Niall's POV:
I heard Liam's voice coming from the bathroom.
"Niall! Could you hand me a towel?"
I grabbed a towel and waited at the door. Liam opened the door just a crack, but I could see his abs. They were perfect. Liam quickly snatched the towel out of my hands and let out a quick
"Thanks, mate."
Mate. Ugh. I hate when he calls me that. If only he could think of me as much more...
Oops. I was still standing at the door.
"Uhm... your welcome." I muttered as I slowly walked out the bedroom door. In my attempt to rush out the door, I accidentely ran into Zayn. I looked up and I could see that he was holding a mirror and a comb. Typical Zayn.
"Oh. Sorry, Zayn." I quickly apologized and backed off. I walked into the living room and saw Harry and Louis sitting together on a rather small couch and watching a fan-made "Larry Stylinson" support video on Harry's laptop. If only Liam was as open about Niam Horayne as Harry and Louis are about Larry Stylinson. I know that I try to be. I stood there, just staring at Harry and Louis.
"Oh! Hey Niall!" Louis said once he looked up from the laptop.
"Hi Louis." I quietly mumbled. I wasn't in the mood for a big conversation. Too bad that Louis always is.
"So, how's it goin--"
"I, uhm, have to go, uhm, eat." I rudely interupted him. Sorry, Lou. I walked away and gave an apologetic look to Louis. Once I was in the kitchen, I could hear him whisper to Harry
"What's up with him?"
I looked back and saw Harry shrugging his shoulders with a confused look on his face.
If only they knew.
Liam's POV:
Just as I finished showering, I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I yelled as I grabbed the towel that Niall had so kindly handed to me. Niall is always so kind. Harry and Louis entered and both sat down on my bed.
"Do you know what's up with Niall?" Harry asked. What did he mean by "up"? Was there something wrong with Niall?!
"What do you mean? What's wrong?" I immediately asked, sounding a little but too eager to know.
"Well, he's been acting a little weird. We thought that you might know what was up. You know, the whole "Niam" thing." Louis replied with a slight smile at the word "Niam". I smiled, too. I was happy that he would come to me to ask about Niall. Now that he had mentioned it, Niall had been acting kind of weird. He was usually so cheerful around us.
"I don't know. I hope he's alright, though." I said as I motioned for them to leave the room. They walked out the door and I shut it behind them. What could be wrong with Niall? The question kept running through my mind.
Niall's POV:
"Hey, Niall." Liam said and walked into the kitchen. He was still kind of wet from his shower earlier; I could see through his damp shirt. I tried to keep my stare on his puppy-dog eyes.
"Hi, Liam." I responded and smiled that smile that I only get when I'm around him.
"So... Harry, Louis, and I were wondering if anything was wrong. I mean, like, not wrong with you, but like, is anything bothering you?" Liam awkwardly tried to ask. He wasn't doing a great job. Was he serious? How could he not realize?
"No. Nothing is wrong. Nothing's bothering me." I replied in a false tone. I could tell that he didn't believe me. He knew me too well.
"Really? Nothing is wrong. You're perfectly fine. Well, I thought you would want to tell me, being your best mate and all. I guess not." Liam said, acting extremely hurt. I felt so bad for him! Of course I wanted to tell him! But how was I supposed to tell him that I loved him? How are you supposed to tell your best friend, who is basically your brother, that you want to be a couple?
"I'm sorry, Liam. I just don't feel like I can tell anyone yet. I promise you, you are my best mate. When I feel ready to tell anybody at all, I will come to you first." I tried to tell Liam. He still looked hurt. Like he had lost his best friend. Why wouldn't he just recognize that I didn't want to tell anybody?!
"Ok. I guess if you don't want to tell anyone, I should respect that. I just wanted to help you, that's all." Liam said as he walked out the door with his head facing the ground. What had I done?
Liam's POV:
How could Niall not want to tell me? Me. His best friend.
"What did he say?" I heard Louis ask when I walked into the living room.
"Nothing. He said that nothing was wrong." I retorted, seeming a little bit too angry.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked and added,
"Did you hear him right? Is that really what he said?"
Are you kidding?
"Yes I'm sure, Harry. What, do you think I need bloody hearing aids?" I snapped at Harry and started to walk out of the room.
"Just because he didn't want to tell you doesn't mean that you have to take it out on us, bloody hell." Louis said, just before I reached the door. I cringed. How could he tell?
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
Hope you liked it :)
I kind of merged two chapters together 'cause I thought that they worked better as one. I'm probably wrong :/
