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

Chapter Four.!

A/N So, I totally had most of this typed out, but me being stupid, didn't save it as I went along and my mom's laptop decided to play a game and SHUT OFF WITHOUT ME SAVING ANYTHING. So, needless to say, I'm a little more than angry.

Anywhore, new character, Zayn's P.O.V., Niall's P.O.V., Liam's P.O.V., obsessive use of commas, and a dedication to......

You guessed it! angiedashpangie for making me a cover, supporting me, inspiring me, and just being plain awesome.

She's also the new character (as per the cover deal).

Enjoy.

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&Zayn P.O.V.& (Not with you yet Angie. Don't get too excited.)

"That was not how that was supposed to go Niall." I said as soon as he walked out of Liam's door.

"Why not? I told you he didn't love me like that." He said.

"Because he flacking does Nialler!" I said, throwing open Liam's door, irritation present on my features.

"You. Up. Now." I said.

"No." He replied.

"Did that sound like a question Liam?" I said, getting angrier by the second. "Because it sure as hell was not. Now get up, out of your bed, NOW!"

"Why?" He asked, sitting up quickly. "So you can try to convince me to 'tell Niall how I feel'? Because it's not working."

"You are going to tell him."

"No. I'm not." He said, getting out of bed and pulling a shirt on. "Now either you move, or I make you." He said, glaring at me after grabbing his wallet and keys.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Danielle's." He said, pushing past me and making his way to the door.

"Why?"

"Don't wait for me." He said, slamming the door. I stood there, not quite sure what to do when I heard sniffles. I followed the sound and found my self upstairs outside Niall's bedroom.

"Niall?" I asked, knocking softly. All I got was a sniffle in response. "You okay mate?" I asked, pushing open the door.

"Fine." I heard him say, not turning to look at me from his position facing the wall on his bed. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"What's wrong mate?" I asked, sitting beside him on his bed, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know. I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to love him like this. He's my best mate. I can't." He replied, sobbing out the words.

"Ni-" I was cut off from yelling from downstairs.

"WELL IF SHE WAS YOUR EX THEN WHY WAS SHE ON YOUR LAP LOUIS?" I heard Harry shouting, then slamming the front door, stomping off to somewhere in the house.

"I LIVE HERE TOO HAROLD! YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE MY KEYS AND LOCK ME OUT!" I heard Lou yell, probably from the other side of the door. I walked down stairs to find Harry leaned over with his hands on the counter, facing the counter top in the kitchen.

"SCREW YO-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! NOW!" I hollered, silencing both of them. "Harry, unlock the door. NOW!" I told him. When he did what I said, I turned to face Louis. "Now explain to me what the hell happened."