Broken Love (Niam)

Chapter 4

*Liam's P.O.V*

The second Niall walked into the room, I had a million thoughts running through my head.

Is he still gay? What did he think when he saw me? By the terrified look in his eyes when he saw me, I'm sure he's still scared. I can't believe I bullied him for being gay, when all this time I was just being a douche and trying to deny the fact that I knew I was different. Like him.

I found myself staring at him through the class period as my thoughts ran wild. I only noticed when his bright blue eyes turned back to me for a second. I looked at him with a sorrowful look, hoping for him to get the fact that I was sorry for ever laying a hand on him. I guess he didn't get it, because the second I was sure he saw the look on my face, he turned around and focused on the clock.

Shit. I thought. After a few more minutes of staring off into space, the bell rung. As I got up to leave the class, I felt a hand grab my arm. My quick reflex kicked in. I raised my hand up to slap the person that grabbed my arm, but the person blocked my hand.

"Chill out, dude. It's just me."

I heard a familiar voice. I turned around to see Harry staring at me like I was about to kill him.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Dude, you've been staring at Niall for the past half hour. Did you smoke crack before you came to school or something?"

"Wait...backtrack. I've been staring at Niall?"

"Dude, it's like you were hypnotized."

"That bad?"

He nodded in response.

I quickly went to my locker to get my stuff for the next class. As I approached my locker, I noticed him. Niall. He had the locker right next to mine.

I tried to get my stuff without him noticing me and running away. As I shut my locker door, he turned and saw me. His eyes locked with mine, and his eyes were full of pure terror.

"Don't hurt me." he said it so quietly, I'm surprised I even heard him.

I turned to face him, only to find him on the brink of tears.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Niall. It's different this year. I realized what I was doing, and I vowed to myself, 'I'm never going to hurt anyone ever again. I was raised to know what's right and wrong, and even after it took so long, I realized what I was doing was wrong.'"

I smiled, trying to make it appear genuine.

He smiled and wiped away his tears.

"I can't help who I am. I was made like this for a reason." he said softly. He looked down at the ground, and then back up at me, his blue eyes shining.

"I understand. I'll see you later, Niall." I barely whispered. I got my stuff and headed to my second class. The day seemed to fly by so quickly, I didn't even realize it was the end of the day until it was...the end of the day.

I had Niall in 3 out of my 6 classes, first period, third period, and fourth period. Otherwise, Math, Art, and Science. I was eager to earn his trust back, so we set up a time to meet up at Starbucks after school.

When we met up, we had a good time. Laughing, joking, talking about sports, music, and everything we liked.

Turns out, he likes a lot of the same things that I do! That's good, right? Oh, there's one conversation I want to talk about.

"Niall, do you mind me asking when you realized you were gay?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know, I was around 13 when I realized. I had been with a girl before, but when I kissed her, I didn't feel anything except weirded out. I broke up with her, thinking it wasn't meant to be with her. Then, I got with another girl. Same result. I thought 'Oh, maybe I'm just messed up in the head a little'. But, on the night of my 18th birthday, I drunkenly kissed a boy. I remember it well, actually. I felt something. I tried to deny it, a lot actually, but I've always had a bigger attraction to guys. I thought I was bisexual, but then my attraction to women faded, and boom. I'm gay."

I payed attention to every last word that fell from his mouth. I focused on the littlest details. I noticed the little things about him, like his adorable Irish accent and the way his eyes dilate.

When I started to lose focus, he was getting ready to leave.

"Sorry, Liam. I have to get home before my mum freaks out on me."

"Ok, I understand."

I got up from my seat. Great, my feet fell asleep.

I walked, or should I say wobbled, over to him.

He grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug.

"Thanks for listening." he whispered in my ear.

I felt a tingle. I felt my stomach flip. My legs felt like Jello. He pulled away before I noticed.

My eyes widened.

I realized something I didn't think was possible before.

I think I may like Niall.