I Cannot Hide This Even Though I Try ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfic

17 - Moving On

“We’ll discuss it in a moment; Louis will kill me if I don’t let him be a part of the conversation,” Harry insists, gesturing for me to follow him. He leads me into the kitchen where we find Louis searching through the pantry for a snack. “Boobear, Zayn is here,” Haz states.

Louis spins around, almost knocking over a box of crackers in his haste. “Is that why you rejected my call?” he asks, feigning disappointment. “Well, come on then, we have a lot to talk about.”

I chuckle at the fake expression of hurt on Louis’ face, noticing that he looks more constipated than upset. “Sorry ‘bout that, Lou. I just figured that it would be easier to speak in person, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Take a seat, will you?” Lou grumbles, gesturing towards the chairs around the small kitchen table. “I would offer to sit in the livingroom, but I don’t want to fall asleep on the couch.”

I just nod and make my way to the table, plopping down in the nearest chair. I probably should have waited until tomorrow to come visit, I think to myself, yawning from exhaustion. “So, what was the oh-so-important news you mentioned?” I inquire.

Harry and Louis share a look before the latter takes a seat across the table from me. “First off, we want to make sure you know what we found on Twitter earlier,” Lou begins, carefully choosing which words to say. He doesn’t say anything, instead giving me a stare as if to say, “That means check Twitter now.”

I yawn again as I pull my phone out of my pocket and open up the Twitter app. I scroll down until a tweet from Liam catches my eye. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. My shock is cut short by the sound of pots and pans being moved around. I look up from my phone and shift my gaze to Harry, who is now holding a kettle in one hand.

“I thought I might fix some coffee or tea to help keep us up,” Harry explains, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Can you also fix me a snack, Hazza?” Louis pleads. He waits for Harry to give in to his imitation of Puss in Boots’ adorable stare before turning back to face me. “Now, do you remember what we talked about with Operation Save Niam?”

“Mostly, I think,” I mumble. I close my eyes for a moment and think back to the e-mail and phone call I had received from Lou. “What about it?” I finally ask in return.

“Well, Niall went home with Liam after dinner and we haven’t heard from either of them since,” Harry mentions, placing mugs of tea in front of Louis and I.

“Oh, really? Niall texted me earlier and told me that they talked through some stuff and everything went well,” I reply, remembering the texts I had been checking not even an hour ago.

Harry and Louis share another look before Louis responds: “In that case, this new plan is even more important.”

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*Niall’s POV*

(7 weeks later)

“Niall, it’s time for breakfast,” a soft voice murmurs in my ear. The breath of the speaker tickles against my ear and neck, causing me to roll over to escape.

“I’m not hungry,” I mumble into my pillow, my voice still thick with sleep.

“Wait until the fans hear about this,” the voice teases.

I hear a clicking noise from a few feet away, and I decide that the owner of the voice has probably left. I roll over and open my eyes just enough to see without being blinded by the light. To my surprise, Liam is standing a short distance from my bed and is holding up his phone.

“Oh, the fans are going to love this,” he says as the clicking noise comes back.

“Are you taking pictures of me in bed?” I ask, blinking a few times so that I can see more clearly.

“You were just so adorable, I couldn’t help myself!” my boyfriend yelps, a grin spreading across his face.

“If I didn’t love you so much, I would probably have to kill you for that,” I grumble as I sit up.

“Yes, well we both know that you love me too much to do that,” Liam points out. He slides his phone into his pocket and sits next to me on my bed. “Did you sleep alright?”

I don’t answer Liam’s question immediately, choosing instead to study his features. I smile at the beautiful man before me, amazed by how loving and caring he always is. I slowly nod my head and lean into his shoulder, my heart racing when I feel his arms wrap around me.

We stay like this for a few more minutes until there’s a knock at the door to my flat. Liam presses a kiss to my temple before leaving to answer the door. “Come on in, lads,” I hear Liam say to whoever is at the door.

I force myself to leave the comfort of my bed and close the door to my bedroom. I shuffle to my closet and pull out a random outfit, taking my time getting dressed. I step into the bathroom and look myself over, laughing when I see the mess that is my hair. I quickly run my fingers through my hair and brush my teeth, and then I finally head to see who showed up.

As soon as I walk into the livingroom I see that the rest of the band is lounging around, relaxing and watching the telly. After greeting them all, I stroll into the kitchen and find Liam cooking breakfast. I stand on my tiptoes and rest my chin on his shoulder as I wrap my arms around him. “Mm, smells good,” I whisper in his ear.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes, love,” Liam tells me.

My stomach rumbles, causing Liam to start laughing. “Sounds good!” I exclaim. I let go of my boyfriend and head back into the livingroom to wait with the others.

“How’ve you been, Nialler?” Zayn asks me after I sit down next to him, keeping his voice low so that no one else can hear. “We haven’t really had much time to talk lately.”

I think about the last time Zayn and I had a heart-to-heart, my face flushing as I remember the topic of that conversation. At least I was able to get the whole dream thing off my chest, I remind myself. I realize that I still haven’t answered Zayn’s question, which causes me to blush even more. “I’ve been great, honestly,” I say at last. 

“And how are things with Liam?” 

“Better than ever,” I admit with a grin. 

Zayn smiles back at me, but then his expression grows serious once again. “Have you been dreaming still?” he inquires, obviously thinking back to our last big conversation. 

“Only the normal kinds of dreams,” I lie, chuckling to add to the effect. Of course, if I continue to have those dreams, I might have to start considering them to be ‘normal.’