Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

 - Niall's POV -

 

 

Ugh, I didn’t sleep at all.

I was up all night thinking about Liam.

Why did I have to have feelings for my best friend? Why now? What the fuck am I gonna do? What is he gonna do if he finds out?

I’m positive he wouldn’t feel the same. He’d never think of me like that. Hell, most of the thoughts I’ve had about him aren’t something anyone would think of, especially innocent Liam. I know he doesn’t have any problem with gay people but it’s always different when it actually happens to yo-

Wait, does this mean that I’m...? Ugh, I don’t even know. But what if he did find out?

...

He’d probably avoid me; thinking that I was gonna make a move on him or something... He’d probably be right too. I’m not that strong. It’s only a matter of time at the rate I’m going.

Soon I’ll probably snap and tackle him to the ground; forcing my lips onto his... My hands would slide up under his shirt and over his rippling muscles... I’d begin to slip my tongue into his m- Snap out of it Niall.

I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes.

Seriously, what are you thinking?

I shook my head and got out of bed. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping it’d help clear my perverted mind. I waited and waited but the water never warmed up. Crap. I turned off the shower and walked out into the hallway towards Liam’s room. I snuck across his bedroom floor and was about to enter the bathroom when I heard his voice behind me:

“O...Oi! What are you doing?” I heard him mumble. Shit. What the hell am I doing? I only now just realised where I was: In my underwear in the guy I liked's bedroom. Well done Niall. I honestly couldn’t remember how I got here. I spun around to see Liam sitting up in his bed; shirtless. Yes. That’s right, fucking shirtless. I seriously don’t need this right now. And staring right at me. I felt my body start to heat up.

 “O...Oh! Mornin’ Liam!” I managed to choke out. There he was in his underwear, and me in mine. I’ve never been so self-conscious in my life. My body was now on fire as I felt his gaze roll over me. Liam seemed to daze out for a few minutes. “...You alright Liam?” I asked; trying my absolute hardest to sound normal. I failed.

“Ye-Yeah...” He stuttered. Crap, he knows something’s up! Act normal!

“The hot water’s out in my shower, so I was gonna use yours...” I said; again trying my hardest to sound normal. I failed again.

“Go right ahead, I’ll meet you downstairs.” Liam said as he got up and walked out the door.

Shit, that was so awkward.

As soon Liam shut the door behind him I turned around and bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I turned on the shower, took off my boxers and jumped straight in, not waiting for the water to warm up.

“...Shit.” I cursed to myself. I leant forward and to rest my forehead against the shower wall and closed my eyes as I let the freezing water run over me. My body was still on fire. I could still feel Liam's gaze on my body, and that image of Liam shirtless; in the morning, with bed hair, in a fucking bed, in his underwear, calling out to me decided to imprint itself into my mind.

Jesus Christ. He must be trying to kill me by looking that defenceless in front of me. He’s practically asking for me to jump hi-

“Damn it!” I cursed; punching the wall in frustration. A bit too hard. I winced and unclenched my hand.

That’s gonna bruise.

...At least the pain distracted me from Liam. After ten minutes I had finally cooled down and hopped out of the shower. I grabbed one of Liam’s towels and trudged back to my room and shut the door to start getting changed. As I used the towel to dry my hair, I realised where that towel had probably been. My face turned probably scarlet. I dropped the towel immediately and grabbed at my hair in frustration. I clenched my eyes shut tight.

“Damn it Niall, get it together!”I cursed again.

This was getting out of control, and I needed to do something about it before I snapped and destroyed any shred of a relationship I had left with Liam. But what? What could possibly distract me from such absolute perfection? I had no idea. As I was pulling myself back together, my stomach growled: Loudly. Damn bastard's even got me forgetting meals now.

I sighed and jogged out the door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

Harry greeted me in a pink frilly apron.

...What the?

I turned around to see Louis and Liam laughing their asses off at the breakfast bar. I looked back to Harry to realise that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and was in his boxers.

“Mornin' Pumpkin!” Harry cooed. Should I even ask or..? “I made pancakes!" Harry announced with a wink. He twisted and guestured to a stack of pancakes that looked like they could cause instant diabetes over on the bench top. Liam and Louis who had just started to calm down started cracking up again. Louis was laughing so hard that he actually fell off his chair. My face must have been priceless. I looked Harry up and down.

“Do I even wanna know?” I asked.

“We just got a bag of fan mail delivered. Someone sent me this!” Harry chimed; doing a spin to show off his new apron. Liam fell off his chair as well. Harry gave them a weird look.

“Okay, seriously guys, it’s not that funny anymore.” Harry sulked.

“N-No! It’s... It’s not that!” Liam choked.

“Then what is it?!” Harry yelled back at them. Apparently he had no clue why they were laughing so hard either.

“Th-This!” Louis managed to call out between laughs. He held up his phone to show a picture of Harry in the apron that they had taken and uploaded to twitter. The photo showed Harry biting his lip as he was cooking pancakes and they had given it the caption ‘Warning: Mamma Harry’s pancakes may cause morning wood.’

I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing along with Liam and Louis this time. Harry looked absolutely furious. He grabbed the apron by the neck and ripped it off and as if he were in a scene from Hulk, he started slowly advancing towards Louis and Liam, his glare full of killer intent. He had a spatula in one hand and the ripped apron in the other.

“Oh no! It’s Desperate Housewives gone wrong!” Louis cheered.

Big mistake.

Harry snapped.

He’s going to have to sign that picture for fans for months now.

Harry lunged at Louis, who was still on the ground after falling off of his chair; grabbing Louis’ arm and twisting it behind his back and pinning him face down into the kitchen tiles. Liam crawled away from them, still clutching at his sides in laughter. Harry leaned in close next to Louis’ ear: “I didn’t know that I could get you up, Lou.” He whispered. Louis gulped. I joined Liam on the floor in laughter as we both failed to compose ourselves.

“O-Okay, you got me! Now lemme go!” Louis whined. Harry smirked and raised the spatula above his head. He wouldn’t dare... Harry was about to strike when he was interrupted by Zayn.

“You dickheads woke me up!” Zayn yelled from the doorway. We all froze. I glanced at the clock.

Shit, it’s only 8.00A.M. We’re in for it now.

Zayn stormed over to Harry and Louis and grabbed the spatula out of Harry’s hand. He slapped the both of them on the back of the head with it before turning to face Liam and I. Oh crap.

“Run for it!” Liam screamed; sprinting out the side door and into the backyard. I followed and darted around the side of the house once I was outside. I dived behind the air-conditioning unit and peered over to see where Liam had hidden. I turned around just in time to see him do a full on stage dive into a bunch of bushes next to the pool just before Zayn came outside. Zayn looked towards the pool and smirked. Liam had hidden in time but the bushes around him were still moving.

He’s done for.

Zayn stormed up to the bushes and stage dived in after Liam. I heard shouting and screaming as I saw the bushes shake violently. I heard Harry and Louis laughing from the side door as they watched.

Oh crap, I’m next.

I took the chance and jumped the back fence behind me. I sprinted out into the front yard and jumped the front fence; landing on the sidewalk. Safe. I turned around and saw an old woman standing right behind me. Let’s just say that she was a little shocked to see a teenage boy drop down from the sky. My stomach rumbled.

“Uh... sorry!” I called out as I took off down the street. There was no way I was going back into the house until it was safe, and I was bloody starving. I rounded a corner and kept running. It felt weird to be out of the house now.

Away from Liam.