The Library Boy {Niam}

Chapter 7

Liam’s Pov.

Whatever happend in Niall’s bedroom just now, it’s not meant to happen again. Me kissing a boy? Did I go fucking out of my mind just now? I ended up in bed with a boy once being drunk and it’s never going to happen again.

I’d even make sure not to drink too much so I can prevent that from happening. I still blame Harry for it, considering he talked me into going along to the gay bar that night eventhough he doesn’t even know what happend later that night and there’s no way he’s going to find out.

I try not to care about how Niall might feel right now. I shouldn’t care about him in the first place. I don’t even understand why I care about him. I mean, I barely know him afterall.

After driving back home I walk into the house only to find Harry laying to the couch, wrapped up in a blanket watching tv, looking rather depressed.

“What’s up Hazzaboy?” I chuckle, sitting down next to him as he lets out a deep sigh. “Louis has called me 10 times in the past two hours.” He groaned.  “So why not pick up for once?” I asked, not understanding why I’m helping him because I never help anyone, expect from Niall I guess.

“Why would I?” “Well, today in class he said it was a misunderstanding and that might be true. Don’t just jump on conclusions Harry, it might ruin everything.” I told him, just when his phone rang again. I watched Harry glance at his screen as he sighed softly and I assumed it was Louis.

“Go ahead.” Harry glared at me yet picked up as I could hear Louis rumble out on the other side. I wasn’t able to hear clearly what he was saying. I got up as I moved to the kitchen, deciding I should eat something when my phone vibrated, letting me know I received a message.

“Are you mad at me?” I swallowed reading the textmessage from Niall. I’m honestly not even sure if I should respond or not. I don’t want him to feel bad, but I shouldn’t care about him. I never care about anyone, so why would I know? It’s ruining who I am. This isn’t me.

“It was a mistake. I’m not mad at you.” I sent. Maybe I should have sent I actually was mad at him, so I didn’t have to go and see him anymore, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to not see him anymore. It’s like we became so close the past month that I can’t let go of him. By that I leaned in myself as well.

What the hell is going on with me?

Niall’s Pov.

I read his response and bite my lip. How could I have thought it meant something in the first place? No ones interested in a boy that’s practically dying.

I sigh softly and lay down on my bed, turning the tv off because I don’t feel like watching an romantic gay movie right now. I didn’t even know I liked Liam. I mean, I guess I do, why else would I want to kiss him?

God damn, he’s not even my type. Or well, I guess he is. He’s an asshole. Atleast for saying it’s a mistake, because it wasn’t a mistake to me.

I did have a boyfriend before. A total douche. The guy would always go mad on me because I wasn’t ready to have sex yet. He’d kiss me, get me on the bed only to try and get his hands in my pants and when I told him I wasn’t ready he’d walk out angry, only to show up the next day saying he would wait for me and that he was sorry. To think I was even stupid enough to believe him.

Then I got diagnosed with cancer. He dumped me as soon as I told him. “What the hell do you think? That I’m gonna hold your hand when you pass away? That I’m going to speech on your funeral? I don’t think so.” Those were his exact words and I still remember them as if someone said it to me just now. Because those words broke my heart.