Niall's POV
The next day at school, I didn't talk to Liam at all. I heard what he told Zayn yesterday and now I know I'm obviously too damn clingy, so I'll just give his royal ass some fucking space. To say I was hurt was an understatement.
"Niall, do you want to come over to study after school?" Liam whispered to me while we both took down the notes from the board for the test we had coming up. I wanted to snap at him and say he was being a clingy butt face, but controlled myself from sounding like a grumpy toddler.
"I can't. I already made plans with Harry." I lied to him. I knew Harry would be all for covering my lie just because he's a nice guy. He also wants to be my friend, so I'm sure he'll be for anything. I looked up from my paper and saw Liam's face full of guilt as his puppy brown eyes looked over the line of stitches I had on my head.
"Maybe you could bring him and we can all hang out together?" He asked me with his voice full of guilt. I shrugged and continued to take notes. Liam sighed and followed what I was doing.
Once class ended, I got up and left Liam behind me as I went to go find Harry. I found the curly haired boy as he was just about to go into the library for both our study period we had now. I slipped my hand in his to pull him to a stop and to get his attention. He turned to me and gave me a soft smile and tugged me by the hand to the back of the library. We both dropped out backpacks to the floor then he sat down, patting a spot next to him.
"Do you want to hang out tonight?" I asked Harry quietly as I sat next to him. He nodded happily before going on a short little rant about how him and his married boyfriend went on a cute date last night. I felt kind of envious of him because he could actually call this guy his boyfriend in a way. He always says that he doesn't want to label what's going good, but he let's the word boyfriend slip out every now and then. I was also jealous that he went on dates with this guy that doesn't have a name.
"So, I've kind of been seeing someone." I told him, just feeling the need to get this off my chest to someone. I could trust Harry with this. He only has the idea that I'm gay, but he doesn't know that I'm in the same situation as he is with being with a married man. Harry looked at me with those green eyes that held so much more interest and curiosity.
"He's married." I said awkwardly. Harry broke out laughing and mumbled to welcome me to the club. I laughed lightly before sighing with content that he knew something and didn't care at all. This was actually nicer than feeling so closed off to someone.
I guess me and and Zayn's relationship has come between Liam and I. But Liam's relationship is coming between us too so we're both in the wrong. There's just too much tension between us. I know the only reason why I go to his house anymore is to check out his dad. Then Liam is fine with treating me like shit and saying he's done having to always be there for me just because he has a girlfriend now. It's sad that this is happening to us, but all friendship go through hard times. At least, that's what I keep telling myself because I don't want to loose him. I'm just hoping he looses his girlfriend then Zayn is honest with his son so everything can either fall apart or fall back together.
"Do you want to come over to Liam's house with me tonight to study for our test?" I asked Harry, feeling my own guilt build about not working on my friendship. Harry said he would do that and it would be fun because him and Liam hadn't hung out much. My feelings still might be hurt from what he said yesterday, but I feel like maybe if I try a little harder to be the friend he wants then we can work things out. If Liam wants to hang out, I'll drop whatever I'm doing to do that. The rest of study period was just Harry helping me with some homework and us both making jokes about Sophia being mean to me.
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Best Friend's Dad (Ziall Horlik)AU
FanfictionSometimes people are just drawn to each other, no matter who they are and how they know them. It's chemistry and sometimes it can end as an experimental disasters. Niall Horan was a regular seventeen year old guy. He, like any other regular teenager...