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Niam - Snowsman II

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Happily, Niall passed the test. An B- was surely something to be celebrating and be thankful about and what better way to do it than to run to your tutor, hug him tightly in the middle of the hall with many students watching, and then mutter exhaustively thank you’s. That’s exactly what Niall did.

Sadly, their growing fondness to each other was cut short before they truly became friends. Summer came and Liam left for college – much to the townspeople’s relief and to Niall’s dismay. He never told anyone about it but he couldn’t sleep well at night the whole summer. He would fall asleep when dawn breaks, suddenly feeling tired of thinking about Liam, resting his head on his pillow that was now smelled a bit salty because of the tears.

He never got the chance to tell him. Now what’s left a hole in his heart with a question hanging by the moment, waiting and wondering when, oh, when will he ever have the chance to see Liam again.

And now, he does have a chance. That person he waited for so long was there, in the kitchen, asking him what was the matter and probably wondering why he was playing so nonchalant. A knock on the bathroom door sounded and Niall’s figure stiffened.

“Niall, you alright?” asked Liam through the door.

“’M okay,” replied Niall, getting a hold of himself. “I’m coming out.”

As his fingers touched the cooling doorknob, the Irish lad took a deep breath and then slowly turned it. The door creaked and Liam’s still wondering face came into view. “You alright?” the older lad repeated and Niall nodded.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked a question again.

Niall paused from walking, wondering if he should just say it. He shook his head and went on walking towards the kitchen. “No, you didn’t do anything,” he muttered.

The Irish lad felt Liam’s warm hands touch his arm and he froze. “Don’t you want me here?” whispered Liam, sounding a bit hurt. “At first you seem so happy to see me and then you suddenly become so distant.”

“You want the truth?” The words seeped through Niall’s gritting teeth.

“I just want to know if you’re okay, Niall,” said Liam. “There’s no need to get angry.”

“Well I am angry!” Niall shouted, turning to face the taller lad behind him.

“Why? Did I do something? Didn’t you want to see me–”

“Don’t you fucking get it, Liam?!” Niall shouted. “Of course I wanted to see you! Ever since you left I wanted you to come back! But now that you’re here, I’m scared you never felt the same way about me…”

“Niall–”

“Because I love you, Liam, alright?! I fucking love you that’s why Zayn asked you to tutor me. That’s why I always defended you from my friends.”

“Niall–”

“So go on and tell me – go on! Tell me you don’t feel the same way–”

“NIALL!” Liam grabbed the younger lad’s shoulders. “I’m not gonna do that.”

“Wha–”

Liam leaned down and pressed his lips onto Niall’s own. It started out a bit rough, the older lad pushing hard against Niall, but it slowly became softer as Niall kissed Liam back. Liam’s hands left Niall’s arms and grabbed the younger lad’s by the hips, pulling him closer and all the space between them vanishing.

The older lad’s tongue flicked the bottom of Niall’s lips and he gladly parted them, continuing to a more languid kissing. Niall growled after Liam nipped his bottom lip, hanging his arms around the older lad’s neck. A groan escaped Niall’s lips and the two broke off their kiss.