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Is Your Heart Taken? - A Niam/Larry fanfic:

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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.

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