Liam played around in the garden for a few minutes before taking off to the pool. He stood on the edge, starting to take off all his clothes and cannon-balling right in. The water was cold, especially on his cock. How did Harry do it? Liam shivered, and dunked his head into the water. He had just agreed to have sex with Niall, he didn’t really care much for what was to come afterwards. He knew he had Niall, and he also knew that Niall had him no matter what. Niall wasn’t a whore, well he was for Liam, but could you blame him? Liam knew Niall before Ashley, they shared a room during the XFactor days. There was sexual tension, he knew that, so why not let it all out? He was laughing at the engaged thing and how Niall just said “YOLO” about it. Just the thought of touching Niall again was getting him hard. So, he resurfaced and held on to the edges of the pool, looking for Niall, naked in the pool.
Nick huffed and puffed and fidgeted with his hand, shaking his head hard at his reasoning for being so cranky. “I think Harry’s dumb face hurt my hand more than my hand hurt his face.” He frowned, finally taking the time to scan Liam’s room after he’d settled down. It was neat, almost too neat, but Nick wasn’t very surprised. Liam was the neat kind of guy, level headed and put together. “Thanks for the ice pack, man. Now I can eat this instead of spooning it,” Nicholas snorted, his face dropping with sadness when he opened the tub of ice cream. “It’s soup. It’s.. it is soup.” He hung his head as if it was a true tragedy, cradling his face in his good hand. “I’m sorry, man. How are we supposed to have a party if we have no ice cream?” Nick chewed his lip with frustration, eyebrows folding with distress. “Why don’t you have a roomate, though? You’re so fun! The fun guy,” He nodded and took a seat on the edge of Liam’s bed, kicking his shoes down before folding his feet underneath him. Hanging out with Liam was a first for Nick, but he was excited nonetheless. While at times he felt almost as if maybe he was overstepping on Liam, the two guys did have an undeniable amount of interests in common, from Rita Ora to Disney movies. It wasn’t too shabby, especially now that Nick needed some better friends. Liam seemed like a good candidate, he was honest and caring. Those were good qualities, right? He was just the right amount of crazy, too. And with out crazy, you were bound to be boring.
The whole fighting with Harry thing was removed from Liam’s mind, but he laughed at what the dark, curly haired boy said. Liam tilted his head to the side when Nick hung his head down because of the ice cream melting. Nick was so cute, it made Liam smile a little bit. Sure, Liam always silently disliked Nick because he somewhat interfering with the One Direction bromance, but who could blame him? Liam was just being possessive as always, while Nick was probably just being friendly. “You can always drink it..” Shrugging his own shoulders as he said that, then he got on his knees and got a container from under his bed, taking a seat next to Nick. “I brought me some pistachio cupcakes, want some? I only got 6 though..” He opened the container to reveal some delicious looking pistachio cupcakes with pink icing. Going off into a daze and scratching his cheek when the other boy asked why his room was half filled. “He moved out!” Nodding his head, then looking at Nick in the face. “I’m not really fun, Daddy Direction and everything..everyone either goes to Harry, Niall, or Louis for that, sometimes Zayn too…” Shaking his head and becoming a little bit depressed, he was just the daddy of the group. “Must be fun being the youngest of the Jo Bros..” Pushing his sulking attitude aside, forcing up a fake smile. “Why do you think hanging out with me will be fun?” Putting the container down on the bed and getting up, only to head to his iPhone that said on it’s dock and he turned some tunes on. “Want to do a twitcam with me?”
