Niall
You make your way across the club, wondering why you ever let Niall drag you here tonight. “There you are”, the familiar voice slurs in your ear. “I thought I lost you for a minute there.” Your face turns into a small smile and Niall slings his arm around your shoulders. “Have I told you that you look absolutely beautiful tonight?” Niall whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek. “Only 100 times”, you laugh. But you don’t feel beautiful, no matter how many times he tells you. The feeling that you’ve tried to suppress all night returns and your smile fades quickly, a little too quickly. “What’s wrong?” Niall mutters as his face falls. “Nothing” you lie. “I’m just tired.” Niall looks at you doubtfully, but then grabs your hand and leads you to the door. “Okay, let’s go home”, he smiles. The car ride home is spent in silence, which you assure him is only because you’re completely exhausted from being out all night. You stare out the window, anxious to get home and away from everyone else. And after what seems like a million years, you’re finally inside, kicking off your heels and heading for the bedroom. You start to take off your earrings and Niall comes up behind you, placing his calloused hands on your bare shoulders. He rubs small circles on your skin before kissing it softly. “Not tonight”, you mumble as you step away. Niall sighs deeply, rubbing his eyes with what seems like frustration. “What’s wrong?” he asks again. “Nothing!” you reply harshly. “You can’t pull that on me, I know better. What’s with you tonight?” You scoff as you pull a t-shirt out of the closet. “Tonight? How about all the time. If you really “knew better” you would see that I’m pretty screwed up all the time.” You regretted your words as soon as you said them, wishing you hadn’t let your feelings turn into anger towards Niall. “What are you talking about?” Niall said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “You know what I’m talking about”, you reply, fighting back the tears. “We all know it, might as well face it.” Niall takes a few steps towards you, holding out his arms to pull you in. “You’re not screwed up, why-” he starts to say before you push him away, cutting him off. “I don’t need you to lie to me!” you shout. “I’m not lying. You’re not screwed up. You are perfect just the way you are, I wouldn’t change anything about you. Please, baby. Believe me, I love you”, he whispers and you can’t help but give in this time when he pulls you into his arms. “I’m here, and I love you.”
Liam
Just go without me, I know you’ve been looking forward to it all week. I’ll be fine I promise, I’m just going to take some medicine and go to sleep. Have fun, I love you. You pressed send, and laid back down on your bed. A little white lie never hurt anybody. But was it really a lie? You were sick, just not in the way that Liam thought. Not in the way that could be fixed by a dose of medicine and a little sleep. That’s all you seemed to do lately though, sleep all day and night. It wasn’t really a solution, but it took away the pain of reality. You felt your eyelids start to drop, but there was a sudden knock at your front door. You glanced at the clock, surprised to see that an hour had already passed. You lazily walked to the door, attempting to rub the tiredness from your eyes. “Who is it?” you called. “It’s meeeeeee!” you heard Liam shout from the other side of the door. You stopped in your tracks, cursing under your breath. You opened the door to see Liam standing with a bag in one hand and a cup in the other. “I brought you some soup, and some crackers, and some chocolate. Oh, and some tea”, he smiles as he hands you the cup. “Thanks” you say somewhat hesitantly as he walks through the doorway. “You really didn’t have to, I told you to go ahead to the party”, you remind him in a cold tone. “I know, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being out while you were at home sick”, he says as he kisses your forehead. “Hmm, you don’t feel like you have fever”, he says with a confused look. “You don’t really look sick either.” You sigh, not really knowing what to say. Liam puts the food on the counter before turning back to you. “You’re not really sick are you?” You stay silent, looking down at your feet. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything”, he says as he reaches for your hand. “No, Liam. I can’t!” Liam is taken back by your shouts, his face sad and confused. “I can’t tell you anything! We’re supposed to be this perfect happy couple, how can I tell you that I hate myself when I have this reputation to live up to? How can I tell you what’s wrong, when I don’t even know?” Your body starts to shake with sobs, and you fall to your knees. You hear Liam fall to the ground, and his arms are soon wrapped around you. “I’m sorry”, he whispers in your ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. But I’m here, and I’m going to help you, no matter what it takes. We’re going to get through this, together.”
