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seven

Niall was the walking dead at school the next day. Maura had been sure to be banging around early the next morning, making sure to wake Niall up.

Harry hadn't shown up, meaning Niall was forced to face the day alone. It had been rough at first. His usual jocks shoved him around and Niall was sure he had a giant bruise on his stomach from where he was shoved into a corner.

Lunch was a disaster as well. People were shoving him out of line and pushing him to the ground. It was nearly the end of lunch before he got his food. School was always worse without Harry.

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Niall didn't go to Harry's when he got home from school. Instead, he went home to face his mother. It was a scary thought, his mother. Especially after all the time he had spent away from home.

As usual, Niall seemed to sneak into his own home. He kicked his shoes off at the door and tried not to knock his bag into walls as he made his way to the stairs. And, as usual, his mother was standing at the top of them. Did she ever stand anywhere else?

"How was school?" Maura asked in a slightly angry tone.

"It was school, Mum." Niall balanced his weight on the bottom step. "Did you need something? Can I just go up to my room?"

"I-" Maura started to protest, but she stopped herself. "Yes, just go. Stay quiet until dinner."

His mum stepped out of the way and Niall walked up the stairs slowly. He turned and locked his bedroom door as he walked in. The first thing he did was throw his bag somewhere to be found on monday; the next was pull out his laptop.

Niall hadn't been on twitter since the afternoon of the concert. It wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done, ignoring twitter like that, but Niall had still done it.

He had nearly five hundred notifications when he got on. What had blown them up like that?

At the very bottom of his notifs, he had found it. Liam Payne had followed him.

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Liam was wondering how someone that seemed so sad could have written such beautiful things about him.

He had searched through Niall's personal twitter, staring at pictures of the blonde and maybe saving a few to his phone. (If he did, who blamed him? Niall was beautiful.) He was then led to Niall's fan twitter. His personal was okay, but it was obvious that his fan account was where he really lived. Liam followed that account, too.

From the fan twitter, Liam learned a lot more about Niall. He learned about how sad Niall always was, and how much he loved Liam. It made Liam's heart ache, as Liam could tell how much Niall just wanted to be noticed. Niall wanted to be loved, and oddly enough, Liam wanted to be the person to love him.

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Niall had barely been able to keep quiet like his mother had asked. He wanted to scream, to call Harry, to brag. But instead, he remained quiet, with silent tears streaming down his face.

He couldn't call Harry, because Harry would scream and make Niall scream. then Maura would come in and ask (maybe she would ask, maybe she would just start swinging) Niall why he was screaming, and what was he supposed to tell her? "Liam Payne followed me on twitter"? She would probably force Niall to delete his twitter.

So instead, Niall stayed quiet and went to his dms to send something to Liam. He tried his best to be calm as he typed.

hiiiiii! He typed excitedly. thank you so much for following!!!!! i love you so much!

Before Niall could think about adding anything much more stupid to his message, he sent his dm and waited. Would Liam actually answer him? He probably only followed him because that would be the polite thing to do.

"Niall!" Maura called from downstairs. "It's dinner time! Come on!"

Niall bit his lip and stared at his laptop. Unsteadily, he stood and opened his bedroom door. "I'm not hungry, Mum," he called down the stairs. "See you in the morning." Niall shut and locked his door and sat back down at his desk. Now that he was sure his mother would leave him alone for the rest of the night, Niall grabbed a pillow from his bed and screeched into it.

Maura was quiet from downstairs, so Niall assumed that she didn't hear him. Niall screeched into his pillow again.

Niall's laptop beeped, and he threw the pillow away from his face. Liam had actually answered him!

hiiiii. Liam had said. not to be odd or anything, but you were the boy that gave me the book, right? Another message came through: the one that zayn gave me. oh gosh, this sounds worse when i'm typing it.

Niall giggled a little bit as he typed out another reply nervously. yeah, that was me. erm, did you like it? It seemed odd to be asking that.

Liam's reply came almost immediately. Did he normally talk to fans like this? i did. a lot. i don't normally get books like that.

Niall had no idea how to respond. after a minute of thinking, he began typing again. was it too much?

no, no, it was perfect. i just feel like i need to get to know the boy that sent me this book. Was Liam flirting with him? so, niall horan, tell me about yourself.

Niall had to stop and scream into his pillow before he could respond. It was a quick scream, though; he didn't want Liam to get busy and not be able to answer again.

i'm eighteen. i'm irish. i like the color black and food. i want a pug. can't think of any other important information. Niall typed back quickly. It took another minute for Liam to respond.

fuck, i don't normally do this, but can i have your phone number?

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this update is cute

i cut four inches off my hair yesterday and dunno how i feel about it

ssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooo

happy new year to you guys!

yeah, um, comment?

bai!

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