Jealous (Niam Horayne)

Crushing

***Liam's P.O.V.***

I see a bright light through my eyelids, awakening me from my wonderful dream with Niall. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Call me whatever you'd like. I'm not obsessed, I'm dedicated like all of you Directioners out there ;). Well I peek one eye open to see a very annoyed-looking Zayn standing at the curtains and holding them wide open.

"What do you want Zayn?", I groan, rolling over and pulling my pillow over my ears.

"Harry and I are hungry. Do you want my baby to starve because I sure as hell don't?!", Zayn says, crossing his arms before walking behind me and snatching my comfy purple pillow from my grasp.

"But I'm not hungry, I'm tired.", I grumble, pulling the covers closer to me only to have them ripped off and leave me shivering.

"Lou, Niall, Haz, and I are all starving and none of us can cook and you're hear sleeping your pretty little arse off. That's quite nice!", Zayn said sarcastically.

You should've just started off with tellin' me that my Nialler was withering away from starvation. That would've gotten me off my lazy arse.

"I'll be down in a minute.", I mumbles before Zayn literally skips out of my bedroom door wearing a face-splitting smile. I head into the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth and hair. Once I'm done I throw on an old baseball t-shirt and a pair of old ripped up jeans before slipping on an old black pair of converse. Then I quickly run downstairs to start on breakfast for the boys.

"What do you guys want for breakfast?", I call out to the boys who are sitting in the living room as I sift through our almost-empty kitchen cupboards. We re-stocked them on Tuesday and it is now Friday. I bet you're thinking, how is that even possible? Well, you know our Nialler!

"Waffles and bacon!!!", the boys shout at me before running into the kitchen and sitting on the bar stools on the side opposite of mine.

"Waffles and bacon coming right up!", I yell with a smile on my face as I start on the bacon. Yeah, call me 5 and hand me a colouring book, sometimes I like to pretend I'm a real chef working at a real restaurant. I mean, come on. Who doesn't? I finish up breakfast before serving everybody and switching the telly on as I eat the waffle and two pieces of bacon that I saved for myself.

"Liam, that's seriously all you're eating, mate?", Harry asks.

"Yeah.", I say over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on the telly.

"Why? Are you okay?", Niall asks, concern filling his voice as he furrows his eyebrows, face covered in an endless look of confusion.

"Yeah, fine. Not hungry.", I say over my shoulder once again, knowing that if I look into his deep pools of blue he'll make me eat all the rest of it.

"Suit yourself.", Zayn shrugs, grabbing the last waffle from the large platter before I take it and clean it off in the sink. After that he lads decided to scatter themselves around the living room, watching the telly upside down. Niall's shirt was falling down a bit and I couldn't help but stare at the fair skin that was always hiding under his colourful shirts.

"Hey lads, I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back.", I say, grabbing my jacket from the coat rack.

"Hey, can I come with you? I sorta need to ask you something.", Louis asks.

"Of course. I don't see why not.", I shrug, grabbing the house keys on the way out as Louis trails behind me. Boy was I wrong. No more than 15 minutes of walking later Louis stopped me so we could sit on a bench in the park, smiling childishly at the white puffs of breath that would leave his or my mouth when we exhaled. But then he got serious, and keep in mind that this is Louis Tomlinson that we're talking about so this doesn't happen often.