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#153: Another Boy is in Love with You

#153: Another Boy is in Love with You - takemeee-home-one-direction

Niall: You watched your distraught boyfriend as he angrily paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair every so often. “Niall,” you started quietly, “I know you’re mad-“ “No shit (Y/N),” he snapped bitterly. He’s just upset, you told yourself in order to stay calm. Getting angry would only make this situation worse. “I-I can’t believe Louis… I d-didn’t think…” his words came out jumbled, much like his thoughts. He sighed heavily before taking a seat next to you, burying his head in his hands. Unsure if he was still irritated, you cautiously placed a hand on his back and rubbed soothing circles. After a few moments passed he finally spoke up, “Louis has been in love with you all this fucking time.” He laughed dryly, shaking his head. “Maybe you should talk to him,” you suggested, “don’t argue. That would only make it worse.” Niall seemed to contemplate this for a few seconds before he finally turned his head to look at you, “Yeah. That’s a good idea.” You smiled and gave him a light kiss, “I’ll go get your phone.” As soon as you got up however Niall placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into his lap. “Hold on babe,” he murmured as his lips neared yours, “You’re not going to leave me for Louis are you?” As he said each words his lips would brush against yours, sending chills through you. You thought he was kidding, surely he doesn’t believe that you would leave him, right? “You’re crazy to even think that I would.” Your answer satisfied him and he finally gave you a proper kiss, his grip on you tightening. You pulled away and gave him a small smile, “I love you. Please don’t fight with Louis about this whole thing.” He nodded and gave you a quick kiss before he let you retrieve his phone. 

Zayn: “Don’t act like the innocent one here Liam,” you cringed at the sound of Zayn’s voice. He wasn’t yelling but his voice was definitely not the friendliest it could have been. But could you blame him? Your best friend had just admitted that he was in love with you, a year after he had set you up with Zayn. Your head was spinning and you felt like throwing up. Two of the most important people in your life could possibly be fighting over you. The image of them throwing punches at each other made you bolt up from your seat into the kitchen. What kind of person would you be if you let your boyfriend and your best friend hurt each other? You pushed the door open forcefully, letting them know that you were coming in. You didn’t know what to expect, possibly a hurt Liam or Zayn pinned to the refrigerator as he received punches, but you weren’t expecting to see them sitting at the kitchen table having a normal conversation. “W-what…” you started, eyes narrowing at them. “I thought I told you to stay in the living room (Y/N),” Zayn said with a frown. You scowled at him and crossed your arms, “I thought you two were killing each other.” Both the boys chuckled and you grew more confused. “So are you two… okay?” They looked at each other before turning to you to nod their heads yes. “We talked about it and there aren’t any hard feelings,” your boyfriend informed you making you sigh in relief. “Good,” you murmured, taking a seat next to Zayn. He gave you a small smile and pulled your chair closer to him, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You felt Liam’s eyes on you, but as soon as you made eye contact he tore his gaze away. 

Louis: Shivering, you knocked on Niall’s door, stuffing your hands back into the front pocket of Louis’s sweatshirt. After a few moments Niall opened the door, quickly making room for you to come in. “You must be freezing (Y/N),” he muttered as he shut the door, giving you a worried look. You gave him a small smile and pulled the hood off your head, “It’s fine. A little rain is nothing new here in London.” Niall chuckled and nodded, “Can’t argue with you on that one.” “So is Louis here yet?” you asked, scanning the room for your boyfriend. You saw Niall’s expression drop a little bit but you chose to let it go, walking with him into the living room. “Not yet. He said he’d be here soon though,” he told you, sitting down on the couch with you next to him. “You really love him don’t you?” you were startled at Niall’s random question, making you shift uncomfortably. “Yeah of course,” you murmured, avoiding eye contact with him. He nodded and fiddled with his hands for a second before saying, “What if I told you that I love you?” Your eyes widened and you nearly jumped out of your seat. “N-Niall don’t joke around like that,” you laughed nervously. He frowned at you, “I’m telling the truth (Y/N).” He started to move closer to you and you panicked, immediately standing up and stepping away from the couch. Before anything else could be said there was knock on the door and you took it as an opportunity to leave the room. “Louis,” you sighed in relief as you opened the door. He gave you a bright smile and kissed your cheek as he stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him. “Niall! I’m here!” he shouted cheerfully as he led you back to the living room. Niall’s eyes found your intertwined hands and you saw hurt flash through them before he plastered a smile on his face, acting as if your early conversation had never happened. 

