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Niall determined a long time ago that Liam Payne was a problem.
Everything about him was just…troublesome. It made him angry when Liam let out that cute little laugh of his that you rarely heard because he was so soft-spoken; or when he gave you that puppy dog look and wasn’t even aware he was doing it; or his accent; or his singing voice; or how he looked in flannel shirts.
It all just pissed Niall off.
Niall Horan wasn’t a “love” person. He’s never been in love. His relationships lasted until he was bored and he decided to move on which was usually about two weeks.
But it’s been six months. Six months of avoiding Liam’s eyes; six months of staring at him; six months of stuttering when speaking to him; six months of extra heartbeats and lost words.
Liam Payne was most definitely a problem.
“There we go.” Liam said with a small laugh as he finished scribbling on the sole of his gym shoe and Niall raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?” he questioned and Liam flashed him a sweet smile that Niall refused to say made his heart stop.
“You know how Woody’s got Andy’s name on his foot in Toy Story?” Liam asked and Niall rolled his eyes. How could he forget? The boy played the movie non-stop everyday.
“Yeah, so?”
“Ta-da!” Liam exclaimed, holding up his shoe where he wrote with the Sharpie and Niall’s eyes widened at the sight of his name scribbled across the shoe.
“Why the hell did you write Niall?” Niall asked and it came out much louder than he wanted to and Liam shrugged casually.
“I wanted to try something else. Besides, your name is cute.” Liam muttered, slipping the shoe on and waving his foot around proudly.
He was unaware of the barrage of curses and glares he was receiving as the red rushed to Niall’s cheeks.
‘He’s too cute, damn it…’