NERD (Niam) (boyxboy)

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Today is the day.

He's being released.

The second I opened my eyes and saw Liam leaning beside me, watching me with worried eyes I knew what today was.

It's not fair.

I don't want to see him.

I want nothing to do with him.

Liam has his snapback on, gently tracing his knuckles along my cheek as he waits for me to speak. I'm not entirely sure on what to say. His sister was killed by him. I'm not the only one who lost someone. I didn't even lose anyone come to think of it. He's not dead. He's still alive and breathing.

Which he doesn't deserve.

"Babe?" Liam's husky voice startles me as I look up to him. "You okay?" His frown is evident as he gently holds my chin in his fingers.

To think that he's so calm after the man that killed his sister is being released today baffles me. How does he do it? I don't know that I'm comfortable being here either. My brother killed their sister, daughter, granddaughter, niece...

It makes me feel sick.

All I can do is shake my head, unable to find the strength to even open my mouth.

"Oh Ni". He gently pushes me to lay on my back and hovers over me. "It's going to be okay. I'm right by your side and I won't be leaving even for a second". He leaned down and placed his lips on mine gently. I guess his lips are somehow a distraction. It's just what I need.

But he can't be kissing me forever. We have to breathe sometime. Air is needed for the lungs and the brain. It's needed to stay alive. And when we're desperate for it, the distraction is gone. I'm reminded again of everything else.

"Niall?" He moved to lay beside me again and I rest my head on his chest. His hand rubs my shoulder gently as he kisses my forehead.

"hmm?"

"Do you remember that day? The day it happened?" I take a deep breath and nod.

"I do".

"What happened? Like...did you expect something was going to happen?"

"No. Everything seemed normal. He drove me to school and told me to have a great day. Then mum didn't show up after school and I knew something wasn't right".

"I remember that day too.." I stay silent. Not knowing exactly on what is appropriate to say. He lost his sister that day. Someone he looked up to. "It was the day I realised I liked you".

Hunk say what?

"I didn't understand why mum kicked you out. I was really worried about you for ages. Then she told me what happened and said I wasn't allowed to talk to you ever again. It all broke my heart. My sister was gone and I wasn't allowed to talk to you. I didn't know why I wasn't allowed to talk to you for like three days. Louis took it worse than I did though, obviously. He didn't let it go until only recently". He sighed and kissed my forehead again. "In a way, god. I know this sounds absolutely horrible...but in a way, I'm glad it happened. Shit that's just...I mean, I'm not glad people died. I miss my sister more than anything...believe me...but it was the day I officially noticed you. I don't like that it happened, but I like that you were there". He lets out a hostile chuckle. "I'm a horrible person".

"No". He lets out a breath. "You're not. Everything would've been different if it didn't happen. I get what you're saying. You're not saying you're glad those people left the world. You're not saying you're glad my brother is a psycho. You're saying you're glad the other stuff happened. There was a positive and a lot of negatives on that one day. You're just happy you got that one positive".

"My god you're so smart".

"Eh".

"Eh?" Liam laughs and I look to him. "Eh?!" He gently pushes my hair from my face and placed his forehead against mine. "I think you underestimate yourself Mr. Horan". He kisses me and tangles his fingers in my hair. I groan as he bites my lip and feel him smirk at my response.

I pull away and smile.

"Mr. Horan is hungry". Liam chuckles and raises his right brow.

"Is he now?". He kisses me softly. "Well I better feed 'im then". He jumps up and grabs my hand to pull me along with him, down the stairs to the kitchen. "Pretty sure mum 'nd dad went out so we're all alone baby". I blush at his words as he presses himself against me, my back to the bench. "What would Mr. Horan like?"

His lips came to my neck and left small, soft kisses down to my collar bone.

"What do you have?" He chuckled against my neck and pulls back, walking over to the fridge.

"How about some orange juice?" I can only nod as his hand flexes around the bottle, placing it on the bench and walking over to the pantry. "Some coco pops?" I nod again and hear him laugh lightly. He walks over with the box and grabs everything that is needed, making our breakfast and passing the small bottle of orange juice to me.

We sit at the table and eat in silence, both of us finishing at the same time and making our way back to the kitchen to clean our dishes.

"Think I'll just put these in the dish washer then we can do whatever we want" He winks at me and I feel my cheeks heat up.

Man I'm lucky.

I can't believe this hunk is mine.

MINE!

Of all people he chose me.

I still can't believe it.

In a way things have worked out well for me. I was bullied, and probably still will be, but now I actually feel happy. It's been so long since I felt this way and I couldn't ask for anything more.

I jump at the knock on the door and frown.

"No can you please get that?"

"Okay?" Making my way to the front door, I feel anxious opening it. This isn't even my house? What if they say I'm an intruder? What if they think I'm a robber? I'm just a guest. But they won't know that. Oh god. Here I go. The death of Niall Horan is here. Bye world.

"Niall!"