Roses

Chapter One: To the Moon and Back

Niall POV

God, he looks so sexy in those skinny jeans. How they fit perfectly over his bum. How I wish I could hold him and call him mine. How I wish he was staring into my eyes instead of hers. He's too good for her.

Liam's eyebrows raise as he turns to me. I suddenly realise he's asked a question but fully caught me in a daze.

"Hmm?" I reply dazedly and he huffs.

"I asked if you wanted to go to dinner with Ari and I. Nialler, I worry about you." He rolls his eyes as he stands up. He walks out hand in hand with his girlfriend.

No matter how much it hurts I refuse to admit it. I definitely don't like him, it's just jealousy of the time we've lost due to his girlfriend. I refuse to admit that I love my best friend. Whom by the way is not gay.

He thinks of me as a friend. A person whom could never be considered a romantic interest. I would never be enough for him. I could never be the person he needs to be happy.

"Are you coming?" Liam opened the door. I shook my head hiding the hurt in my eyes.

"I'll pass tonight, Li." Liam nodded, shutting the door obviously not noticing the pain behind my statement. How could he not notice my longing stare towards him and my hurt looks when he kissed Ariana?

I laid in my bed, scrolling through the phone and listening to a bit of music. Harry and Louis were out doing their own things separately and I was stuck at home being a bum.

It wasn't much different from any other night, really. I stayed home while the others had fun and went out. I didn't much want to go out anyways. It's not like I had anyone to hug and kiss or tell them that I love them when I see another couple being cute.

I woke up to the front door slamming and a yell for Harry from Louis. I sat up, running a hand through my hair.

"Niall have you seen Harry?" I shook my head, turning back over. "Oh c'mon! Don't be so excited," Louis cried sarcastically. I ignored the comment, gripping my bracelets tightly.

"Ni? Everything okay?" Louis softened when he realized my mood. How could he not? The mood was hanging in the air so thickly you couldn't even cut it with a butcher's knife. "You can always come and talk to us lads, we love you. Liam would be glad to talk things through and so would Harry and I."

I shook my head. Liam would never. He's too busy in love to see me hurting. To see my heart shattering - being smashed by a hammer.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Louis narrowed his eyes, making me turn to him as I looked away again. I, again, shook my head, closing my eyes to conceal the tears.

"Well when you decide you're feeling better, come talk to me. I wanna know what's up," Louis left, leaving me to fight off the tears. It was easier to fight them when no one was there to see. It's like when you're little and you've finally learned to do a flip on a trampoline and land it. But when you try to show someone, you can't land it - ever. When they go away, you suddenly can now.

I didn't see Liam again for two days. When he came home, he explained that he'd been at Ariana's house.

"So what's been going on with everyone?" Liam gave his award winning smile as we ate dinner. I was mostly moving stuff around my plate, but I was still immensely hungry.

"Well, Harry and I were looking and we found a great TV online!" We'd been looking for a new TV because Louis 'accidentally' broke the one we have. I smiled softly, rolling my eyes.

"Kalani and I... we had a fight." Kalani was Harry's girlfriend of three years.

"Mate, you should call her. What did you fight about?" They continued their discussion for a while, Liam giving Harry advice for Kalani. I sat staring at the wall, gripping my fork so tightly, it was cutting my palm.

"Niall?" Liam's gaze turning to me.

"Me? Oh, I did nothing," I confessed. It wasn't entirely a lie. Unless you could count crying over unrequited love as something. I wouldn't tell them that.

However, I would tell them that I was a bit lazy this weekend and accomplished nothing. So they moved back to their own conversation, leaving me to my food.

I listened to Liam blab on about Ariana the whole dinner. It was actually attractive how much he cared for her. But I hated it so much. To see the way his eyes sparkle when he mentions her or the huge smile he has while talking to her. Or the adorable texts and tweets I saw.

I love Liam. There I admit it entirely. He's all I want, so much so that it physically hurts my heart. And the worst part about this is that I cannot tell anyone about how much I love Liam.

To the moon and back, this is.
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~Tori