Disco Sucks || niam || au.

viii. liam

Where did all that confidence I had on the phone come from?

I hope Niall didn't get the wrong idea. I didn't want to sleep with him, that wasn't my intentions. Well, if he wanted to, I was up to it, but why would he be?

My palms were clammy as hell and I began to sweat a bit.

Gross. I'm a sweating mess. Niall wouldn't want to be near me now.

Only minutes later, the doorbell rang, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin.

Running my fingers through my hair, I checked myself out in the mirror, fixing any possible turn-offs.

I mean that in the best way possible.

"Jesus, Liam! Answer the door!"

"Coming!"

I jogged to the door, quickly opening it, hitting my face in the process.

"Ow!"

"Oh my God! Did I hit you in the face, Li?"

Rubbing my face a little, I gave a small smile. "No, you're good. It was all me."

Niall kicked his shoes off and closed the door behind him.

"I just figured it out!"

"Figured what out?"

"Who you look like." I said, sheepishly scratching the back of my neck.

"Well who?"

I headed into the family room, where a few snacks and things were on the coffee table.

"The lead singer of The Cars."

"You listen to the cars?"

I shrugged a shoulder, "Disco isn't the only music I listen to, y'know. But yeah, I dig them okay,"

"They're great! Especially that one song...what's it called..."

"Just What I Needed?"

"Yes! How'd you know?" he said, eyes fixed upon mine.

I chuckled, "That's the only one I know."

Niall crossed arms and made this cute little pouty face. "For a second I thought..."

"Sorry babe, I'm not into rock as much as you think."

"Oh, so we're calling each other babe now?"

Blushing a deep, embarrassing red, I muttered, "That's not what I meant..."

Niall coughed a bit, "Anyway, you think I look like the lead singer from The Cars?"

"Little bit. You're way younger looking though."

"Why thank you. You look way younger than Burt Reynolds, just to let you know."

We talked on the couch for the next few hours, relaxing, drinking some Cokes, watching the telly a little, but mostly talking to one another.

Sometime after those hours, Niall and I passed out on the couch, his head leaned into my shoulder. You could almost say we're snuggling.

"Thank you so much for having me over," Niall murmured into my bicep.

"Mhmm..." I mumbled, half-awake, half-asleep.

"I should probably go soon. I'm not sure when you're parents will come home."

He got up and stretched his arms, leaving me cold and still tired.

"We've been here for about twenty minutes, Liam."

I shot up quickly, using my hands to un-wrinkle my shirt.

"Well I gotta go!" Niall said, throwing his shoes on.

"Wait, Niall!"

He fumbled with the doorknob a little, trying to open the door.

My mum pointed in Niall's direction, "Go get him." she mouthed.

I ran out the door in my socks, grabbing Niall's wrist before he got in the car.

"T-That was so embarrassing! I'm so sorry, Liam. Please don't hate me, please."

I chuckled. "Why would I hate you, Ni? You're my favourite Irish lad, y'know."

He giggled and blushed some more, "Thanks, Liam."

"Li, call me Li. Only you."

"Thanks, Li." he whispered.

I noticed Niall kept taking glances at my lips, and I hope that he meant he wanted to kiss me, but I guess I'll find out in a minute.

Casually putting my hand on the roof of his Escort, I started to lean in, hoping he'd catch the vibe.

Thankfully, he did and I pressed my lips on his.

Niall wrapped his arms around my neck and I used my other hand to cup his cheek.

We stood there, awkwardly, kissing each other for a few minutes, until I pulled back from lack of air.

"Damn, Payne. You're good."

"Thanks, I tried. You too, Horan. Not bad at all."

"Well I best be going. Seeya around, Li."

I waved and watched Niall leave my house.

The warm feeling, the butterflies, all the things you want in a kiss, just weren't really there. I mean the butterflies, yeah, but no spark or anything.

I'm pretty sure Niall is into me, and I want to be into him, but I'm not sure how I feel.

I was so in-love with Danielle just weeks ago, so its somewhat hard to just kick out your old feelings and welcome new ones right after.

Niall is such a sweet, caring, all-around perfect guy, but I'm not sure if I can bring myself so suddenly to have the hots for him.

Danielle was my first love and its hard to just throw that away. I broke up with her because I thought I was gay, but now I'm not so sure.

All I know is I'm really confused with who I am right now.

So like any genius, I called Danielle up and invited her over to talk.

Not too long after our brief conversation on the phone, Danielle made it to my house.

We hurried up the stairs to my bedroom, slamming the door shut.

"Alright, Li. What's up?"

"I don't know. I'm just so confused." I whined, slouching on my bed, back against the wall.

"Tell me everything and I'll try my best to help."

So, I spilled everything, from the very first time Niall and I met, just shortly after calling it quits with Danielle, to the kiss we just shared not too long ago.

"So what you're saying is...?"

"I think I really like Niall, but..."

"But what?"

I took a deep breath, "But I think I'm still in-love with you."