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

Chapter 7- Little Conversations

Chapter 7- Little Conversations

A/N- OH MY GOD! THIS TOWN! I JUST CAN'T. I BALLED MY EYES OUT LISTENING TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE... HOLY FUCK!

They had finally called quits on their game when Louis had started throwing up. He had Harry stayed with him whilst Niall and Liam went to bed. Liam knew he had had more than he should have had to drink, so he really wanted sleep, and, thankfully, it came quickly.

His pupils were dark, filled with so much lust, telling him just how much he wanted it too. He wanted it so much, he wanted him so much. There was a flicker of emotion that passed through his eyes, when Liam pushed his body up against his, pinning him to the wall and bringing their lips closer together.

Niall pulled his head off the wall and brought his lips to Liam's, closing his eyes, before diving into the kiss with a full intensity that was returned completely. He fisted his hand in Liam's shirt and pulled him down onto him further and further until his back hit the wall again. Liam put his hands on the wall to support himself from crushing the younger boy, as Niall's hands crept down to the hem of his shirt.

Liam's tongue brushed past Niall's lips, which, in return, Niall opened his mouth and let his tongue slip past his lips. Their heads turned to the sides, and their breathing became laboured, each of them searching for breath, but neither wanting to leave the other. Niall bit against Liam's lip, which elicited a soft moan from the brunet, as his hands ran through Niall's blond hair, pushing their lips impossibly closer.

When Niall did get a lung full of air, he was met with the scent of Liam's cologne cocktail, because he couldn't just wear one, he had to wear multiple fragrances all thrown on together. He must have somehow gotten it down to an art, because right now he smelt like a mixture of liquorice spice and sweet sawdust. And oh god, did it smell incredible.

He slipped his fingertips into the waistband of the blonde's pants and stroked the skin on his hips in slow circles. His fingers were soft on his skin, a stark contrast to his mouth. They ate away hungrily, at each other. Tugging on clothing, and pulling at hair, as they continued to moan into each other's mouths, pushing against each other's bodies.

Liam woke up in a hot sweat, as he rolled over to check the time, he noticed that the alarm clock screen was dark, he could also hear the rain and wind whipping relentlessly at his window. His room was cold, the AC clearly wasn't on anymore, which meant that the power was off, a black out caused by the storm. There wasn't anything he could do about that, except roll over, pull his covers up further, and go back to sleep.

Only, he couldn't, as much as he wanted sleep to take him under once again, it just didn't work that way, because every time he closed his eyes, bits and pieces from his dream would burn on the backs of his eyelids, keeping the entire dream fresh in his mind. It scared him, the intensity and believability of the dream scared Liam. It was wrong. It was wrong on so many levels.

Niall is his bandmate.

Niall is his best friend.

Niall is his colleague.

Niall is his rock.

Niall is not his lover.

They had been friends for too long, and if they tried to take their platonic love, to a romantic love... Well it never works. The thing that got Liam, the thing that kept him up long enough to hear the rain calm to a drizzle, and the wind stop whipping at his windows, was the look in Niall's eyes. He wanted it too. And also, the feel of their lips together was unimaginable, yet his brain could only conjure up such a sensation. He knew the real thing, the real feel of their lips together would make him want to reach for the stars, and would blur his mind into an infinite number of thoughts, feelings and memories. Liam was over taken by the intense desire to kiss him, his mind was dying for answers, it needed to know what his lips felt like underneath his own. That was what scared him more, and that he knew more than well that curiosity always kills the cat, and in this, he was definitely the cat. Eventually he fell back to sleep. Eventually he forgot about the black out. Eventually he dreamt another dream, but the other was not forgotten.