Light On {Niam Love Story}

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A/N: Terribly sorry for the wait. Been so busy lately - got sicker than sick, too. But, I've finally got around to typing up this chapter. Once again, this is dedicated to BiggestNiallanator69 because she's really the only reason I'm keeping this up - because she's the only one who told me it was worth keeping up. There's no song for this chapter, because I'm really not in the mood to find one. Comments, as always, are appreciated - as well as votes. Enjoy, I guess.

"Hi. I'm the one you forgot about."

 Going out to eat was uneventful.

Niall didn't eat a bite - he just stared down at the mess of food on his plate. Harry refused to eat unless Niall did - he spent the majority of his time trying to shove a fork down the blond's throat. Liam tried not to stare at the two, and tried to focus strictly on his breakfast. He was, however, failing at doing such. Zayn and Louis weren't oblivious to the tension - they just pretended to be by acting like complete idiots.

"Come on, Niall," Harry pleaded, shoving the fork up to Niall's closed lips. "Just one bite? You love food! Just eat it!"

Niall grunted, and refused to peel his lips apart even to speak. Harry groaned, and threw the fork down on his plate. He crossed his arms across his chest, and slumped down in his seat. Everyone could see Harry's obvious irritation, but they tried to ignore it.

Louis smiled at the pair, "Guys, guys! Should we-"

"Go home?" Liam hastily interrupted, making Louis' mouth immediately snap shut. "I think that's the best idea that's ever spewed out from your lips, Lou."

He stood up, grabbed the car keys from the center of the table, and stormed out of the restaurant - leaving the boys sitting there, stunned.

Louis frowned, "What's his problem?"

Niall silently shook his head before violently pushing himself away from the table, and thundering outside, and to the car - where Liam was gripping at the steering with white hands. Niall gritted his teeth, and yanked the passenger door open. Liam's head snapped up as Niall sat himself down in the seat beside him.

"What is your deal?" Niall hissed through closed teeth. "What did I ever do to you to make you despise me so much?"

Liam's silence made Niall's eyes sting.

Don't cry, Niall. He already thinks your a baby. Stop, stop, stop!

But Niall couldn't help the tears that began trickling down his cheeks. Liam saw, and to Niall's surprise, his expression softened. His grip loosened from the wheel, and his eyes lost their glazed look. Niall hiccuped, and even more tears fell from his eyes.

Liam frowned, "Niall, I don't despise you - I never could. You're my best friend, Ni. I know I haven't really been acting like it lately, but that's only because I worry about you, you know? You're so distant, and I don't like it. I just, feel the need to watch over you - as crazy as it sounds, I can't help but worry about you."

Niall threw himself into Liam's arms.

~-~-~

"Damn," Harry groaned as he flopped down on the bed. "That was the worst flight, ever."

Louis sat down beside him, and buried his face in his hands, "No, it was actually pretty fun - just way too long."

The door swung open, and Liam stumbled in with a sleeping Niall in his arms, and Zayn, who was carrying all their bags, behind them. Liam set Niall down on the bed beside Harry's, and stretched out his limbs before collapsing on the floor. 

"Ugh," he groaned audibly. "I'm so tired."

"Yeah," Zayn huffed as he dropped all the luggage at once. "I kind of figured that much once you dumped all your shit on me."

Liam smiled innocently before turning to Harry, "How many rooms does this suite have, anyways?"

"Two," Harry answered. "You and Niall can have the second - since me and Louis got here first, you guys can be the ones to move all your stuff."

Liam glanced over at Niall, and bit his lip. He didn't want to wake up what seemed like the sleeping angel. Rather, he picked him up once again, and carried him through the door to the room they would be sharing. He set him down on one of the beds, and glanced over at the door. He sighed, deciding going back wasn't worth the struggle. He pulled the covers up, so they reached Niall's neck, and sighed contently.

He dropped a kiss on the blond's forehead; letting his lips linger there longer than necessary, "I love you, Niall."

Niall didn't even stir.

Liam sighed, and climbed into bed beside him. Sure, he could've taken the bed beside it - but who said he wanted to? He wrapped his thick arms around Niall's skinny waist, and drew him impossibly closer. He buried his face in the tangeled forest of soft, blond locks, and sighed in ecstacy. He could die here, happy - right here, right now; with Niall Horan in his arms.

~-~-~

Liam woke up when he felt Niall begin to twitch in his sleep.

Groggily, he peeled his eyes open, and frowned, "Ni?"

Niall's face was wrenched in pain, and his fringe was damp with sweat as he groaned, "No...no please. Please, stop..."

He began struggling in Liam's grip. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, as he began to gasp. Was it for air? Liam thought so, as he reluctantly pulled back, and gently touched Niall's arm. The blond's body arched, almost in a spasm, away from Liam's.

"Niall?"

"STOP!" Niall suddenly wailed, nearly giving Liam a heart attack as he tried to shake him awake. "Just leave me alone!"

In the room next to theirs, Louis was in a deep, deep sleep. Until, that is, he heard the gasps and cries from the other room. His eyes flew open, and he looked around the room - both Zayn and Harry were fast asleep.

Then it hit him.

He jolted out of bed, nearly tripping over his own two feet, and made his way to Niall and Liam's room. The minute he opened the door, he wished he hadn't. He saw a sobbing Niall being held by a worry-struck Liam. Niall was crying so hard, hiccups were escaping his cracked lips. Liam didn't know it, but he was making the entire situation worse.

Louis flinched at all the cries and screams, "What's wrong with Niall?!"

"I don't fucking know!"

The door swung open once more, and this time, Harry and Zayn stood there - sleepy, yet still concerned. Harry made his way over to Niall, a calm expression  on his face, and gently pushed Liam out of the way. He brought a blubbering Niall into his arms, and held him tightly.

To Liam's utter annoyance, Niall began to calm down once in Harry's grasp. He hiccuped once more, and with dry tears caked on his face, fell into a deep sleep.

Harry smiled at the blond, and slowly stood up. He carried Niall into his room, and closed the door behind him.

Liam was fuming.

Why did Harry have to ruin everything?

*Short, but I haven't had much inspiration lately. Comment, or something?*