My Best Friend (Niam)

Chapter 27

"Let's go inside." Liam stroked the boy's blonde hair and he just nodded, breaking away from that hug. Both boys got out of the car and went into the house, everything was dark but the light bulbs went on when Payne turned on the switch "I'll go through the medicine cabinet" Liam didn't wait for answers and went to the kitchen, returned to the living room already with the first-aid kit and sat next to the blonde on the couch.

"Is it going to hurt?" Niall asked innocently and Liam smiled.

"A lot, but I know you're strong." Liam took some cotton, dipped it in alcohol, and began to run it gently down the Irishman's nose, which caused it to turn red in the bloode.

The blonde occasionally closed his eyes tightly when he felt the pressure of the cotton on his nose, it hurts a lot but he knew that this would stop the bleeding. Once stopped, Liam asked him to close his injured eye, sprayed it with a spray and Niall screamed."It's okay. Easy, yeah? "The Irishman only nodded and the Englishman continued to wipe his eye with a handkerchief." It will turn purple," he said, keeping things in the medicine cabinet. "Do you want something to eat?" Niall just shook his head at the floor, his eyesight was lost "something to drink?"

"Just sleep," he said with a lump in his throat.

"Okay," was the only thing the older boy said and followed the Irishman up the stairs.

Upon reaching the room, Liam turned on the light again, apparently Niall did not want to have any clarity. When he turned it on, he noticed that the little one was without his shirt, he had started to change, so he just started doing the same thing in silence. When the little boy was in boxer he bit his lip when he saw his ass, but he had to control himself, he knew it was not the time for that.

Niall slipped under the comforter and wrapped himself up to his neck when he finished putting on his nightclothes. Liam looked at his worried face and sighed helplessly, once he was with his clothes on, he turned off the lights and lay down next to him.The British only looked at the ceiling in the darkness, everything was silent, until he began to hear sobs by his side. His little one was crying again. Liam bit inside his cheek, he couldn't do anything, and he felt bad, he had never liked to see or hear Niall cry. Shit, that was the most horrible thing in the whole world.

Liam turned around and wrapped the body of the blonde in his arms, then Niall hugged him and began to cry more strongly in his chest, he cared about ruining Liam's black shirt, but in those moments he needed his warmth and comfort. A few minutes later the little boy's sobs gradually subsided, to the point where nothing else was heard. The British boy knew that the boy had fallen asleep, wept until he fell asleep.

He looked at his face, which was bathed in the tears that kept coming out. With his thumbs he wiped the Irishman's face and then kissed his forehead to hug him again. He felt like shit for not being able to do anything for the boy, and it felt like shit too because after all it was his idea to tell his parents, all he can do now is to give him support and try to be the best boyfriend in the world. Without further ado, Liam fell asleep hugging the Irishman, offering him his warmth.

The next morning, Niall woke up and not at the same time: His brain felt awake, but his eyes refused to open, he felt comfortable, a familiar warmth enveloped him with a smell of detergent and the sensation of being surrounded by arms. He woke up as he heard the sound of something banging loudly on the window, as if it were falling heavily. It was at that moment when he opened his eyes for the pain he felt in his nose ..

After a few minutes, Niall removed all traces of sleep from his nervous system. His blue gaze was fixed on what was in front, a black shirt, that was the reason for the smell of detergent, the detergent he used. The blond separated from the body that had him imprisoned and raised his gaze to the face of his boyfriend. There was the Englishman, peacefully asleep, his big strong arms embraced the little boy, he had protected him all night. In that, the memories of last night invaded his head: The house of his parents, his mother hugging them, Liam and him watching a football game with his father on the couch, dinner, confession, discussion, hits, his eye, his nose, and most shocking, Liam hitting his father on the cheek. He could only sum it up to one word: Homophobia.