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Niall was laying awkwardly in his room once again. He was the only one home, happily, but he didn't feel like leaving his room. Liam was in a studio somewhere and Harry was out being much happier without Niall by his side.

His ceiling was beginning to hurt his eyes. Niall needed to move. He needed to go eat or do something mildly productive (even if it was just lock himself in the bathroom and cry). Sighing quietly to himself, Niall wiped the dried tear tracks from his face and stood from his bed.

It seemed as if this had turned into his life. He moved from his bed to downstairs and back up to his bed. Niall needed a change.

He wanted to text Liam and ask if they could go out and do something (Niall really wanted to go ice skating), but Liam was in the studio and busy doing his job, so there was no chance he would want to go out anywhere with Niall.

So Niall stumbled down the stiars and sat on the counter top to stare out the kitchen window. Would it be worth it to go out? Would it be worth it to text Liam and ask if he wanted to go ice skating? Niall stared out the window at the small road and watched as several cars passed by. Maybe he sat there for a few minutes; maybe it was nearly an hour. Regardless, Niall slid off the counter and walked upstairs to get his phone.

Instead of heading back into the kitchen, Niall decided on a change of scenery and he sat in the living room. His phone still held absolutely no messages.

hey, li! i was wondering if maybe when you got off, you'd like to go ice skating with me or something? Niall typed his message out quickly and sent It without a second thought.

He made sure his phone was on silent before he flipped over his phone and set it face down on the table. Niall then turned on the tv and decided to distract himself by turning on the Harry Potter marathon.

He was nearly through the fourth movie when Niall decided to turn his phone over to see if he had any messages from Liam. He had none.

-

Liam was in the studio. Songs had recently become a bit harder than normal for him to write. So he had brought Louis with him to help him write. It had been a while since he had seen the boy (like, three days. but when you're in a band together, that seems like a rather long time.), and quite frankly, he missed the boy's humor.

"So what's been going on, Leemo?" Louis asked as he settled into his chair with a pad of paper. "Anything good going on in your life in the past thre days?"

"I went on a date," Liam admitted shyly.

"Really?" Louis leaned out of his seat toward Liam. "With who?"

"It was a lad. His name is Niall, and he's a fan. He's really cute." Liam looked down at his hands with a small smile on his face. (Louis' jaw nearly fell from his face. Liam never blushed.)

"Well? Have you talked to the lad since the date?" Louis pressed. Liam shook his head. "Call him! Text him! Or better yet, check your phone to see if he's texted you!"

"I doubt it." Liam shook his head. "Niall's a bit shy."

"I don't see any reason why you shouldn't at least check to see if he's messaged you." Louis shrugged. "You check or I will myself."

Sighing, Liam pulled out his phone and checked to see if he had any messages. he did indeed have one message from Niall. It asked Liam whether or not he would like to go ice skating after he got out of the studio.

"He asked me if I want to ice skating," Liam told Louis with a grin. Then he panicked. "What do I say?"

"You say you'll be out of the studio in an hour and a half and you'll meet him there." Louis deadpanned. "You aren't getting out of this. I don't care if I have to drop you off and force you to stay there. It's been a while since you went on a date, Liam."

Liam looked into louis stern eyes and sighed. He lifted up his phone and sent Niall a quick text back. i'll meet you at the rink in an hour and a half. me and lou gotta finish up some stuff at the studio.

He gave Louis a grin as he sent the message. "All good?" Louis asked. Liam nodded.

"I'll be meeting him in an hour and a half."

"Good." Louis settled back into his chair. "Now. These songs."

-

Niall sat in his car in front of the ice skating rink. It was nearly a half hour before Liam would be arriving, and Niall was nervous.

He wanted to get out of the car and make a couple rounds on the rink before Liam got there. Few people were at the rink at this time of day. Pulling his beanie tighter on his head, Niall grabbed his wallet and got out of the car.

Niall paid for two people at the counter, got his and Liam's tickets, and went to get his own skates. He tied the skates tightly on his feet and stepped out onto the rink.

Ice skating was one of the few things that Niall felt like he was good at. He spun and twirled and made plenty of rounds to try and fill in the space between when he got there and when Liam was to arrive.

It took three and a half hours for Liam to arrive. Niall was cold and pissed off and ready to leave by the time Liam was rushing into the rink.

"Niall, I am so sorry..." Niall was the only one in the rink when Liam rushed in.

"Save it," Niall muttered as he skated past Liam. He shoved the boy's ticket into his chest as he skated out.

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i am very sorry

i am very sad

cry

sob

no one wants to talk to me

so i hope you like this !!!

please comment

ily

bai

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