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Harry took Niall back to his house, and Anne welcomed them with warm arms. She was one of those loving mothers that always hugged their kids after they came home from school. In this case, she hugged Niall too.

"And how were your days, boys?" Anne asked as soon as she let them go. "Do you want any snacks?"

"My day was okay." Harry smiled at his mum. "And I think I'm fine without the snack. Might ruin dinner. You always cook good stuff when Niall is here."

"I cook well every night, then. Niall is here nearly every night," Anne said smoothly. Niall giggled from his place in the doorway. Anne led the boys into the kitchen. "Niall, I'd assume you're up for a snack? You're always up for food."

Niall laughed loudly. "Do you have any cookies? I think cookies would suffice until dinner. That is, if I can stay."

"You're always welcome, Niall," Harry said before Anne could respond. "You practically live here anyway."

"True," Anne agreed before she set out to find the cookies for Niall. "Here you are!" she handed him an entire package. "Now, I'll be in my room until it's time for dinner. Please don't disturb me."

"We won't, Mum," Harry promised and kissed his mother on the cheek before grabbing Niall and rushing up to his room. "Can we do a check of everything we need for ticket sales?"

"Your mum has snacks," Niall informed. "I'll bring my phone and laptop."

"That leaves me with my phone, laptop, and iPad. Do you think Mum would pitch in some of her devices and help?" Harry asked. He counted off the electronics on his fingers. "That would make seven if she helps."

"I bet she would," Niall answered. "But let's not ask her now. Wait until dinner."

Harry nodded and laid down on his bed. "God, I'd like to meet them. I'd like to pet Louis' hair. Do you think it's as soft as it looks?" With that, Harry started ranting on about how perfect the angel that is Louis Tomlinson is, and Niall's thoughts drifted to Liam.

Niall wondered what he was doing, and if he was happy. Most people didn't realize that most fans aren't just obsessed with the boys' looks and voices. The fans have an underlying love for them.

Niall would like to watch Liam as he wakes up in the morning and see him as he falls asleep each night. He wanted to watch how Liam's eyes light up as he talks about something he loves. Niall wanted to watch his nose crinkle up as Liam laughed.

It was the litttle things that made Niall love him.

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After dinner, Niall had to go home. Home was a sad thought. Niall wasn't sure if he could even call it a home. Home is where the heart is, and his heart was with Liam. The place he had to go back to was merely a place to stay.

"Niall?" His mum screeched as he walked in the door. "Where have you been?"

"At Harry's, Ma," Niall sighed softly. "Just as I am every afternoon. Can I just go up to my room?"

"Don't you take that tone with me, boy!" Maura yelled. She swung at Niall with her hand. Luckily he ducked just in time to avoid being hit.

"Please, not tonight, Ma. I'm tired," Niall begged and walked backwards to his room. "Tomorrow, maybe?"

"Now!" She charged toward him, but Niall was younger and faster. He turned and sprinted back to his room. He slammed and locked the door. "Niall!"

"Tomorrow, Ma," Niall croaked. He slid his back down the door. Tears leaked down Niall's face. He wrists itched, but he refused to touch them.

Eventually, after minutes or maybe hours, Maura decided banging on the door was worthless and Niall wouldn't be coming out till morning, so she left. And Niall was left in his own thoughts.

What had he done to deserve this?

Niall dragged himself over to the bed and didn't even bother to pull his clothes off or shower. "Please save me, Liam," he whispered before crying himself to sleep.

-

Harry was at his house bright and early to pick Niall up. He banged on Niall's bedroom door so hard Maura was fuming, but she didn't yell. No one ever yelled at Harry. "Niall!" He groaned from behind the door. "Are you even awake yet?"

"No!" Niall yelled back. He shoved his head into his wet pillow and tried to mute Harry's incessant knocking.

"Please get up! Tickets go up in two hours and you need to get ready and come over!" Harry continued with his knocking until finally Niall stood from his bed all too quickly and yanked the door open.

"What the hell? Harry just get in my room and don't make Ma any more mad at me that she already is!" Niall whispered harshly. He stepped aside to let Harry in.

"What do you mean she's mad at you?" Harry demanded as Niall shut the door. "What did she do?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Niall lied smoothly. "Just a bit of yelling's all. I'm going to get in the shower and I'll try to be fast."

"You better, or else I'm not getting you a ticket!" Harry threatened. It was a hollow threat, they both knew it.

"You wouldn't ever go to a concert by yourself," Niall shot back. He shut the bathroom door and began ridding himself of yesterday's clothes.

The water burned his skin as he stepped under it. Niall would probably look like a lobster when he got out, but he didn't care. The water was perfect.

He probably spent longer than Harry thought necessary in the shower, because within what felt like only a minute, banging erupted from the other side of the door.

"Niall!" Harry groaned. "Hurry!"

"Harry, I swear to god if you bang on my door one more time, I will chop your dick off!" Niall warned. He heard Harry laugh from the other side of the door, and the banging ceased.

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