Zayn laughed softly as he felt Liam’s mouth near his head, taking the movie from him as he patted the other boy’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. I am pretty great aren’t I?” Zayn joked, making his way over to the DVD player. “You know I’m not that much of a crier, right? Are you positive this movie’ll be able to have that effect on me?” He raised an eyebrow, an amused glint in his eyes as he looked down at Liam. Zayn had actually seen the movie once before, but that was when he was still extremely young. There were only bits and pieces he remembered, mostly about whichever Toy Story toy Liam would have with him. Fourteen years later and he’s about to get his memory refreshed. “Sleep would be nice, but I have a feeling we’d still be wide awake after this,” Zayn chuckled. Turning back to the TV, he finished putting the movie in and tossed the remote to Liam before turning the lights out. His roommate seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth, so Zayn took the pillows from the extra bed and walked over to where Liam was, handing the boy a pillow before seating himself beside him. “Food..?” He looked around, wondering if he had finished the bag of crisps he had brought up with him the day before, or left them untouched. “I can go get us some popcorn and stuff real quick?” Zayn offered. You could never watch a movie without having the classic popcorn by your side at all times. He glanced at Liam and smiled brightly at the daddy of their group.
Liam took the pillow, putting it in his lap. “Yes, food…” Giving Zayn a crooked smile, looking at the t.v. as the movie started to play. Small previews coming up. “You know, that stuff that humans eat when they want to add on calories like an avocado or some ice cream,” Joking with him of course, eyes beaming when he offered to go get some popcorn. “Oh my god! Go do it! See if you can beat the previews! Quick!” He gave Zayn a gentle kick on his side, pointing to the door and laughing loudly. Liam had a few things planned to keep them from being bored, maybe a pillow fight after the movie, but he couldn’t hep himself when he was around the boys. Looking around Zayn’s room once more, seeing his room mate hadn’t been around for a while. Neither was Liam’s, so he thought about rooming with Zayn, but he didn’t want to be a bother. Liam didn’t like to be lonely though, even though sometimes he was. Once being by all himself a few times when the other boys shared a shared places with each other. Louis had Harry, while Niall had Zayn, and Liam was just alone, doing twitcams. However, they weren’t ever really far from each other.
Niall had decided that today he wasn’t going to be social and interact with most of the people of the house. He just wanted to politely welcome the new residents of the house, say hello to his girlfriend before going to bed and eat. He was planning on sleeping early but then, he saw Liam upset. At first, he thought he must’ve just been having a bad day but Niall frowned. Even when Liam was having bad days, he never acted like the way he was right now. He knew his band mate and close friend didn’t want to be bothered so, he walked back to his room with the rest of the pizza slice he had eaten earlier that day. However, as much as he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. He’d turn on every side of the bed but he just couldn’t. After trying for a few minutes longer, he stood up and threw his pillows across the room. It his his drawer and fell on the floor. On the corner of his left eye, he saw a figure standing near the door. His head turned quickly into that direction. His heart sank. He immediately pushed himself of his bed and placed his hands on each side of Liam’s face. He’d never seen him like this. He saw his friend’s puffy eyes. Anger rose in him. Who would do this to Liam!? Sweet, kind and just amazing Liam. He took his friend into a tight, almost suffocating, embrace. He knew Liam wouldn’t just pour his heart out like he did with Ellie when he was upset. He had heard bits and pieces about Liam before going to bed. They didn’t make sense to him but he had brushed then off. He was angry at himself. But right now, he just wanted Liam to know that he was there for him. He’d be here for him all night if he had to.
He didn’t make eye contact with Niall when his face was grabbed, he just looked the other way. The feeling of being touched made him shiver in fear, making space between him and his friend, but then he got brought into an affectionate hug. Liam was suppose to be the strong one of the group. He was deemed Daddy Direction, and dad’s were strong-willed. He would admit he had been put into similar situations like the one at hand (in ways), but he couldn’t deny this had hit him hard. He couldn’t just brush off what had happened today, it wasn’t that simple like any other times. So? He broke down, the hug was so immensely caring and Liam felt so safe. Who wouldn’t start bawling in this kind of hugs. His hands traveling to Niall’s back, stopping just right in the middle and gripping his shirt roughly. Making shirt he didn’t cry too much, but he was. Burying his face into Niall’s shoulder blade, then pulling his head up properly. “Ugh..” Cracking a smile at the blonde haired boy, while letting go of him, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I’m a real mess…I should not be crying,” He was laughing lightly, trying to man up as best as he could. “Sorry, did I wake you up?” Looking around dimly-lit room, getting Niall off him. “Haven’t been in here for a while..” Talking quietly and taking a seat on Niall’s bed, bouncing on it a bit, then looking back over to his partially long time band mate. “Are we going to talk about it, or are we going to forget about it…” He figured Niall would want to know the full story from him, rather than what he had heard and he was positive that Niall had heard. Not planning on going back to his room any time sooner, mostly afraid that Tanisha would come to his room and finish him off.
