Niam Oneshots

It Slipped Out

I don't even know where this one came from. I was just trying to write the next chapter for my story when I was suddenly struck by inspiration, which is where this comes in. Hope you like it.

Niall's P.O.V:

Why is one person allowed to be so perfect? Who had to sacrifice their life for this to happen? I found myself asking these sorts of question a lot when it came to Liam, who was, unfortunately, one of my best friends and band mates. He's so cripplingly not interested it was almost funny. For me, though, it was anything but funny.

Sure, I could laugh hysterically to myself about how ridiculous it was that, of all the people on the planet I could have fallen for, I fell for Liam. But that didn't really count, did it? At least you get to spend lots of time with him, my subconscious whispered to me and I could almost picture one of those cartoon devils sitting on my shoulder while an angel sat on the other trying to suede me against whatever his fiendish counterpart was urging me to do.

Like that made it any better; I could spend large amounts of time with him, but I couldn't even make a move, because he was as straight as a fucking ruler. And not one of those bendy, shatter proof ones either; no, it was more like those wooden ones that we had in primary school. The ones that would splinter rather than bend in the slightest.

Little did I know how wrong I was.

"Hey Ni; where'd the key to the bathroom go?" Liam asked from behind me, where I sat at the kitchen island. All five of us were having a bit of a break in America after touring and were staying in a little house out in the middle of nowhere.

"I think Louis did something with it to mess with Zayn." I explained, spinning in my stool so I was facing Liam and rolling me eyes. Louis and Zayn were always either pulling stunts on each other or on the rest of us.

This week it seemed they had it out for each other, which was a nice break for the rest of us. Although, I was pretty sure I'd have the habit of looking into my shoes before putting them on, to make sure there was nothing in them, for the rest of my life thanks to those two.

"Fine. I'll just shower later then." Liam sighed, plopping down into the stool beside mine and resting his elbows on the counter in front of himself to rest his chin on his hands. It wasn't a good idea to spent extended periods of time in the bathroom when Louis and Zayn where playing something that involved the key. God only knows what would happen.

Zayn had once locked Louis in the bathroom with me for a solid hour, simply because I'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd almost strangled Louis because of all his whining. He could be as impatient and annoying as a hyped up five year old some times That had been one of those times.

We sat in silence for another five minutes, while I scrolled through Facebook on my phone, until I found a picture I knew Liam would find funny. Giggling quietly, I leaned over to show it to him, and got the response I'd been expecting: Liam threw his head back and laughed while I continued to giggle to myself, long after he'd stopped.

"God, I want to kiss you." Liam sighed suddenly, which effectively cut off my giggling and made me freeze. It took Liam a minute to realize what he'd done, but when he did, he froze too.

"What?!" I exclaimed, almost indignantly. It was just so hard to believe that Liam had actually said that. Out loud. While watching me giggle like a little girl.

"No! I didn't mean that. Forget I said anything. I didn't even open my mouth. Seriously, I didn't-" Liam began with a panicked edge to his voice, but I cut him off before he could tell me what it was he didn't.

"Do it." I said, suddenly more confident at the face of Liam's earlier admission. He'd said he wanted to kiss me and Lord knows I'd wanted to do the same to him more times than I could count.

"Wh-what?" Liam stuttered, looking at me with wide eyes that would have looked comical if I wasn't so serious right now.

"Kiss me." I clarified, scooting to the edge of the stool and placing my hand on his knee. I leaned forward slightly, waiting for Liam to do the same because I may be more confident but I still wasn't confident enough that I could just kiss him.

After another few seconds, Liam finally responded, also scooping to the edge of his stool so our knees were knocking together. He didn't make a move to do anything else though, so, with a sigh, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet; standing closer to him than I ever had before so our chests were pressed together.

Liam was a few inches taller than me standing up, so I placed my hand on the back of his neck to bring him down to my height. This is what finally rattled him enough that he grabbed my hips and pulled me that little bit closer before fitting his lips to mine.

He kissed me slowly, almost hesitantly, at first but after a few seconds, he suddenly bit my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth; making me gasp because I wasn't expecting the sudden change of pace. After a thoroughly tantalizing dance of tongues and when I was sure my brain wasn't working from lack of oxygen, Liam pulled away so we could breath.

And breath we did; quite heavily I might add. Standing, with my arms around Liam's neck, my face pressed into his shoulder and his hands resting on my hips, I tried to make sense of what had just happened but my brain really wasn't working properly and all I could think was; 'Wow'.

"That was......" Liam gasped as he rapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck, where he planted a trail of butterfly kisses that made my skin tingle.

"Yeah......" I agreed, snuggling in closer to him with a grin that should have split my face in two, but, thankfully, didn't. "We should do that more often." I sighed, pecking just under Liam's ear affectionately and giggling when he nipped at my exposed collarbone.

"Definitely." Liam exclaimed enthusiastically, making me laugh happily. And here I'd been thinking this boy was as straight as a ruler. If that were true, well then, I must be the Queen of England.