Without You - Niam Horayne

Chapter 5 - Confessions

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Liam’s P.O.V.

            I couldn’t believe that we had an interview tomorrow. I knew it could go horribly. How where we supposed to explain Niall’s disappearance? I had no idea. As soon as I got dropped off at my flat I said good-bye to the others, expecting them to all return to their own flat’s. And they did, except for Niall. He jumped out of the car after me and followed me inside, not that I was complaining, but I was confused. Zayn, Harry, and Louis all hopped out and headed into their flats—we all lived pretty close, in the same complex.

            “Liam, I need to ask you something,” Niall said once we had sat down on the couch inside. I turned to him after turning on the TV.

            “Sure, Ni,” I said.

            “Did, did you do that because of me?”

            I didn’t understand what he was talking about, until I remembered the bandages around my wrists. I swallowed and looked up into Niall’s blue eyes, wishing I could avoid the question. I bit my lip and shrugged.

            “I thought you were dead Niall,” I said in a hushed whisper, “I thought I would never see you again, never hear your laugh, never be able to cuddle with you in my bed, or just go to Nandos with you. I thought it was all gone.”

            Niall suddenly became sad, his eyes welling with tears. I grabbed his face in my hands and shook my head, “Don’t be sad,” I hushed. I didn’t want to see him cry. I couldn’t take it right now.

            “So you did that because you thought I was dead?” He asked, his voice cracking. I looked away from him and nodded.

            “I guess,” I said.

            “Why?” He asked, tears now running down his face. Seeing Niall cry made me want to cry.

            “Because, Ni, you’re my best friend,” I said, "You were taken from me."

            “Harry, Lou, and Zayn were okay,” He said, “I mean, they were torn and miserable, but not as much as you, and I can’t figure out why. Why am I so special to you Liam?” His voice wavered a little as he spoke and my heart fluttered.

            I didn’t understand why he was pushing like this. It was almost like he already knew I loved him, but was now trying to get me to say it out loud and to his face. I bit my lip again and folded my hands in my lap, trying to think of some way to say this so it wouldn’t sound so pathetic.

            “Niall, I…” I started but couldn’t finish. Niall ran his hands through his hair and I stared at him, taking in all his beauty and charm. I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was now or never, I guess.

            “I love you, Niall,”

Niall’s P.O.V.

            Did he just say that? Did he really just tell me he loved me? My heart started pounding in my ears and I suddenly started shaking. Liam wasn’t even looking at me. He was staring at the ground, tears slipping off his cheeks. I wanted to say something, anything. I wanted to say that I loved him back. Hell, I wanted to scream it. But every time I opened my mouth to try to say something, I couldn’t form the words. I just watched Liam as he cried, and rubbed his hands over his wrists. Finally, he looked at me. I’m sure he wanted me to say something.