A/N: Niall is in BOLD; Others are Plain or Italicized

Chapter 4: Countdown

Liam's heart was racing. He'd been waiting for this for so long, to feel Niall's touch him, to actually feel him.

Now he didn't have to wait any longer, it felt so surreal to him. The way Niall's lips press against his, the way he clawed at his back; the way Niall rolled his hips into his.

He'd never felt this way before about anybody and the feelings were mutual.

Liam sucked on his lover's lower neck leaving purplish bruises, as Niall pushed his pelvis hard into him.

Niall was his and no one was going to take him away.

They completely stripped each other of the fabric getting in their way.

"Are you ready?" he mouthed. Liam giving him an assuring nod.

Fuck he wanted him so bad.

The boy placed his lips around Liam's length; licking the slit up and down.

This drove him wild, he forced himself upwards into Niall's throat, Thrusting with a perfect rhythm.

There was a loud crashing sound in the background, Niall turned around only to see his father standing there with a look of anger & betrayal.

"..Dad this isn't wha-"

"Get out, Get the fuck out."

Niall was shaking now, he didn't want it to happen this way. He didn't want his father to know.

"What are you waiting for you faggot, GET OUT!"

Tears welled in Niall's eyes as his father left the room, he heard crashes and bangs in the other room. He'd never seen his father so angry.

—-

".. Niall, it's my fault.. I shouldn't have"

"No, it isn't.." his eyes now puffy and red.

"..Can we just go somewhere? Anywhere but here."

Liam nodded as he opened the car door.

It was his fault, even though nialler said it wasn't. If he hadn't hesitated this would've never happened. He and Niall could've just been friends again.

But they had gone so far in just a few short minutes and he didn't want to forget it. Not after the way he looked at him.

Not after what he had seen.

They were silent the whole ride, he took him into his home and introduced Niall to his mother.

She was surprised that boy's father would have done that, they were so close.

"You can stay here as long as you need" She would say but Niall didn't hear a word.

He blocked out everything, he was numb.

He couldn't feel anymore. His father was so ashamed of him and he knew it.

He would throw his walls up anytime Liam asked him if he was okay, he would just nod and force a smile.

Liam's first love was in pain and he couldn't do anything about it. If only he could turn back time.

He took for granted what had happened and the consequences were life changing.

—

Niall hadn't attended school the entire week and Liam feeling responsible for what had happened had brought his boyfriend's work home and helped him with it.

It felt great to call him his boyfriend even though it had happened under horrible circumstances.

But he was so in love, they were so in love.

The boy let his walls come down a bit with every passing day, he liked the way he felt with his boyfriend. The way he caressed him while he slept and let him know that he was there. That nothing bad was going to happen to him.

He was convinced that there was nothing better. But there was still so much hurt in his eyes.

"Faggot" replayed in his mind like a never ending carousel.

The only time he didn't hear it was when he was in Liam's arms.

He gave the best kisses.