Wanted | Niam AU

Chapter 7: Niall

Happy Valentine's Day, I love you!!
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The moment he pushed my hair out of my eyes I knew I was in trouble.

He was being so thoughtful and kind. For a second I really thought he was going to lean down and kiss me. I almost was willing him to do it in my mind. How silly am I being? I know he is only taking care of me because I'm Greg's brother. There is no way a guy like this would ever be interested in me. Greg was dead wrong. I'm so far out of Liam's league it was unreal.

Liam sat on the other end of the sofa and rested my legs on his lap. Well, not really because he put a pillow in between him and my legs. I must admit I felt a tad bit disappointed when I saw him do that. Harry never would have sat on the sofa like this. He said he could not take touching me because it only made him want me more. Maybe he just didn't want to touch me because I was never desirable for him. To be honest, I would never have been ready to do anything with Harry. We barely ever kissed and that was all. I guess he felt the same way. He never really wanted me.

You will never be wanted by anyone...

"Hey, what are you frowning for over there? Do you want me to change the movie? Cars not doing it for you, sweetheart?" Liam asked as he started to stroke my legs.

Oh. My. God. He really needed to stop doing that. This boy must have magic in his fingertips...holy fuck. There goes that pressure in my cock again!

"No, it's fine. I was just thinking about the whole thing with Harry today. I'm sorry," I said as I tried to relax while he was sending jolts of electricity up and down my legs. Liam's face immediately fell and he looked like he wanted to hurt someone. He stopped stroking my legs and pushed both his hands through his messy hair. I immediately missed his touch and regretted bringing up Harry. As I watched him run his hands through his hair I licked my lips. What I wouldn't do to straddle him right now and run my fingers through that hair. I wonder if it was as soft as it looked.

Oh holy shit! I needed to stop this. I tried to clear my head of my thoughts and looked back up at Liam who was now looking at me. This was starting to get awkward the way we kept staring at each other.

"Hey, um, Liam, can I ask you something?" I said as I sat up a little to get a better look at him. My God he really was breathtaking. He smiled at me.

"Always."

Yep, I would never forget that smile for as long as I lived. The feelings it sent through my body were like nothing I had ever experienced.

"Why do you keep calling me sweetheart?"

Shit! As soon as I asked him that, his smile faded just a little bit.

"I didn't realize I was saying it a lot, I'm sorry. If you want me to stop or it bothers you, I'll try to be more aware of it," Liam said as he looked back at the TV.

Oh no! I think I just hurt his feelings. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck a duck!

"No no, please don't stop. I mean, I like it. I mean, um, well..." Good Lord, what was I trying to say here?

"It's just that you called me that the first time you touched me. I mean, when you pulled me back away from Greg and Harry. I guess I was just surprised to hear anyone other than Greg use an endearing name for me. That's all," I said as I lay back down on the pillow. Jeez, now I felt like a complete bitch. Here this god of a guy was staying home tonight and waiting on me and I just insulted him. Shit! I truly sucked at this stuff.

"Harry never called you sweetheart or anything?" Liam asked, his voice filled with surprise.

"Ha! No...about the only thing he ever called me was Ni. That should have been another sign," I said, the last sentence practically under my breath.

"Well, I can tell you this Niall, if you were my boyfriend, I would let you know every day how much you meant to me, through words...and much more," Liam said in a sexy-ass voice.

I wanted to say show me this much more and show me now please!

Okay, that just woke up my whole body, including my libido. Wow...no one has ever said anything like that to me before. Whoever snags this guy is going to be one hell of a lucky bitch.

"That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you Liam, so much. I'm sure you're going to make some boy a very happy man someday," I said with as much of a smile as I could muster.

The thought of another boy in his arms drove me almost mad. What was wrong with me? God help me. I turned my attention back to Cars.

Before I knew it he was stroking my legs again and I fell into a dream. I dreamt I was walking along a riverbank. It was me walking, but I was also standing in the background watching it all play out. All I could see was my back walking away from me. Then to my side a man came running up and picked me up in his arms and spun me around. He gave me the most loving kiss. He whispered something in my ear, and I threw my head back and laughed. He turned and I could now see the front of his body...it was Liam. He had white linen pants on that were rolled up so the water did not touch them and a gray shirt. He looked like heaven. His smile was that crooked smile that I instantly fell in love with and would do anything to see every day. Just then I turned along with Liam to start walking back, but something was different about me but I couldn't see what it was. I barely could see my face or my body. Everything got blurry. Liam dropped my hand and started to walk away from me. Wait! Where was he going? Why was he leaving? He looked so sad.

I heard someone talking to me. It was my mother: Wake up Niall...you will never be wanted like this Niall darlin'... He does not want you Niall, wake up...Does not want you...No! That was not true. I saw the way Liam looked at me in my dream...he loved me...he had to love me.

Niall, sweetheart, wake up...