Disco Sucks || niam || au.

ix. niall

"Well hello there, lover boy."

"Harry!"

I felt my heart skip a beat as harry continued to laugh his arse off after he nearly scared me half to death.

"So...spill. How was it?"

"Oh, Ash. It was really great. We kissed and I think he may be into me. I really hope so."

"We do too, buddy. Your past relationships haven't been too great anyway, you deserve this."

That was true. All my previous relationships ended up with me being cheated on and left for better looking guys.

That's their loss anyway.

I jogged my way into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I felt a breeze come in behind me, but soon realising it was just the wind blowing from the window.

"Oh, Farrah, goddess of beauty, what do I do now?"

I mesmerizingly looked up at the pinup of Farrah Fawcett, from Greg, plastered up on the wall. 

"What would you do?"

"Well, for starters, I wouldn't talk to posters. I think Mary Jane is getting to your head."

"Jesus Christ, Ashton!" I exclaimed, dramatically resting my hand on my heart, "I'm not on drugs."

"One can never be so sure."

I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and then puffing on it silently. It looked almost as if Farrah was really here.

"Well, I'll leave you alone for a little while," Ashton said, slowly closing the bedroom door.

"Hmmm..." I hummed silently to myself, picking up my headphones. "Long time no see."

The cord from the headphone to the radio was almost as long as our telephone cord, I could walk around my room with the headphones on. 

The beautiful sounds of Eddie Van Halen killing it, brilliantly in fact, on his guitar. I can almost picture DLR doing his crazy karate-like kick on stage.

I danced around my room a while, trying to perfect my Jagger-like swagger, flinging myself around to David Bowie, Kiss, and finally, Led Zeppelin. 

I was enjoying the song until Harry burst through my door, singing along to Robert Plant.

"Dazed and Confused? You like this song?"

Harry looked at me increduously, "Yeah man, who doesn't love Led Zeppelin?"

I shook my head and began to sing with Harry. The next few minutes were filled with Ashton joining in, the song that was meant for Robert Plant to sing alone, became a song we all sang together.

"Hey, Ni," Harry said, putting the headphones on top of the radio. "Why don't you call Liam?"

"Nah, man. I was just at house a couple hours ago, I don't wanna seem clingy."

Harry sighed. "Lame."

I gently pushed Ash and Harry out of the bedroom so I could have some time alone.

"With who, Liam?"

"No, Haz, shut up."

"Mary Jane?"

"I'm not going to get high!"

"What about Farrah? I've seen you talking to her lately, seems like Liam's got a little competition."

"Shut up, Ashton! I don't even know if he likes me!" I shouted, throwing my arms up in the air.

"Why would someone kiss you if they didn't like you romantically in any way, shape, or form? That would just be leading you on and I'd have to kill the guy."

"Aw, how sweet, Ashy-poo! But I'm fine. I'll call him later."

Moments later, I was finally alone and given some space.

But just as soon as I sat down, the phone rang. Harry called for me to come, because it was for me.

"Here, Ni, it's Liam."

"Thanks, Harry."

I walked off into the direction of the bedroom again, placing the phone to my ear. "Liam?"

"Yeah, hi, I, uh, need to talk to you about something."

"Okay," I drawled, the last syllable longer than the first.

"I'm sorry about the kiss."

"Well, don't be! I really enjoyed it, you know, Liam, I really like ya. Not like -"

"A friend, I know. But it's just -"

"Do y-"

"Jesus, Niall! Stop interupting me! I don't like you like that! I'm sorry, but I don't. Please understand."

I felt my heart fall into my stomach, slowly burning in my stomach acid.

"T-Then why did you kiss me? Why did you lead me on?!"

"Ni, list -"

"No, Liam, you listen. This always happens. I just want a normal relationship, not where I'm going to have my heart broken, and just because we're not dating, doesn't make the situation any different! Now, tell me, why did you lead me on? Huh? Why did you kiss me if you don't even like me like that?!"

The other end went silent for a minute or so, and a few tears pricked in the corners of my eyes. "Huh? I can't hear you, Liam. Speak up."

I heard Liam sigh and then hang up the phone.

"That's what I thought."

I spent a good hour and a half eating away my sorrows with chocolate ice cream, my shirt staining with chocolate and tears.

"Niall?"

I looked up, my eyes locking with none other than Greg. "Yes?"

"I think the problem is you fall in love to easily."

"What do you mean?"

"How long have you even know Liam?"

I sighed, knowing where this was going, "Not very long..."

"Exactly, while he may have been a jerk about it, it's somewhat your fault, too."

No, it's not my fault. How could it be my fault.

"Yeah."

"Well, I just wanted to stop by real quick. Have a good evening."

"Mhm."

While drowning myself in ice cream, I heard the door bell ring, scaring myself so badly I nearly pissed myself.

"Niall? Can you get the door please?" Harry yelled from the washroom.

"Yeah, sure. Greg probably forgot something."

I walked slowly to the front door, unlocking all six locks before opening it.

"Who the hell is it? I wondered aloud, swinging the door open.

"Hey."

"You better leave now."