Is It So Wrong? ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfiction ~ EDITING

6 - [Save] The Date

*Liam's POV*

It's beyond late already, so we're both hoping no one will catch us out here.

I wasn't expecting Niall to agree to running around shirtless. I was not prepared for this at all. My best friend is currently shirtless in front of me. And my best friend has a nice body, but I'm not supposed to be noticing this. This is not good.

"Like what you see?" Niall asks with a smirk.

"Not at all!" I laugh nervously. "I just can't believe you're actually doing this is all."

Just like we agreed upon, Niall starts running around the block. I decide to sit and think while I wait for him to come back.

Okay, first things first. I keep on thinking about my best mate the way most guys think about girls. Why do I keep doing this? I don't know. Could I possibly like him as more than a friend? It's very possible. Even if I don't like to admit it.

So, why do I think I might like Niall? Every time someone makes a gay joke I get offended because it feels personal. Every time someone says something rude to (or about) Niall, well, I start feeling really protective over him and I hate seeing him hurt. I get all tingly inside when he smiles at me or when he laughs. And he's the one person who makes me feel like someone (outside of my family) truly cares about me; Niall is the one person who makes me feel like I can be myself and still be happy.

"Oh my god, I like my best friend," I mutter under my breath.

"Pardon me?" Niall asks, breathing heavily.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud." I look up and see that he's standing beside me, still shirtless. Go away, butterflies. I don't have time for you.

"What were you thinking about? I mean, by the looks of your face it was something serious, so...?"

"Oh, I was just trying to think of more truths and dares!" I lie, grinning mischievously to make it seem more plausible.

"Really? You looked like you were about to have a panic attack, not like you were plotting evil against me," he tells me.

"Well, I was thinking about my evil plots, but then I realized you would probably take your revenge on me and it worried me because I don't know how evil you Irishmen can be."

Niall seems to believe that, so he changes the subject. "Truth or dare, Li?"

"Hmm... Dare!" I blurt out. Being outside means we can be just a little bit louder.

"I dare you to sing me a Justin Bieber song!"

"Seriously?" I ask. He just nods his head really fast, his smile so wide you'd swear his face was gonna break. "Fiiiiine."

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*Niall's POV*

It's almost noon and I've just woken up. Liam and I ended up staying up until almost 4 just talking and playing Truth or Dare. My favourite part was when I got him to actually sing One Time without him making fun of it. You wouldn't know it from his looks, but he has one hell of a set of pipes!

It's funny; I've always loved singing and I've been told I'm good, but I never considered pursuing it until last night. I mean, I wanted to do something with my music, but I had no plans to actually play and sing for people. Then, last night, one of my truth questions was about whether or not I play instruments or sing. Well, I had to tell Liam the truth; I play guitar and sing.