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

Chapter 34

Chapter 34:

-          Liam’s POV –

Day 45:

I came downstairs to find Niall standing on the front doorstep; waving the others off. I managed to sneak up behind him and hide behind the door before he turned around. I heard him yell goodbye to the others and saw his hand grab the door. He somehow closed it without seeing me and went to walk back down the hallway towards the kitchen. I lunged forward and grabbed him from behind; wrapping my arms around his waist and picking him up.

“Gotcha!” I yelled.

Niall let out a high pitched squeal that sounded just like one of our fans’.

We both froze the second we’d heard it. I dropped him and took a step back; eyes wide. I could feel it coming, a smirk already forming on my face. Niall span around to face me and his face was bright red. He saw my expression and his eyes grew wide too.

“Liam, don’t you da-“

I cut him off by bursting out into hysterical laughter. I was laughing so hard that I think I managed to break a rib. I clutched at my sides as I tried to suck in air but was no use. I was so loud I think you could hear me three doors down.

“It’s not funny!” Niall whined; clenching his fists and turning even redder.

“What the hell was that?!” I managed to cry out between gasps. I fell back against the wall and sank to the floor; still clutching at my sides as I laughed. He scowled back at me.

“You scared the shit out of me...” He mumbled. He ran a hand through his hair and averted his gaze to the floor. I started to take deep breaths to try and calm myself. My laughs eventually faded out and I pulled myself together. I got up from the floor and reached up to ruffle Niall’s hair but he grabbed my hand before it reached and glared back at me:

“I’ll get my revenge.” He vowed. I smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh really..?” I mused.

“You’ll see.” He smirked back before turning and strutting into the living room. I couldn’t help but stare at his ass as he walked away. I’d said before that he’d looked good today but that was an understatement. He was wearing what must have been the tightest pair of jeans that he owned, along with having his hair styled up so that I could see his bright blue eyes perfectly. Not to mention the fact that he was wearing my brit t-shirt. I pouted.

It’s like he’s trying to seduce me on purpose by wearing my shirt.

I shook my head of my thoughts and followed him into the living room to find him on his hands and knees on the floor in front of me. He was trying to plug the X-box into the outlet that was beneath the TV cabinet. I was taken aback by the view. He was face down, ass up, and pointing it directly at me. I couldn’t help but have perverted thoughts while he was in that position.

He stood up and smiled back at me, and I tried to collect myself.

“What game?” I asked; averting my eyes to anywhere that wasn’t him.

“Your birthday, your choice.” He smirked.

“Umm... FIFA?” I asked; knowing it was his favourite. His eyes lit up and he smiled back at me. My heart skipped a beat.