Light On {Niam Love Story}

Eleven-

A/N: This chapter is long, and I do believe it is comment-worthy. The song is Your Love is a Lie by Simple Plan, and it is dedicated to 'niallgetinmypants', because even though she'll probably never read this, she's one of my favorite authors on the site, and...yes. Enjoy. x

"Could you be more obscene?"

The next morning, all of the lads woke up fairly early – the only exception being Niall.

The blond was still lying in the spot he fell asleep in – in Harry’s bed, underneath a heap of blankets. His chest moved slowly, his eyelids were heavy, and his thick eyelashes rested delicately on his well-defined cheekbones. He hardly made a noise apart from the low breaths that escaped his slightly parted, cherry lips every so often.

Harry spent a fair amount of his time just staring at him before getting out of bed with a stretch, and heading down to the lobby for their continental breakfast. Seeing as none of his mates had yet to wake up, he went alone.

Louis, who had spent the night in the bed beside Harry’s, woke up next. He smiled down at Niall before grabbing a change of clothes, a fluffy towel, his special shampoo, and heading for the shower that Liam had spent the previous night disinfecting.

Liam woke up, only for a short amount of time. He had woken up due to the empty feeling in his gut, and made his way to Louis and Harry’s room. There, he scooped up Niall, and quietly walked the two of them back into their room – careful not to wake Zayn, who had been forced out of his old room when Harry brought Niall in. Liam laid said blond down on the bed, and crawled under the heavy duvet beside him – being lulled to sleep in no time.

Zayn woke up to silence. He looked over at Liam and Niall in envy, and slid out of the rather uncomfortable and cold bed. He wasn’t used to waking up alone.

He made his way into the second room, where there was no one in sight. He heard the shower running, and knew it must have been Louis – Harry took his showers at night. He sat down on Harry’s bed, and crossed his ankles impatiently – where had curly run off to so early in the morning? More importantly, why hadn’t he woken up the second Niall had been dragged away from the bed?

Louis finished his shower before Harry finished his breakfast. He came out in a button up shirt and dark wash skinny jeans. He had a big, blue beach towel hanging around his neck – slightly damp, and smelling of strawberry shampoo and bar soap. He smiled when he saw Zayn.

“Hey, mate,” he greeted his band mate with a smile. “Why are you up so early? You usually never roll out of bed until noon.”

Zayn shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess I’m just not used to waking up beside Harry.”

Ever since Harry and Zayn began dating, they had been living together – almost five months; their anniversary was in eleven days. Of course, Louis didn’t know the two were an item – no one did, it was their little secret. Louis just figured that they only shared beds all the time because they got incredibly lonely if they didn’t – which, of course, was true.

Louis focused on wringing out his hair, “Ah, mate. He’s just insanely worried about Niall, you know? He hasn’t been paying much attention to me lately, either.”

Louis gave him a wink before heading for the mini-fridge. Zayn couldn’t even smile. Even if Louis was joking, it hit him hard to know that Harry had more important things to worry about. Zayn cared about Niall too, a lot – but Harry was his boyfriend.

With a sigh, Zayn grabbed the remote, and turned on the television – cranking up the volume.

Harry returned about ten minutes later – looking quite snappy in his navy blue blazer and tan chinos. His curls were perfect as always – not a hair out of place. He smiled at Zayn, and took a seat beside him. Zayn was unresponsive to this action.