ready to cover his upper half in case it wasn't one of the boys.

"Ah," he said, "Payno, just you."

"Yeah."

"Not some crazed fan here to steal my pants," he joked.

Liam laughed at the memory, he had woken up to someone on his balcony, and when he went to see who or what is was, someone had stolen his pants. The memory was slightly cringe worthy, especially when he thought about the lengths the fan would have gone to, in order to get them. Still, he defended them.

"I think 'crazed' is a little extreme," Liam rationalised.

"Okay, 'dedicated', but it was a very extreme action. They climbed onto your balcony and stole your underwear Li," Niall explained.

"Yeah, I know. Also," he added, changing the topic, "Louis isn't coming with us, he wants to stay here with Harry, who is asleep."

Niall responded with a muffled 'okay' as he pulled a shirt on over his head.