NERD (Niam) (boyxboy)

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Liam's POV

Walking through the corridors was weird. Not having Louis and Harry by my side was lonely. But I haven't spoken to Louis since that day. He hurt me. He's supposed to be my best friend.

He acts like he's the only one who lost someone close that day.

It infuriates me a lot but I let it go because he's my friend.

But blaming Niall is just too far. Niall may have the same name, but he isn't that person.

Niall didn't take anyone away.

His brother did.

It hurts that he doesn't see why I would talk to him. I don't know what I would do without him. It broke my heart to see him cry like that. I don't think anyone realises Niall lost someone too.

I don't know his situation with his brother, but I assume he doesn't visit.

Louis has tried to talk to me, but after the amount of times I've blown him off, he's gotten the picture. He's still giving me his begging glances. I just don't want to hear it.

He knew I liked Niall but he just won't stop. He won't stop blaming.

It's always Niall's fault.

That's all his apology will include. Niall's fault.

Classes....I usually pay attention. I do. But the past week I just can't. Poor Niall is stuck in a bed, being nursed by an over caring mother and here I am, perfectly fine and not in pain or stuck.

The teachers have noticed my distraction and have pulled me aside to ask but I don't tell them because it really isn't their business. They know Niall isn't here yet no one cares. But the second I'm distracted or not here it's a disaster. I hate this world.

My game last night wasn't great. We won, barely.

Again, I was distracted. I was missing, letting people pass and being oblivious to the tricks they were trying to pull. Normally I do notice and steal the ball.

Coach was furious.

I apologised and suggested I didn't play the second half.

I wasn't there.

Now I'm on my way to the stupid football and I really couldn't be fucked.

I don't want to watch or support Louis right now.

I could be at Niall's, cuddling and kissing.

Makes me sound like a weak ass pussy but I don't give a fuck.

It makes me happy.

He makes me happy.

I sat at the back, in the area Niall normally sits, and so many people had crowded around me it looked alien.

It's always empty back here. People sat uncomfortably close to me and I internally cringed, practically jumping up and down inside when I noticed Harry coming up.

They made space - for like three people to sit - where Harry was walking and I gave him a grateful smile. He nodded in understanding and sat beside me, handing me a water.

Once the game started, I noticed Harry get tense and could tell he was unbelievably nervous. I get it though, if it was Niall down there I'd feel the same.