Liam: “Get off me Liam!” You laughed as your boyfriend tackled Niall, their Xbox remotes long forgotten. “You cheated!” “You just suck ye cunt!” At this point Louis and Harry were cheering them on, taking sides and laughing at them. Smiling and shaking your head you turned to look at Zayn who looked uninterested in the boys’ banter. You gave him a questioning look but he ignored it, staring down at his phone. Standing up, you announced that you were going to get some snacks for everyone. The boys paid little attention since they were still caught up in Niall and Liam tackling each other. You motioned for Zayn to help and this time he complied, following you into the kitchen. “You okay?” you asked him as you opened the refrigerator, searching for some food. “Been better,” he muttered simply. Frowning, you decided to stop your search for food to ask him, “What’s wrong?” He looked down and licked his lips, “It’s nothing (Y/N).” “Do I have to pretend to be Liam for you to tell me what’s bothering you?” you joked, giving him a smile. He looked up and scowled at you, murmuring quietly, “He’s actually the problem.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confusion dawning over you, “Did you and Liam get into a fight?” Zayn hesitated before he took a deep breath, “I love you (Y/N).” You were shocked to say the least, and once that wore off you shook your head vigorously, “Z-Zayn are you crazy?” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe I am. Trust me, if I could just snap my fingers and forget about you I would.” You gulped; you’ve never seen this side of Zayn before. He was bitter and cold, obviously hurt. You were at a loss for words so you retreated, slowly leaving the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” you offered quietly as you left to rejoin the boys, finding a seat next to Liam on the couch. “Where’s the food (Y/N)?” Louis asked as he furiously pressed the buttons on his controller. “Zayn will probably bring it out,” you muttered weakly as Liam wrapped an arm around you. Resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, you close your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. 

Harry: His knuckles were white from gripping onto the steering wheel too hard, a vein visible in his temple from being so angry. He was speeding a good ten miles over the limit and you were starting to get scared. “Harry calm down,” you told him, clinging onto the armrest. He didn’t respond for a few seconds, but he saw that you were frightened so he slowed down and loosened his grip on the wheel. “He has some nerve,” he muttered, clearly annoyed. “I don’t want you two to fight because of this,” you said, stressed out from this whole thing. “He told you he loved you (Y/N),” Harry spat, keeping his eyes on the road, “what the fuck is that about?” You bit your lip, you couldn’t keep making excuses for Niall, Harry would just get angrier. The car whizzed past the street Harry’s flat was on and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend. “We’re paying Niall a visit,” he said simply, taking the familiar roads to the blonde’s house. “Harry this isn’t worth it,” you told him, worried he’d do something he would later regret. He sighed and came to a stop at a red light, “I just want to talk to him babe.” He looked at you and his eyes smoldered when he saw the worried look on your face. “I promise,” he assured you. Harry had requested you to stay in the car when he went in to go talk to Niall and you agreed. That random phone call from him where he admitted he was in love with you left things quite awkward. Ten minutes had passed when Harry came out; you scanned him for any cuts or bruises and were satisfied when you didn’t find any. “What’d you guys talk about?” you asked, curious at how it went. He shrugged and started the car, “That’s confidential.” You scowled at him and he laughed, leaning over the console to kiss you, “It was fine babe. We didn’t beat each other up.” “Good,” you breathed as you pulled him in for another kiss.