Nights Like These

Nine: spilt blood

One morning Liam woke up extra early, he decided to go on a quick run before coming back to his room and getting started with a project that was assigned to him in class. "Shut the hell up" a voice had spoke through layers of covers, Liam tried not to flinch at the arubt sound.

Still weary about what he found, that yeah... Theo's definitely in a gang. Mason was right. He hadn't told his best friend yet but he was definitely going to, he had to. He searched the whole room for any guns or other incriminating things Theo had stashed away but he couldn't find anything.

"I'm not doing anything" Liam defends himself quietly as he focuses on his paper, Theo sits up ripping his covers away with a stony look as he points to Liams pen.

"You keep tapping away with that, and your feet. Stop it" Liam looks down to his feet and he is indeed tapping to the beat of his music. It was quiet in the background as to not wake Theo because he had been adamant on Liam not blasting his songs on the speakers at the peak time of 7am.

Which was fair.

Liam rolls his eyes as Theo begrudgingly stands and stalks over to the desk with the minimal amount of energy he has. He turns Liam's music off and practically stomps to the bathroom, Liam watches him go with a exaggerated sigh. He then switches his music back on when Theo closes the door and he carries on with his project.

Liam feels fidgey so he decides to do his work upside down, he turns around and rests his feet against the wall. His back hanging off the edge of his bed as his head touches the carpet to the floor, he squints his eyes at the question on his paper and groans.

The door rips open a moment later with an infuriated looking Theo, "for once in your sad little life could you just stay the fuck still, stop being so loud and stop irritating me" he slams the door shut and riffles his way through his closet, looking for clothes for the day.

Liam watches him with a roll of his eyes, still upside down. His feet tapping away on the wall to the beat of his songs, "I really bother you don't I?" He questions with a smug smile and an even smugger tone.

Theo doesn't spare him a single glace as he rips his towel off, Liam squeezes his eyes closed because Theo's ass is the last thing he wants to see. His abs are already enough.

He peaks an eye open to see Theo right in front of him- now fully clothed thankfully. Plain jeans and his signature black hoodie, the hood is up yet he's also wearing his beanie. That seems to be his look, either that or his leather jacket- well used to be before Liam stole it.

"I will stab your eye with your own pencil if you don't turn this shit off" Liam pulls an offended face at his music taste being attacked before he tightens his hold on his pen. Hey- the man has a gun, who knows what threats are real and what are fake.

"I will do no such thing!" He gasps out and Theo shakes his head in annoyance, "besides it's a pen" he smiles innocently and Theo raises a brow. Liam shrugs, "its a pen, not a pencil" he clarifies and hears Theo sigh. The sigh that means he is so close to attacking Liam and making his threats come true, which Liam doesn't particularly fancy today.

"I don't care what it is, it will still stab well." Theo jumps on his own bed ever so eloquently and grabs his phone, scrolling through it. Liam just watches him, tempted to bring up what he saw and confront Theo but not wanting to be nosy like he has been many times before.

In the end he sighs and continues writing all his ideas for his project down that race through his head.

A while later a pillow is being thrown at him his eyes widen and he sits up, feeling his head rush for being upside for so long. "The hell was that for!?" He snaps to a peeved looking Theo who is currently reading a book.