Niall’s POV:
It had been only a few days after my death that it began to sink in that I was well…dead…jeez, that’s depressing to think about. But apparently there was a reason that I wasn’t able to move on after my death. It was something about still being in love, or something. All I know is that the big guy upstairs said it wasn’t my time yet, and so I had to stay here. Anyways, I had just been wondering the streets of London when I felt a pull at where my heart would be, and I followed it only to be led into the hotel where the other four lads were staying, and let’s just say, it was a total mess. Liam was literally howling for some unknown reason, and Louis and Harry, were both in a corner with wide eyes as they stared at Liam who seemed to be out of it and was just tearing things apart, while trying to fight off Zayn who was trying to I guess pin my favorite friend down to the ground.
“Liam, Liam! Please calm down!” Zayn screamed as he tried to get a hold on Liam.
Liam only snarled, yeah legit snarled back at Zayn like an animal and lunged towards the Bradford bad boy.
“Liam no!” I screamed.
Suddenly two pairs of eyes shot to where I was standing. Liam’s eyes were a shade of liquid gold that mesmerized me to my core while Zayn’s eyes were a dark shade of blood red.
“Liam? Zayn?” Louis whispered out in a slightly terrified voice.
“Niall?” Liam and Zayn both chorused at the same time.
Both lads fell to the ground, and I stood frozen at the exact same spot watching both Louis and Harry rush over to help Zayn and Liam up from the ground. I immediately heard a voice in my head.
“Leave now.” It said icily, and with that I floated away swiftly till I was outside the hotel.
I had to figure out what was going on, and soon…
Zayn’s POV:
I woke up to the feeling of my throat being extremely parched, and knew that I had to feed sometime soon, at least within the week, or else I would go crazy and attack one of my mates…or Liam. Oh Liam, how can I help you? I knew that Liam was going to be hurting from all the hateful comments being sent his way, but I never knew he was this sensitive, and all I wanted was to help him.
“Zayn, you awake?” the Doncastor accented voice of Louis asked me from behind the door to my room.
“Mmhmm…” I answered back not wanting to get out of bed, partially because I was too exhausted after last night’s fighting with Liam, who had flipped out and acted like he was an animal. I also didn’t want to get out of bed due to the fact that I was also not in the mood to talk to anyone, except Liam…
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
Louis opened the door and was about to set foot in, when I heard something break downstairs. Opening my eyes, I knew something was going on because I could hear shouting that sounded distinctly like Liam coming from the living room. So I made myself get out of my warm bed and made my way down to the living room only to be met with the sight of Liam on his phone yelling at whoever was on the other end of the phone.
“Yes, I’m sure that I’m not crazy! What else do you want from me? You want what?! NO! I won’t let you do that to us! Just-Just leave us alone!”
“Who was that?” I asked Liam quietly.
“Management.” Liam just growled out.
“What did they want?” I said as I slipped behind him and started to rub his shoulders firmly.
Liam let out a sigh of exasperation. “Just wanted to force us into yet another interview, and wanting to see if I need to be checked into a mental asylum…fucking dickheads.”
I let out a slight chuckle as Liam turned around to face me with an eyebrow raised at me.
“Just laughing at how you hate management so much nowadays.” I told him as he leaned in towards me.
I may have not said this to any of the lads, but I’m bisexual, and have always liked Liam as more than just a friend. Same with Niall, but seeing as Niall was well you know…dead, I felt as though Niall would want me to be with Liam, so when Liam leaned forward to capture my lips in his own, I couldn’t help but feel slightly excited down there, and also excited in my heart, plus I could feel butterflies in my stomach being all fluttery. Soon I was kissing back and moving my tongue with his own. Our tongues dancing and battling for dominance. Too soon though Liam pulled away with the need to breathe, as was I also needing to breathe and gain air.
“Well that was quite a show…” An Irish voice said from near bye.
“Niall?”
“Well who else do you expect it to be?”
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! :D
