Loving Niam (BOYXBOY) (COMPLETED)

Part 28: Liam's POV

I just stared at the message from Niall. I was this close, wanting to delete his number from my phone and avoid any unnecessary drama. However, here he was, messing with my plans with a "Sorry".

My fingers hovered over the keypad. Just then, the jeep screeched to a halt. To avoid Harry plunging headfirst forward, I grabbed his arm and lost control of my phone. It flew to the floor of the jeep and I accidentally stepped on it. SHIT! The screen cracked and I just saw my phone black out and die completely on me.

As I did not have a habit of saving anything to my SIM card for privacy purposes, there went all my contacts! I really did not think it would be possible to revive my phone. I just looked up, stricken and ash faced. Zayn saw my face and understood its implications.

Harry was deeply apologetic, but it really was not his fault. I just held Harry close to me and took a few deep breaths. Before I could pick up my broken phone, Zayn pocketed it, proclaiming he would be able to fix it. I just stared at him incredulously but not wanting to pursue the matter further. I just nodded my head in agreement, and we stumbled out of the jeep for our meeting with Simon.

~5 hours later~

It was a long draining day, with a jam-packed meeting that outlined all the bands' plans for the next 6 months and the schedule was no walk in the park either. We then practised a few times for our gig two days from today and then finally we broke for the night. I was just wiped out, from my day and decided to just go home and rest. Rest both my aching head and heart.

~The next morning~

I woke up, only to meet a pair of stony black eyes. "Where have I seen these eyes before?"

"IDIOT! WAKE UP. How many times will you ever say this line?" I jumped up and realized it was Zayn and yes, once again, I had spoken my mind out loud. Boy must be getting annoyed with me. I just smiled sheepishly at him and just ran my hands over my hair again to wake myself up. Zayn then sat on the bed, staring at me intently.

"How badly would you like to see your phone again, on a scale of 1 to 10? AND TELL ME THE TRUTH" Zayn spoke to me softly, only raising his voice towards the end. I looked at him, jutted my chin out a bit and muttered "a 3" and then I saw his eyes widen at me. I immediately looked down and muttered "actually a 11".

Zayn smiled at me and lifted my chin up with his index finger. Simultaneously, I felt something rectangular and cold being set on my other hand. I grasped it and looked at it immediately, my attention distracted completely. It was my phone, looking as good as new! I looked at Zayn with the brightest smile I could muster and dove right into his arms. He just patted me on my back and said "Go for it, Tiger. Do not let his confusion cloud you. You can slowly guide him back to what he needs to see". Plus judging by the number of pings on your phone from him, I can safely say he is into you."

Zayn then left the room. I slowly looked at the phone and was surprised to see 30 messages all from Niall. 30?! Over half a day?!