Chapter 1

Is Your Heart Taken? - Niam/Larry fanfic

INTRO:

 - Liam's POV -

It's been two months since I first realised that I'm attracted to my best friend.  That's sixty days of being trapped in a relationship that I can never deepen. I'd give anything to take this thing to the next level. Hell, even friends with benefits would be an amazing turn of events in my eyes... how great would that be... If he chose me even as a friend to be the one that made him feel good; that made his pulse race and his breath heavy with desir-- Snap out of it Liam. Anyway, it's been sixty days since I first realised that I am attracted to my best friend, and since that moment, every one of those sixty days has been full of lust, jealousy, possession, frustration, and above all: desperation.

To even begin to express my yearning for these feelings to be reciprocated, I should first take you back to the beginning; the day that I became attracted to my best friend.

Chapter 1:

- Liam's POV -

Day 1: The Beginning

"HOLY SHIT!" Louis screamed from downstairs.

I jumped up startled and ran to the hallway and yelled back down the stairs.

"What is it?! What's going on?!" I yelled.

"SOME FAN JUST TWEETED ME WITH A PICTURE THAT WAS TAKEN OF US THROUGH THE BACKDOOR!" Louis screamed back.

"Fuck!" Harry screamed from the bathroom; bursting out in nothing but a towel, still dripping wet.

"What happened?!" I yelled at him as he came stomping towards me; eyebrows furrowed, fists clenched. Yup, pissed.

"There's some remote controlled helicopter thing flying around outside, I think there's a camera on it!" He yelled at me, getting angrier by the second.

"What the fuck?!" Zayn yelled from his room.

"What is it?!" Harry and I yelled back in unison. I could hear Niall cracking up from his bedroom, laughing at the hysteria.

"Someone just sent a picture of Harry in the shower to my phone!" Zayn yelled back as he came out of his room and towards us.

"Shit." I said bluntly. "Everyone! Meet us in the hallway, and stay away from the windows!" I yelled down the corridor. In a minute or so, everyone had huddled together in the hallway in the dark.

"I've called the police, they should be here in about five minutes" said Louis.

"Until then we should all stay here..." I mumbled. Everyone agreed except for Niall.

"But what if they come inside the house? We're an easy target if we're all together!" He argued. Out of all of us, Niall had the biggest imagination. But that wasn't it. Everyone knew he was claustrophobic.

"Fine." I said, playing along. "Everyone go into their rooms and shut the blinds, lock your doors and don't come out until the police get here." I announced. Niall smiled at me, thankful for me not saying anything. I smiled back.

This entire situation is ridiculous, it's just a fan, nothing's even going to happe-

"Readyyy, BREAK!" Louis yelled; clapping his hands together for added effect. We all scattered in different directions and ran to our bedrooms.

"HUT! HUT! HUT!" I could hear Louis yell as he ran into his room.

At least someone's enjoying this.

I ran into mine and locked the door. I walked cautiously up to the window and drew the curtains shut, just to be safe. This was kind of fun in a weird kind of way. I had just sat down on my bed when I heard footsteps approaching from out in the hall. I think Niall's imagination had gotten to me too.

Oh crap, Niall was only kidding but did they actually come into the house? Holy shi-

"Liam! My curtains are see through! Let me in!" Niall yelled through the door.

"Uh... coming!" I called. I shook my head at my own stupidity and got up and made my way over to open the door, only to be tackled by Niall. His arms wrapped around my waist and he tackled me with full strength; knocking me off balance. The both of us stumbled dramatically backwards and fell down onto the bed. Niall's arms were still wrapped around my waist and I could tell he wasn't going to let go. I stood up, with Niall attached, and limped over to the door and re-locked it. Okay, I'm still slightly worried.

"Get off!" I whined, shaking my leg that Niall was now clinging on to like a three year old.

"Never!" He yelled back. He squeezed me even tighter. I blushed for a second, he didn't notice.

"I warned you." I mused, shortly after reaching down and flicking him in the middle of the forehead, hard. He dropped to the floor clutching at his forehead in pain; groaning.

"Oww! The fuck was that for?!" He growled as he wriggled around on the floor. I started laughing.

