Chapter One

                                    

                                          
LIAM :
                          
"Uh- hello, I'm Liam Payne from Tupelo, Mississippi. I've traveled to Los Angeles for college, to be a writer." I said nervously to the lady sitting at the desk who wrote this down.
                          
"Ahem, right there, Mister Payne... Room 118 have a good school year." She handed me a room key as I walked away with my small back pack of clothes. I looked down to read the instructions on how to get to my room, that was until I ran into someone.
                          
"Jeezus man! Watch it!" He spun around and looked at me, a nice acoustic guitar in his hands- which I only seen the neck of cause it hit me in the eye. "Shi- Crap man! Are you okay?!" He yelled as I covered my eye with my hand. 
                          
He led me to a bench as I sat down, "aye, you alright?" He removed my hand that covered my eye and looked at it. I couldn't help but stare at him while he looked at me, he had blonde and brown hair, bright blue eyes and a funny accent...
                          
"Funny question, where are you from?" I asked him with a small smile.
                          
"Minneapolis, Minnesota. You never answered my question..." He smiled widely and laughed after, you could hear the 'ha ha ha ha' when he did.
                          
"It hurts... A lot." I held back the sobs I wanted to let out... Cause I'm supposed to be a man. I could feel the wound throbbing, he swiped his thumb under my eye as I felt the hurt.
                          
"You had a loose tear... Liam." He smiled handing me my room card. Great, crazy Minnesotan knows where I live! "Crazy Minnesotan? You're the one that talks weird!" He laughed again.
                          
"Sorry... Didn't realise I said it aloud." I apologised, grabbing my room card from his hands and setting my head down. He put his index finger under my chin and raised my head, "I'm NIALL Horan, and luckily for you- we're roomys." He smiled grabbing one of his bags and taking it down a hallway, I ran after him and walked by his side, close- but far enough away so I won't get hit with his guitar.
                          
"Niall? That's a pretty name..." I said not really thinking, or knowing what to say.
                          
"Pretty? That sounds a little gay... Doesn't it?" He asked me, turning his head in my direction.
                          
"I don't know..." I simply replied, I wasn't ready to have a heart-to-heart conversation with a stranger about my sexuality.
                          
"You gay? You sound gay? Lots of gay men in this place- lemme tell you, met this guy at the club I was playing at last night... After I played- figured out it was a gay bar! Crazy stuff there." He said in a messy manner, which got me confused, so I just asked a question about gay people.
                          
"Are you gay?" Was all I could come up with... Great going Liam- real smooth!
                          
"Maybe a little bisexual? I don't know... When I figure it out- I'll let you know." Niall said sassily, and opened a door that said 118... The problem was there was a David Bowie poster on the door... And the rest of the room.
                          
"Well... I'm guessing you're a Bowie fan?" I asked him, he looked at me like I was stupid. "Have you not seen Labyrinth?!?" He basically yelled, "it IS the best movie of all time!" He set my bag onto my bed and skipped around the room, of course hopping onto his bed and swung his guitar around.
                          
He started strumming something slowly, until it turned up beat and he stood up and danced around the room while playing. "You remind me of the babe, what babe? The babe with the power, what power? Power of voodoo, who do? You do, do what? Remind me of the babe." He danced around more and looked at me with some crazy look, "I saw my baby! Crying hard as that babe could cry, what could I do? My baby's love had gone, and left my baby blue! Nobody knew, what kinda magic spell to use!"
                          
"Slime or snails, or puppy dog tails, thunder or lightning? And baby said!" I sang as Niall stared at me and it looked like he was about to explode with joy.
                          
"Dance magic dance, magic dance magic, dance magic." We sang loudly, falling back onto Niall's bed. He smiled widely at me and I seen his face lean closer to mine, like he was going to kiss me- but he quickly pulled away and that beautiful smile disappeared... 
                          
"I hate crushes..." It bursted out of my mouth as Niall shook his head. I didn't like where this was going, but I knew it was going somewhere.
                          
"Talk to me, let's play twenty questions." He said, of course it's always that.
                          
"Favourite food?" I asked him- then he started laughing again.
                          
"All food, it's all good in its own way. You?" He smiled.
                          
"I'd have to say ice cream..." I said just saying what was on top of my head.
                          
"What are you at college for? I wanna be a singer." He once again smiled at nodded to his guitar. 
                          
"I can tell, and you're really good. I want to be a writer." I shrugged my shoulders, my dreams were not as big as his. 
                          
"That's really cool Liam, just think- we could start a band!" Niall laughed, he did have a small point. Singer/songwriters are very popular nowadays, such as Ed Sheeran and Passenger.
                          
"We could... You can sing, I can write! Have you written anything before?" I asked as he nodded his head in excitement. He reached into his pillow case and found a note book. 
                          
"I've worked in one song for about two years now- it's called Fall Back." He said happily, grabbing his guitar and paper. He tuned his guitar and started to play. "Slow, we could take our time, maybe? No. You just wanna- take a road that I don't know, love that I can't show, my heart... It takes a blow!  You tore me apart, and maybe you should know... Is I just faaall, fall back, and watch you craaawl crawl back to me. Yeah."
                          
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Hi! Imagin Nialls song how ever you want to- a kinda wrote it with a friend... So it's odd. Every chapter will be about 1,000 words. It just works for me. 
                          
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