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

14 - Moving On [Decisions and Secrets (part 2)]

'Allo my loverlies! It's Abby here, just coming to wish all of my fellow Canadians a very happy CANADA DAY!! I hope you all are enjoying your day of celebration (wait, why are you here reading this if you're supposed to be out celebrating?)!!

I hope you all enjoy the chapter! I just want to say, I've been having people comment about how close the boys keep coming and how they keep missing out on it, but don't worry; this story is a Niam fanfic for a reason. But as I believe they (whoever they are) say, you can't get better until you get worse. Or something like that. Basically, you have to hit rock bottom before you'll have anything to stand on to make your way back up.

So, as usual, I'm asking you to comment and/or vote and even fan if you like this story that much. I love reading what you all have to say about this story. It pleases me greatly. :D

-Abby

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*Liam's POV* 
(that night)

I'm a coward. I am the biggest coward in the entire world. I took the easy out. I had planned to tell Niall how I felt about him weeks ago, but instead I waited until the last minute to just imply that I like him. I mean, it's Wednesday night and my family isn't moving until Saturday, but my dad called a couple of days ago from the house in Wolverhampton and told mum that he needed me to join him to finish setting up.

I have an early morning flight from Dublin to Manchester, so mum is taking us all up there tonight. That's the real reason I was being picked up early from Niall's house. The female side of my family is staying Dublin while dad and I finish preparing the house for them. I waited until after I knew all of this to fail at telling my closest friend that I like him as more than a friend.

So, I'm a coward. We're on our way to Dublin now and Niall has no idea. He doesn't have my number in Wolverhampton and I don't know if he'll even want to talk to me after what happened. I am probably the worst friend ever.

"Are you alright, Liam?" Nicole asks from the seat beside me.

"I'm fine, why?"

"You've been staring out the window ever since we left Niall's house."

I sigh before turning to face my older sister. "I'm alright, Nic, I'm just tired."

My sister leans over and ruffles my hair before patting me on the shoulder and smiling at me. "I'm just trying to take care of my little brother."

I smile back at her before leaning against the window again. This time I close my eyes and hope to drift off to sleep. 

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(Sunday night)

We just got our Internet set up earlier, so I've been using Ruthie's laptop. She said I could use it first because she was still able to contact her friends via the Internet up until Saturday morning while they were at the hotel. The first thing I do is open up Facebook, Twitter and Skype.

Okay, a couple of wasteful notifications about FarmVille. That's normal. A new message from... Niall James Horan. Oh crap. I'll let that wait. Oh look, I have a direct message on Twitter! From... Oh. Niall. Damn. And... He's not online on Skype right now.

I open the tab that has Facebook again and click on the message from Niall. I scroll up a bit and realize he's actually sent me four different messages. Shit.

Wednesday at 7:39pm: "Hey, Li, I have something I need to talk to you about tomorrow, okay? It's important."

I read over the first message again and mentally slap myself. What have I done?