Three is Better Than One

Niall

The bright sunlight fell across my face, slowly waking me up.  I tried to move, but realized I was cradled in Zayn's arms.  I lied there, contempt with the feeling of his strength holding me, until I noticed Liam.

Liam was standing near the door, looking away from us.  His arms were crossed tighlty over his chest, and the vein in his neck was popping out like it always did when he was deep in thought.  Guilt flew through me, and I sat up to say something to him, but he had left the room.

"Zayn."  I whispered, and shook him slightly.  

"Whaaaaaat?"  He mumbled, rolling over onto his side.

"I think we should get up now."

"No." He groaned, kicking me with his foot.

I laughed. "Get off of your lazy ass, we have a concert today. And I'm hungry."

He yawned and slowly sat up in bed.  "Fine, I will get up.  But not for you, for food, because I am hungry too."

"WAKE UP!" Harry yelled, peeping his head into the room.

"We're awake."  Zayn threw a pillow at Harry, hitting him squarely in the chest.

Harry fake glared at Zayn. "I'm going to have a huge bruise now.  Louis might have to hurt you."

"Hurt me? Please, Louis couldn't hurt a fly even if he tried."

Harry grinned.  "That's kind of true.  Anyways, we have an interview in an hour so get up."

I jumped out of bed, eager to start the day.  Zayn reluctantly got up, throwing a beanie on his head because he hadn't done his hair yet.

I flew into the kitchen, grabbed a banana, and slid into a chair.  "Good morning, Liam."  

Liam avoided my eyes and nodded.

"What's wrong, mate?"  I asked.

He sighed.  "Nothing, Niall.  I'm fine."  

"You aren't acting like you're fine."

He slammed his glass of milk on the table.  "I am fine!  Okay, leave me alone."

I was speechless, I couldn't get the words to form correctly in my mouth.  "I, um, uh.."

Liam glared at me, then left the kitchen.

"You should have screamed, GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN, to him." Harry said, taking the seat beside me.

I shook my head.  "Nah, that's not my thing.  What's wrong with him, though?"

Harry shrugged.  "I don't know.  Maybe he was jealous you slept with Zayn."

I snorted.  "Jealous?  Liam Payne?  Jealous?  You're funny, Styles."

"No, seriously.  He could be jealous."

I narrowed my eyes.  "Why would he be jealous?"

Harry winked.  "Maybe he's in love with you or Zayn."

I almost choked on my banana.  "Liam's as straight as a stick."

"I thought I was too, but then I turned out to be as straight as my hair, so you never know."  

"Liam's not gay, Harry.  Neither am I, or Zayn."  I snapped.

"Calm down, Niall.  I never said that.  It was just a theory.  Now, on a lighter note, I'm going to make eggs, would you like some?"

I grinned.  "Of course."