Niam.... only a dream?

What have I done?

Niall's POV

I left Liam's room after telling him that dinner was in about 45 minutes. I was thinking about the interview. Why didn't Liam tell me about the interview? Did he think I wouldn't approve whoever he liked? We were best mates, he should trust me... Or did I do something that lost his trust?

I walked into the kitchen and ran into Harry making us both stumble.

"Sorry, Haz." I mumbled and regained my balance.

Harry shrugged and leaned against the counter, "It's fine... Hey have you talked to Liam since the interview?"

I nodded and looked at Harry.

His eyes were roaming my face as if looking for something to show on it. I felt my cheeks heat up but I didn't know why. It was just Haz and we were only talking about Liam. They were just my mates.

"What?" I said getting self concious.

His eyes squinted, "I think it's you. You're who he likes."

I looked at him with wide eyes and doubled over in laughter. He was joking right? Liam didn't like me. We were just friends, nothing more.

Harry shook his head, "Never mind, just forget it. I'm not Liam so I wouldn't know who he likes."

I looked at him and nodded. He went back to finishing dinner. I sat down at the table and my thoughts began to wonder.

Was Harry right? Did Liam like me? No we were just best friends. Nothing else. Besides I didn't feel that way about him. He was more like a brother than anything and I'm just Niall. I'm nothing special. There is nothing special about me anyways. Liam could have anyone he wanted. He wouldn't want me.

But if we were just friends then why did he seem to look like he was freaking out when I joked with him and told him to kiss me after the interview. He might think I like him more than a friend. No he knows I was joking. Maybe I should go talk to him again...

"Dinner is ready!" Harry hollored so the others could hear him.

I stood up from the table and got a plate around as the other boys came down well minus Liam. Maybe he was talking to someone on the phone... I wont bother him.

I sat back down at the table and Zayn sat on my left with Louis on my right and Harry next to Lou. That left the seat between Zayn and Harry, where Liam should be sitting.

We all ate in silence then one by one we all headed to bed. I was the last to bed because it was my night to do the dishes. Liam had never ended up coming down for dinner so he was probably asleep.

I walked upstairs and knocked on his door lightly. There was no answer so I opened the door and peeked in.

Liam was wrapped up in his blankets in a ball. The look on his face was full of pain. I couldn't help but walk over to him. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his back gently. His face started to relax.

I started to stand up when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back down. My eyes widened but I didn't pull against them.

"Please, Ni, don't leave me..." Liam's voice was grogily and I couldn't say no to him.

I climbed in next to him and faced him. His arms never left my waist as I got comfortable in his bed.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I guess I didn't do anything wrong after all.