One Direction One Shots (boyxboy)

????? {Niam}

{they look like the photo minus tattoos}
{probs too short but it's something so deal.}
{side ziam}
{idk why Niall sounds like a jerk. It just happened}

**Liam's POV**

Hey Lou, can I talk to you for a sec?

Yeah what's up?

You'd never stop talking to me right?
Like stop being my friend?

WHY IS THAT EVEN A
QUESTION. Of course not, Li.
Why?

I think I'm gay... 😬😬

Well duh. Tell me something
I don't know 😒

Wait what?

I'm not gonna lie. I've seen the
way you stare at that neil kid.

It's Niall and what do you mean
I stare at him? I thought I was
good at carefully looking at people.

WHIPPED!! Dude you're like
the worst at being subtle.
Anyways I gotta get dressed
see ya at school loverboy

Was Louis right? Was my staring that obvious? I guess I'll figure that out later, but right now I need to get ready for school. I pick out a random white tank top, black skinny jeans, and a pair of boxers then head to the bathroom to shower. About fifteen minutes later I was out of the shower, dressed, and had slipped on a pair of socks. After fixing my hair in the mirror I had on my door, I walked downstairs to the kitchen. My mum was placing a plate of pancakes on the table.

"Good morning Liam." She said cheerfully. That's something I loved about my mum; she was always so happy.

"Morning mum. Thank you for making breakfast but I gotta run."

"Well at least take an apple with you. Why are you leaving so early?" She questioned and handed me an apple.

"I didn't understand the English assignment. I'm going to ask the teacher to explain it. It's not due until Friday but I want to get it over with." I explained. Most of it was a lie though. There was an English assignment due Friday but I completely understood it and already finished it.

"Okay, then. Be safe. Love you." She said and gave me a hug.

"Love you, too, mum." I kissed her cheek, picked up my backpack, and began the ten minute walk to the school. When I arrived at the school, I went to my locker to get my books for the first half of the day. English was my first class so it didn't make sense for me to leave, go to my locker, then come back. I walked down to the English hall and turned into the classroom. Mr. Malik, or Zayn as he lets me call him when class isn't in session, isn't in the room at the moment. I use this time to place my books at my desk near the back of the room, take out my assignment, and move up to one of the seats in the front row.

"Oh, Liam you scared me." Zayn says as he walks into the room. "I'm assuming you don't need help with your assignment because it looks finished. So that means you're here to talk about life." He stated. Zayn was the kind of person that would listen to your problems and help you find a way to overcome them. I've been coming to Zayn with my problems since freshman year. Somehow he's been my teacher for my four years of high school.