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

Chapter 6- Dangerous Thoughts

Chapter 6- Dangerous Thoughts

A/N- EllBecca129, thank you for the idea that spurred this chapter. I guarantee this chapter wouldn't be up without your help.

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Harry had wondered off a couple of hours ago to find Louis, he hadn't come back yet, so he'd clearly found him. They were probably writing, and so should have Niall and Liam because as they got closer and closer to their deadline, they found less and less inspiration to write. It was the one thing that Liam wanted to accomplish whilst the storm prevented them from travelling. It just wasn't working.

Liam slumped his head against the table, "I am so close to smashing my head against this table until I get some sort of idea," Liam commented, with his face squashed against the table.

Niall was playing GTA on the Xbox, but keeping the volume down so that Liam could attempt to concentrate. He kept up conversation, because it's rude to ignore people in the same room as you, but he wasn't really paying attention, so he replied with, "Don't do that Li," as he drove a stolen car through a window and was currently fighting incoming traffic, his thoughts were elsewhere.

Liam noticed this, "I think I might just call Cheryl and ask for her back."

"Mm-hmm," Niall agreed, as he jumped his car over the side divider, trying to escape from the cops," Great idea, Li."

"Maybe I'll gouge my eyes out with spoons," he suggested.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Niall replied, he'd now ditched the car, and was evading the police on foot, in search of another vehicle.

Liam suppressed a laugh, and internally face-palmed. Niall was definitely not listening to him, so he made another suggestion, louder this time, "Actually now that I think about it, I should probably just go and walk around the hotel completely naked..."

"Great, that'll be epic!" Niall said enthusiastically, whilst beating the shit out of a Porsche owner and "commandeering" it.

Liam couldn't bottle his laughter anymore, so he let out a long spluttering laugh.

"What, Payno?" Niall asked, finally pausing GTA to turn and look at Liam.

"You weren't listening to what I was saying," he explained.

"Okay, and say I wasn't," Niall started, "Why would that be a funny thing?"

"Because when I suggested that I thought it would be a good idea for me to walk around naked, you acted like it was the best suggestion anyone had ever suggested."

Niall blushed, "Yeah, okay, so I may have only been listening with one ear," he admitted, what he didn't admit, was that he would be up for that. Liam was a fine specimen, and had a very nice body, and Niall wouldn't mind an opportunity to stare at him with a little less on. Of course, he would rather be burnt alive, with fireworks lodged inside him than to ever admit that out loud.

"I don't think you were listening with either ear, Ni."

"I was listening enough to register that you had spoken," Niall argued.

"Yeah, yeah," Liam laughed it off, "go back to your GTA, Niall before the power goes and you lose it for actual conversation," Liam cheekily remarked.

"Ha," he responded dryly, pressing play on his game.

Liam turned back to his page, crossed out lines and half- hearted rhymes. There really wasn't any inspiration for him to draw from; on the page, or anywhere else. Some people perform well under pressure, and in most cases, Liam does; unfortunately, when he needs his creative juices flowing so that he can write, it doesn't work. Sitting down with a piece of paper and a pen, or standing in a recording studio jamming with his mates, if there's a heavy deadline hanging over his shoulder's, the writing either won't happen or will be absolutely terrible.