Butterflies (Niam + Larry)

Chapter 1

                                                                     -Niall-

I pull my tanktop over my blonde hair and push my arms through. Glancing over at my hotel room closet, I pull out my red and white Adidas. I grab my black Ray Bans and my phone and step out the door. Just as I'm leaving my room, Liam comes out of his. I take a second to look at him, my eyes involuntarily roaming over his muscular back that's covered by a purple tee. His coarse brown hair is perfectly tousled and his eyes are the color of chocolate as he turns to greet me. His arm claps onto my shoulders, making butterflies flap in my stomach. I've been getting these weird feelings when he touches me lately. I can't figure it out! It's not as if I'm gay or anything. But it's like my knees go weak each time he hugs me or grins at me. I have no idea why! There's no way I could be gay, I like girls. I guess I just need to stop thinkng about it. It'll go away if I quit obsessing over it.

Luckily, Harry and Louis burst out of their room and the bright sound of their laughter distracts my thoughts from Liam's gorgeous face. I mean, his nice face! I just admire his style! I push the weird thoughts away and realize Zayn hasn't joined us yet. Knowing Paul, he'll be rushing us into the bus right on time, so we better make sure Zayn is ready. I knock on his door. 

"Zayn!" I yell "C'mon!" I don't hear a sound. Pulling on the door knob, I peer into the still dark room. his curtains are shut and Zayn is sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around his legs. I chuckle and step closer, shaking his shoulder. 

"Zaynie Poo, it's time to wake up!" I coo in a fake mum-voice. He mumurs something uncomprehensible and turns his head away. Louis takes his chance and jumps onto Zayn, yelling "SUPERMAA-A-AAN!" Watching Zayn glare at Louis and push him away, I chuckle and poke Harry teasingly. 

"I bet you want a wake up like that!" I giggle, referring to the major bromance the two of them have. I swear it borders on an actual couple. I secretly wish they would just kiss and admit to each other that they share a hidden love. Focusing back on Zayn, I notice he is now upright and moving. 

"Good! You aren't dead!" I joke and give him a high five. Louis, Harry and I back out of the room so he can get ready. Back out in the hall, Lou and Harry run to the elevator, pushing the button 700 times. Liam is leaning against the wall, glaring at the carpet, his sweet pink lips curved into a frown. Uh, just observing that his lips aren't chapped like mine! I place my hand on his shoulder-which feels really buff-I should really begin lifting again.

"No amount of glaring will make this carpet look good, Li." I laugh. He looks up at me, brown eyes twinkling. The lights in this hotel are pretty bright. Then he smirks and says bitterly,

"Oh is Zayn up already?" I step back, hurt by his tone. 

"Y-yeah." I say, wondering why he is being bitter. "You okay?" I ask. Liam sighs and shakes his head. I frown, was that a no? Then he opens his arms and wraps me in a hug. I shiver with pleasure when I feel his warm, strong arms around me. I hug him back tightly. Is it cold in this hotel, or is it just me? 

"Sorry, Nialler, I didn't mean to sound harsh." He says. His voice is definitely what girls would call sexy. Okay, I really need to get myself in check. What's going on! I let go of him and nod. 

"S'fine, Li." Zayn's emerges from his room behind me and I turn to wrap an arm around his neck and muss his hair. See, with all the other boys I can mess around just fine without getting all mushy and weird. Thank goodness. I don't know whats up with me. I follow behind Zayn as Liam guides us into the lift so that Paul won't yell at us for being late. 

We hustle through the lobby with the security guys automatically surrounding us so we can head for the buses. I brace myself for the screams and grin widely as we step into the warm California air, greeted by dozens of overzealous girls. I wave at the mass of signs, camera flashes and exclamations of "Liam over here!", "Niall!!!!", "Zayn, you're so sexy!" and "Louis kiss Harry!"  I chuckle at the last one which makes all the screams turn to "Niall we love you!", "Your laugh is adorable!" These girls are so crazy, I love how supportive they are. Anywhere we go, there they are,  making sure they can keep track of us. I wouldn't call it stalker-ish. I would call it dedicated. Without them, there's no us!