There was a type of soothing, quietness in Danielle’s room while Liam lied down with her on her bed. Lying down on his side, his hands traces her facial fingers. Mostly his fingers, index finger drawing their way from curling the tips of her hair, outlining her eyebrows and nose. Along with cheeks, lips and whatever else from. His eyes figuratively, but you might of thought, literally filled with affection toward the girl he had known since XFactor. He was shy when he met her, not making the first move and just watching her when he could. He was thankful that Kylie wasn’t in the room, she would be hilarious, but then again she would also somewhat kill the mood. He was still shocked that she was in the house and nothing bad had happened to her, hoping that nothing would. Then again, Harry and Vanessa were still in authority and that was a nightmare now that every got picked for tasks by them which were more than scarring to the memory. His focus going on Danielle’s lips, poking them for a while. His elbow resting on the bed, while he held his chin in the palm of his hand. “You’re so perfect, Danielle..” A bit of seriousness in his calm voice, placing his hands on her stomach and looking her in the eyes, his signature smile coming out. Liam moved and hovered over her, both his hands on either side of her head along with his legs on either side of her legs. “I think you’ve heard this a lot and it gets tiring, but I love you..” When he said that, he leaned his head down and gave her a shy, slow and passionate kiss. He never wanted to do something that she didn’t want to do, but kissing her was like a euphoric drug. Well, her lips were to him. He couldn’t help his hands that were sliding up and down her sides and he deepened the kiss some more, but pulled back with a gasp. “S-Sorry..” He moved off her and lied flatly on her bed, on his back and stared up at her ceiling. His right hand searched and found her left hand, intertwining their fingers together. “Can’t we just stay like this…more than forever?”
Danielle sighed as she stood up from her bed and looked around the room, she’d been stuck in there the whole day and after awhile the sight of plain white walls was getting pretty boring to her; of course she was still in her pyjamas. She hadn’t felt like doing anything at all that day, she had literally just been laying in her bed thinking about everything for hours, being honest Danielle didn’t really want to do anything at all that day, but she figured she had better try and talk to Liam about everything so it wasn’t all complicated and confusing, not that it wasn’t already. Walking over to one of the chest of drawers Danielle pulled out a pair of Jeans and a plain black t-shirt, soon enough she changed out of her pyjamas and into the clothes she had picked out of the drawers, she then pulled on a pair of ‘comfy’ shoes as she called them, when really they were just plimsolls.
Danielle made her way out of her room, she locked the door behind her and began to walk in the direction of the party room where she had arranged to meet Liam. She didn’t know whether or not it was a good idea to try and sort things out with him, well she wanted too.. but she also wanted to give him space at the same time, she didn’t want him too feel bad about her being upset though, it wasn’t really a big deal if she was telling the truth because Danielle always got upset about the silliest of things and this was just another one of those things. Walking through the door of the party room Danielle looked around too see if she could spot Liam anywhere, she couldn’t see him at all and so she decided she would just sit and wait for him to turn up, after all thats all she could really do.
Liam hadn’t fallen asleep for the past few, well two days and he could slowly feel himself becoming sleep deprived. It was nice though, to wake up next to Niall and play with his hair while he staring at him sleeping. It was really no different to when he sometimes woke up next to Danielle, or used to wake up next to her. Her hair was fun to play with as well, especially because it was long and curly. Niall’s hair was short and spiked a bit, still it was so blonde and had some brown areas that looked amazing. It was only because he was a natural brunette, and sometimes Liam tried to imagine Niall was his regular brown hair. He shook his head, looking over his shoulder to a clock. “Oh crud…” He needed to be meeting Danielle so they could talk, and he knew they would go some kind of awkward way. He gave Niall one more glance, a peck on the cheek, forehead, and then he got his clothes on from yesterday and left.
