From Tormented To Worse (boyXboy) (Niam Horayne & Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

*Niall Horan*

The kiss had been the most wonderful sensation I’d ever had. It had been thrilling, absolutely breathtaking. I’d always dreamed about what it would be like to feel Liam’s tongue glide over my lips, finally lashing out and tangling with mine, but my dreams would never live up to reality.

But…

He was going to hurt me. I knew it. Liam wasn’t gay; he wasn’t even close to bisexual! He was using me. Apart of me wondered why he would be using me, his best mate. But I quickly shook it off remembering I had more at state than just my feelings. My job, my life, and my reputation- it was all at risk, and I was thinking about Liam using me?

I shook my head. I didn’t know what do. Was this normal? To know exactly what you wanted, to know you held what you wanted in your hands, but to feel as though no matter what you did it was just going to fall out, shattering into pieces never being able to get back together again.

Maybe I was just overreacting… I tended to do that. I was a dreamer after all. I just wanted the best out of life, and I mean that’s not much to ask for. I sighed, beginning to shake. I was confusing myself… All these thoughts were just running wild, clashing with each other, being entangled- I just wanted it to stop.

I just wanted… Liam.

A knock echoed throughout my apartment, it was only three hours until I had to board the plane back to Mullingar. I got out of my chair and walked up to my door, swinging it open. Liam stood there, simply leaning against the door frame. “Niall…”

I slammed the door in his face. Why? I didn’t particularly know, but… I knew. “Go away.”

“Nialler! Open the door! Your being ridiculous!” Liam yelled, bounding on the door. I sunk to the ground.

“No. I’m really not.” I growled at him. I didn’t quite get where this was coming from; nor did I get why I was acting this way towards my beautiful Li-Li…

“Nialler… please.” His voice broke. I gulped, stood and opened the door, folding my arms across my chest.

“What do you want?”

He blinked, expressionless. “To talk…” I pushed the door, but Liam stopped it from closing on him, and ran into my apartment. “I just want to talk to you.”

I closed the door, and flung myself on the couch. “Talk away, doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”

Something flashed across Liam’s eyes- something I couldn’t put my finger on, but I ignored it, and pulled out my phone, pretending to text when really I was waiting for Liam to speak.

“Niall…” he took a deep breath and from the corner of my eyes I saw him fumbling with his fingers nervously, “I don’t know where to start. To be honest I don’t know what’s going on, why you’re acting this way towards me… I thought u loved me? That’s what you said wasn’t it? That you loved me? Yet you think I’ll hurt you. Nialler…” He took a deep breath. “I could never hurt you. I will never hurt you. I don’t know what else you need me to say… but that kiss; Niall, for the first time in a long while I felt like me, like Liam Payne. What you said the other night about me not acting myself? The night you admitted you loved me? You were right. I’m going to try and make it up to you Niall… because… because I was to try this. I want to have a go at us.”

I dropped my phone, leaping into Liam’s arms. “Damn, you know how to please a man!” I cried and Liam laughed smiling, a smile I hadn’t seen a while. He leant his head in and brushed his lips over mine briefly. “My flight leaves in an hour, want to drive me there?”

*Unknown*

I watched them.

I watched as they talked it out, as they solved all the foreign problems they had, and mentally cursed. This wasn’t how this was meant to go. Shaking my head I walked away.

Liam and Niall’s flights both leaved at the same time, Liam probably had his stuff in his bag ready and he wouldn’t need to come back to his apartment. I smiled, ever so slightly.

Moments later I was inside, Liam’s apartment; Niall stayed over here fairly regularly so it wasn’t that hard to find something I could hide the fake diary in. I settled with Niall’s favourite blue jeans, and slid the hand sized diary in the pocket.

If things went to plan; this ‘Niam’ relationship would go from tormented to worse.

*Zayn Malik*

Her eyes twinkled, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was so gorgeous, and she didn’t even realise. “Zayn are you listening?” I blinked a couple of times.

“How the hell do you expect me to listen when I can’t tear my eyes away from your way too beautiful face?” She blushed looking down at the ground, stirring her untouched food.

“You’re just saying that…”

I grabbed her chin forcing her to look at me, “You know I’m not. She smiled brightly, it was one of those smiles you wanted to stare at forever, one of those stupid smile that made you smile, like it was contagious. I tilted in my head and gently brushed my lips along her small soft ones, before pulling away and winking. “Are you feeling ok?”

She still hadn’t touched her food; it was so unusual for her to do so. She normally ate what the amount Niall did. I’d been dating her for six months I think I would know. “No…” I frowned, and grabbed her hand. I quickly paid for the bill, and she drove me over to her apartment.

“Zayn…”

We were just outside her apartment now; this was the last time I’d see her for a month. My flight to Bradford left in an hour, and after that we were going straight to Sweden for five days, then on tour. “I’m going to miss you, Harmony. I love you.”

Harmony blinked back her tears and nodded gently once, “Love you too. Stay safe.”