You Make My Heart Race (Larry & Niam) (One Direction) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Three.!

A/N Dedicated to angiedashpangie for her sweet and demanding-that-I-upload comments that made me smile like a dummy c: I love you hun!

For right now, I'm just going to keep Liam and Niall's P.O.V.'s because I'm not quite ready for the other boys' because there isn't really anything going on with them right now. Bear with me babes!

So...I need a cover...anyone willing? I'll give you a part in the story and a dedication?

Anywhore, enough babbling. Onwards, my loves!

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^Liam's P.O.V.^

I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched Niall and Zayn play around together. When Niall took Zayn's hand it was even harder for me to keep my cool. I don't know what's wrong with me. He's supposed to be my best mate. Why do I feel like this? I growled in frustration, running my hands through my hair. Why can't I love Danielle like this? Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, just not like I love Niall. This is so hard.

Why do I even love him? He is just supposed to be a mate. Maybe if I ignore him it'll go away.

(A/N I'm going to switch P.O.V.'s for a little bit now. Small change?)

*Niall P.O.V.* :D

Zayn turned to look at me on the way to Nando's. "Niall..." He trailed off with a sigh.

"Zayn?" I replied.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course mate." I said.

"Liam loves you." What?

"What?" I said, shocked as to why he would say that. "No he doesn't. We're mates."

 "Okay. And? So were Louis and Harry. Look at them now. Walking in the kitchen, wearing their clothes backwards." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's pretty obvious, have you seen the way he looks at you?" He sighed again.

"Zay-" I tried. He interupted me, with a stern look.

"No Niall. He does. I'm telling you this so you know. So you can decide how you feel. So you don't have to wonder anymore Niall." He said, getting louder with each word.

"He can-" He cut me off again, getting angry.

"He DOES Niall." He said, aggravation clear in his voice. Not towards me, but towards my un-acceptance. He can't love me. I know he doesn't. He loves Danielle.

"Danielle." I said simply, knowing he wouldn't let me say more.

"He doesn't love her like he loves you." He said, calmer this time, but still annoyed.

"Okay, okay." I said, throwing my hands up in defeat, still not quite believing him. "I'll talk to him when we get home." I said as we walked through the doors of my favorite restaurant.

"Good." He said. "You need to."

We ordered our food and sat down, eating in silence. I let my thoughts distract me from the noises around the place. Thinking of Liam. Could he really love me? How do I feel about it? How do I feel about him? How am I going to start the conversation? Am I going to hold my word to Zayn and actually talk to him? Why does he love me, if he does? I'm just Niall. Nothing special. Why is he with Danielle if Zayn is right? Why, why, why?!

"Niall!" I heard Zayn shout. ouch. I looked down and my finger was in my mouth. Apparently, I had gotten so deep in thought I hadn't realized my sandwich was gone and I was biting my fingers. (A/N I don't know if they have sandwiches at Nando's. It was the first finger food I thought of.)

"What are you thinking so hard about mate?" Zayn asked me.

"Liam." I said, before I could stop myself.

"Mmhmm." He said as we paid and left, walking back home.

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&Liam P.O.V.&

I heard the front door open, then close back as footsteps sounded from the living room.

"Liam?" I heard Niall call. I jumped in bed under the covers, not wanting to talk to him. I heard a sad sigh coming from my doorway. "Zayn, he fell back asleep. I don't think I can talk to him." He said, masking his apparent relief with mock sadness. I guess he didn't want to talk to me.

"No. You're talking to him." I heard Zayn say, right before he bounded into my room and jumped on top of me.

"Urgh, Zayn. Get offffffffffffffffffffffffffff." I said, trying to sound half-awake.

"You weren't asleep." He said simply, before climbing off of my stomach and stood by Niall, pushing him towards me. "Now, I'm going to be outside. You two aren't leaving this room until you have had a conversation I am satisfied with." He said with a smirk as he walked outside my room, shutting the door behind him and probably sitting in front of it, blocking either of us from leaving. Niall sighed, running a hand through his perfect blonde hair. I climbed out from under the covers and sat up, patting the space next to me.

"What does he want us to talk about?" I asked Niall, confused.

"Hf tfhksh hoo uff mf." He mumbled, his hands covering his face.

"What?" I asked him.

"I saidddddddddddd," he started dramatically. "Hethinksyouloveme."

"Slow down Nialler." I said, pulling his face out of his hands and turning his head to face me. "Repeat that. Slowly and clearly."

"He thinks you love me." He said, looking at his lap, a blush creeping onto his face.

"Of course I do, Nialler." I said, in mock amusement with a forced chuckle. "You're my best mate." I said, forcing a smile onto my face that probably looked more like a crack-headed monkey about to start crying.

"Nf lfk thft." He said, his face in his hands again.

"Nialler, no more face covering, and no more mumbling." I said, moving his hands yet again. "Now repeat that, slowly and clearly."

"Not like that. He said you love me. More than you love Danielle. I told him you didn't, that we were just mates, but he insisted. He said he could see it in the way you look at me." He said, looking me in the eyes. Confusion clear on his perfect face.

"Haha." I said, forcing an amused look. "Sure I do Nialler. And Zayn isn't vain." I saw shock and pain flash across his gorgeous features, before he returned a fake-looking smile.

"Exactly what I said Li." He said, getting up and walking to the door, the pain still showing in his eyes. I must be imagining that. If I'm not then I must have just hurt his ego by denying him like that.

He couldn't feel the same.

He never would.

I layed back on my bed, the tears falling yet again. Why can't he love me? Why can't he feel the same? Why can't I get over him?

I made a decision right then and there.

I'm going to make him hate me. He'll avoid me, and I'll get over him and love Danielle and only Danielle. I thought with a smile.

I had the perfect plan.

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A/N Don't kill me! Please! I have a plan! A better one than Liam's!