His hair was unkempt and still had a bit of Niall still on him, scent wise. He couldn’t think about that right now, he was going to talk to his ex, who still liked him or at least she said she did. Liam thought he had it all figured out, but he was still a bit confused. Mostly on the who was more important in his life factor. Danielle had been with him way before Niall, but Niall came along and struck Liam like a huge love bus. When he finally made it to the party room, he looked around inside and saw Danielle waiting for him. A wide smile coming onto his face as he walked up to her, having a seat next to her. “Hello, Dani..” Tugging at his black sweats and Superman pajama shirt. “How are you today? Looking beautiful…” His words were sincere along with the cheeky grin he gave her.
Liam lied down in his room for a good few hours, trying his best and succeeding in ignoring everyone. He was taking a day off from all the drama, and who was the only person on his mind? Niall. Ever since last night, Liam had only thought about the Irish cutie. He had to admit, he hid a boner last night just from their simple semi-make out session in the garden. He was slightly happy he got out of there before Niall could tell he had gotten one, but now he could just have one normally and not be shy about it, right?
Everything was turning into a blur for his vision and nobody who was talking seemed to make any sense anymore. All their words were slurred along with their distorted images, at least in his eyes. He had a bottle of vodka in one hand and some patron in the other, both half empty. Liam Payne, the mature one of One Direction was drunk. This was only because he was trying to loosen up and be more like the boys. He knew he wouldn’t remember this in the morning, and he knew someone would probably remind. In all, Liam didn’t really care. He just wanted to have some fun and he was going to have some fun with Niall. He was functioning quite fine, having drunk alcohol before One Direction in his past life.
It was pretty the first time, but after doing it a few more times, he turned into quite the drunken pro. As her wandered aimlessly into the garden, he fell down in the grass. Chuckling under his breath and closing his eyes. Liam was also known for being honest and quite flirty when he was intoxicated with liquor. He had already seemed to probably offend and amuse a few people within the house, but he didn’t mind. His Blue shirt having a liquor stain on it, wearing some grey sweatpants and some slippers. “Ugh, my head is so clear and floaty…” His words gurgling just a little bit, letting his eyes open back up and look at the sky.
He had been keeping some of his feelings on the inside, about the boys. He was questioning his sexuality a little bit, wondering just what was the way they acted around each other. They usually just lied and said they got on really well, but he wanted to test the waters and see if that statement was true. His first target was Niall, the Irish boy that he looked after as if he was his own little brother by blood.
Liam was too exited to have Danielle inside the house. He seemed to becoming a bit depressed and felt lonely inside the house, even though he knew he wasn’t. He knew he had the boys with him, but now that Harry was gone for a bit just to clear his head, he knew some void inside him would be empty. Besides, it seemed like the boys were drifting a bit, they didn’t really hang out like they used to before coming to the house. Actually, Liam tried to put together that maybe it wasn’t the boys, maybe it was just him. He felt somewhat inadequate, but Danielle coming felt like that could change. Nobody seemed to boost him up like she did, and he was glad she had that effect on him.
He had been in the gardens for a while, so when he finally got off the ground, his legs felt like jelly. He shook them out though, and began making his way to Danielle’s room. The producers and staff had politely told him where her room was and he gave a door two gentle knocks, standing back from the door a bit, noting how too close he was. He knew they had broken up, but he could settle with just being a friend with her. At least, he told himself that he could handle it. Tipping his “Dope” hat up, tugging at his plain white V-neck shirt, and his slightly sagging pants. He tried to make himself look a little cool rather than the dorky gentleman he let himself be.
“Noodle-hair, open up..”