"You asked for i-"

"Silence!" Niall interrupted. He sprung up from the floor and tackled me onto the bed again, his shoulder coming into sharp contact with my stomach and knocking the wind out of me. There was no other way he'd be able to win against me otherwise. This time when we landed he sat on my stomach and pinned my wrists next to my head on either side so that I couldn't move. He started to lean closer. He stopped his face inches away from mine and my heart skipped a beat.

Wait, what?

I could feel his breath on my neck as he stared me down. We glared at each other for at least a minute until my gaze started to wander down from his eyes to his lips and that perfect jaw line of his. I felt my gaze soften and only then realised what I was doing.

What the hell? What are you looking at?

"I'll get you for that." Niall scowled, rubbing his forehead.

Good, he didn't notice.

He had let go of my right arm, now was my chance. I grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back, gripping his other as well once I was free and flipping us over. Now I had him pinned. I smirked down at him and leant closer to let my lips brush his ear as I spoke. I felt him tense up beneath me and I chuckled.

"I'm sure you will." I mused.

I smirked wider and rolled off of him and flopped down next to him on my mattress. Niall rolled his head to face me, he was closer than I expected. My heart skipped a beat again.

"Bastard." He chuckled. His smile was infectious, I started laughing as well. I reached up and grazed his forehead with my finger, brushing his hair out of the way at the same time.

God he's beautiful. Wait, what? Did I just call my best friend beautiful? I meant handsome. No, wait, what? Snap out of it Liam. Why are you notici-

The doorbell rang and I was saved from myself.

Oh right, the police.

I jumped up off the bed and ran downstairs. I could hear Niall and the others behind me. I checked the eyehole in the door to make sure it actually was the cops. I opened the door and we were greeted by two officers. They were young, only in their early twenties. I heard Louis scoff behind me, followed by the sound of Zayn stomping on his foot.

"Ow!" Louis yelled. "What was that fo-"

Harry cut him off by throwing his hand over his mouth.

"Mmmphf!" Louis muffled. Harry rolled his eyes and dragged him into the living room. One of the officers was trying not to laugh.

"Sorry about that. Do you need to come in or..?" I asked.

"No, sorry, we need to search the area." The officer that had kept serious stated. "Has anything else happened since your statement on the phone?"

"Nothing since... What's going to happen?" I asked, not really caring about the answer.

"We'll search the area and hopefully take the suspect into custody, you can decide whether or not to take legal action from there." He answered.

"Get that bastard who's taking nudes of Harry!" Louis screamed from the other room. The other officer laughed again.

"We'll report back here if we find anything." The serious officer added. I nodded and the two of them walked back to their car. As soon as I shut the door Niall burst into a laughing fit. He was laughing so hard that he actually started to tear up. Zayn and I rolled our eyes and pushed past him on our way to the living room.

"I doubt they'll find anything" Zayn said as he plopped himself down on the couch.

"Yeah, they probably ran off as soon as they got the picture." I agreed with a yawn. "Agh, it's already quarter to one, I'm gonna go to bed. Night guys!" I announced; already on my way to the stairs.

"GOODNIGHT LIAM." I heard everyone chant in unison. I rolled my eyes at them. They always said goodnight to me in that monotonous tone that kids use when they're welcoming a teacher. Like it's not like I try to be the one in charge around the house. They're just all too lazy to get their shit together, so I stand out just by being normal.

I smiled to myself neither the less and made my way upstairs, dragging my feet as I went. I was both physically and emotionally exhausted. I was so ready for sleep that I began stripping halfway up the stairs. By the time I got to my room I had already kicked off my shoes and socks, removed my shirt and had undone my jeans. As soon as I entered my room I let my jeans drop to the floor and I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I brushed my teeth I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I saw a lot of things when I saw my face in my reflection: loneliness, confusion, exhaustion, a boy who had everything yet nothing, a man with a gaping hole in his life that he had no idea how to fill, or even what with, an outer shell so overly used that even I was beginning to forget what was on the inside, and another emotion that I couldn't place; an emotion I for some reason was refusing to acknowledge.

I finished up in the bathroom and staggered into bed. I buried myself in the sheets and closed my eyes, but as soon as they were closed an image of Niall's face appeared in my mind. Like before; my gaze wandered from his eyes down to his lips and jaw line. He then bit his lip as he started leaning towards me. My heart skipped a beat again and my eyes shot open. I sadly knew what that other emotion was.

Lust.