A/N: Niall Horan & Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson & Harry styles are my two favourite pairings, so I decided to write a Larry Stylinson and a Niam Horayne fic. Rated M for later chapters. Beta-ed by penaime.
The air was thick with the unmistakable stench of sex.
Harry groaned into his pillow, then looked around to see that he was alone. So that whore had left before he could even apologise for his behaviour. But it was so frustrating, if only Niall would-
He shot that thought dead in its tracks. Nothing – NOTHING - could ever happen between them. They worked together, the fans would go crazy, and it would only end up with one of them getting hurt.
The door opened with a creak and Louis's head appeared. "Welcome back to the land of living. Liam's making coffee, if you want any." He vanished, and Harry heard footsteps retreating towards the kitchen. With a groan he forced himself out of bed to take a shower.
With the warm water relaxing his aching muscles, he let his mind wander back to the night before. She was pretty fit. Blond hair, blue eyes. Practically a female Niall. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself. It wasn't as if he hadn't enjoyed himself, exactly. She just wasn't what he wanted. Not that he could see a way to get what he wanted. Sometimes… sometimes he couldn't even admit to himself that he was bisexual.
Niall had been watching TV with Liam when he'd heard the front door open and a woman giggle. His body tensed up slightly, his ears pricking up to things he didn't want to hear – kissing sounds and low groans. He felt an insane surge of jealousy run through him.
"Not exactly subtle, is he?" Liam said quietly, an undercurrent of annoyance in his voice.
"Wouldn't be Harry Styles if he let himself go unnoticed." Niall replied sourly.
"Hey," Liam frowned. "What's up? You haven't been yourself lately. For months, actually." Liam moved across the room and put a comforting arm around Niall's shoulder.
"What? No, I'm fine, Liam, honestly." Niall smiled up at Liam, his best friend of the group.
"I know what'll cheer you up," Liam said, unconvinced by Niall's words. "Let's go meet Louis at Nando's. He's there with Eleanor, it'll be like a double date," Liam joked, winking.
Niall felt himself blush and turned his head until his cheeks cooled. "Alright, nothing better to do, I suppose."
Liam gasped, clutching his hand to his chest. "You offend me, Mr. Horan. I invite you on a date and you go say a thing like that!"
Niall laughed and shook his head. In front of the cameras Liam assumed this sensible persona, but behind closed doors he was just as silly as the rest of them.
"Come on then, before they start going at it." Liam nodded towards Harry and the girl, shuddering at his own words. As they pulled on their coats and hats, Liam caught sight of a sad look in Niall's eyes. He glanced over to Harry once again before heading out of the door, and remembered the day Harry had told him the truth.
He'd been browsing through twitter when a knock came at the door.
"Come in," Liam called, snapping his laptop shut.
The door opened slowly and Harry appeared, his hands twisted together. "Hey, Liam. Can we talk?"
"Sure, what's up, mate?"
Harry sat down beside Liam, his shoulders sagging, and sighed. "I don't know where to start, to be honest with you."
Liam put an arm around the younger boy. "You can tell me anything, Hazza, you know that, right?" Harry buried his face in his hands, and for a moment Liam thought he was plucking up the courage to speak. Then he felt Harry's shoulders shudder and heard him sniff.
"I think…" Harry snivelled. "I think I might… I think I love Louis."
"Welll… of course you do." Liam said with a frown. "He's your best friend."
"No," Harry cried, shaking off Liam's arm. "I think I'm in love with him. In ways that I shouldn't be. Even as his best friend." Harry deflated, his eyes finding the floor. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's just… I just needed someone to talk to and… it could be Louis but you were the next best thing." Harry shook his head and headed for the door.
"Hey, I'm here for you. You know that, right?"
Harry paused, his hand on the doorknob, and half turned back to Liam. His hair fell in his eyes as he said, "He'll hurt me, Liam. He's not gay. And I don't even know if I am, I just… it doesn't make any sense. And I don't want to ruin our friendship with this stupid, stupid crush." He slipped out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"You okay?" Niall's voice broke Liam out of his flashback.
Liam shook his head and blinked hard. "Yeah, fine."
"Cool. Come on then, to Nando's!"