One Direction boyxboy *one shots*

~Niam~ Just for you

AT LAST!

THE LONG AWAITED NIAM ONE SHOT!

the very, VERY long awaited...

hehe... sorry about that. a little preoccupied... (penguin related)

but anywayyyysss. This is an Alternate Universe Fic and Liam only knows Louis and Harry, and kind of knows Zayn. :D (i wanted to do something different)

*Mild Larry*------>And i can't help myself, even the Niam story had to have a little Larry, but i promise it won't overshadow the reigning Niam-ness.

GET READY TO RUMBLE AND TUMBLE MY LITTLE MUNCHKINS

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Liam lay in his bed, casually skipping through some random magazine his sister bought him. 'Justin Bieber this, Laddy GaGa that, everything's the same everyday..

Liam wished that his life had some interest in it, something that made it good enough for others to be jealous of. But here he is. Sitting in his small Toy Story based room in Wolverhampton. Nothing ever happend here, it's just a bunch of boring crap. Boring, boring, boring,boring....

His thoughts were interupted by a loud thumping on his bedroom door. "Liam!" the voice of his mother rang out from the other side of the door "Get out of this house and get to school! You'll be late if you 'rest your eyes' any longer" she said qouting the lie he'd used earlier. Liam sat up with a broken groan and trudged over to the door, opening it slowly and walking out. The word 'school' was pain to Liam's ears, not only did he get bullied to the point where he had to hire a twenty year old to pretend to be his brother, but the schoolwork only added on to Liam's conjoined opinion of his home town.

Boring.

Boring.

Boring.

Oh Yeah, and it's Boring.

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Liam swore he practically winced as he walked into his classroom 10B, not wanting to be pelted with spit balls or whater ways the people here could find to torment him. Liam wasn't exactly what you'd call 'unpopular' because many people liked him but there was a group of bullies that liked to pick on people.. especially Liam, but to his suprise he was left untouched and freely walked over to his desk next to the only people who made his school life slightly enjoyable.

Louis and Harry; Sure Liam had other friends, quite a lot actually, but these two were they only ones Liam really liked talking to and spending time with. Haz and Lou known eachother alot longer than Liam's known either of them. Best friends forever, or more... he can never tell. The way they act around eachother suggests that they want to be more but they aren't sure how well that would turn out. Liam could never understand why it was such an awkward subject. They are best friends. You'd think it would be easy to admit their feeling towards eachother, but they obviously don't see it that way. Liam has tried many times to talk to them but they always seem to dismiss the attempts like they don't even matter. Which of course they do. But seriously, you can practically smell the sexual tension between them.

The two of them are slightly more liked by their classmates than Liam. Louis, being the class clown, as well as being incredibly good looking. and Harry, with his 'irresistible charm' and adorable personality. They stuck by Liam no matter what, which he was very grateful for, although sometimes they get into trouble for being seen with him but it never turns them off being friends with Liam. They're all the friends you can ask for.

Liam was about to greet them both, but Harry was pulled away by a petite girl with sly intentions. Liam noticed the uncomfortable expression on Harry's face as he was pulled away from his crush. Liam attempted to catch Louis' attention. "Hey Lou!" Liam managed cheerfully. "Hey..." Louis replied halfheartedly, not taking his eyes off his curly haired best friend. Liam decided to try and talk at least one of them into admitting their feeling s for the other, then maybe they would actually get somwhere. "Louis, why don't you just tell him " Liam asked anxiously. Louis whipped his head around to see Liam before glancing at harry and sighing, resting his elbows on the table.