So I guess by now Niall & I are considered official, I've never been happier, honestly. It's only been a week but I see this as something I can get used to. Niall is the sweetest boy I have ever met/dated. He's so different from every other guy. He actually cares about me and I care about him. I still don't know what I want out of this relationship but I can foresee no problems in the future. Maybe that's just my wanting to be with him or just my intuition. It hurts my brain to think about about it.
I'm his first everything and that really scares me. I like going through the journey with him but his inexperience... whatever it really doesn't matter. I should be happy that I get to show him these things and I am genuinely happy, really! I just can't get the feeling that something's going to happen and it's going to be my fault. Here I go contradicting myself again, just call me Liam the Contradictor! I'm such an idiot.
I'm insecure, don't know what for. Haha just made that up... okay let me shut up now.
"How is my beautiful boyfriend doing today?" Niall said cheerily. Wrapping his arms around the boy in the crowded hallway while making their way to homeroom.
"Not so good or should I say Niall so good?" He joked. "Haha kill me on i'm on a roll with these bad puns today."
"That one didn't even make sense!"
"Doesn't have to make sense to be funny! I'm sure there's tons of comedians who make senseless jokes like Spiderman."
"Spiderman? Since when was he funny?" Niall asked.
"You know! In the video games when he... uh says those things... Whatever!"
Niall kissed him on the cheek "You're so cute when you get flustered babe."
"You're so cute when you get flustered babe"He mocked in a condescending tone and Niall tickled him right under his left nipple. It was a weird place to be ticklish in but who can you blame?
"Cut it out Nialler!"
"Make me you doofus!"
Liam cupped Niall's chin and gave him a surprise kiss, stopping him in his tracks.
"Well that's one way to do it"he giggled. Pulling Liam into the class and taking their assigned seats in the front of the room.
"Good Morrow students! For today's assignment I would like for you to make a posterboard of various shopping skills for a safer and faster checkout."She announced brightly. "The supplies are in the back, use whatever you want."
Liam rolled his eyes and sighed, "One of these projects again. When are we ever going to get to do something different!"
"Well there's the semi annual field trip coming up soon Li, that's different enough right?"
"Not in the slightest..." He said glumly
"You're such a Negative Nancy."
"Yeah, it's cause I hate this class. I'm still in it because you're here."
He looked at Liam shocked, "I don't know if that's romantic or just plain stupid." He rubbed a concealed scar running down the base of Liam's neck and he flinched away. Refusing to let Niall touch him again.
"How'd you get that scar babe?" He asked quietly.
"I.. I don't know what you're talking about. What scar?" He replied, obviously lying. Niall knew but he didn't want to push further.
The air was tense around them for the remainder of the period and following into their second period class. Niall wondering about the secret of the scar.
Liam was assigned a seat next to Zayn, which angered Niall but Liam shrugged it off as jealousy. Niall watched him conversate with the enemy as if it was a joke to him. He didn't understand.
"What would you say to coffee later today?" Zayn asked, placing his hand around Liam's shoulders.
"Um... sounds fine I guess" He said awkwardly, wiggling out of Zayn's grasp.
So touchy feely, I feel like a used towel in a public !
"Sounds like a plan love" He winked at Liam, rubbing his hand gently up and down on the boy's thigh.
Jesus fucking christ get your slimy hands off of me!
"I appreciate the gesture Zayn but I have a boyfriend." He replied, pushing Zayn's hand off.
"Well that's news to my ears, who's the lucky guy to score the heart of your sexiness?"
Just quit it with the obvious flirting you moron!
"Niall Horan, i'm sure you've met." He answered sarcastically.
Zayn's eyes grew in surprise and his mouth fell open.
"Well... Lucky boy he is. I'd do anything to be with such a sexy english boy like you."
Zayn kissed the crook of Liam's neck softly, forcing him to move his seat to the far edge of the table.
"Don't be like that baby, you know I'm a better lover than that thing is. C'mon lemme show ya."
"No." He said sternly. "Just.. no."
Niall giggled to himself, watching Zayn get shot down was one of the most hilarious thing he'd seen in a long time. No one ever turned him down, and seeing his face clearly grief stricken brought joy to him. Why did he even want Liam so much? Was mark not giving Zayn what he wanted?
The bell rang just in time for Liam to get out of that awkward turn of events.
"Just so you know it isn't over English Muffin!" Zayn hollered.
The Shitstorm had just begun...
