Niall's POV
The bell rang for the school day to be over, but with the way I reacted people probably thought Jesus had just accepted my soul. Today was the longest day of my life, and not even the good kind. All my teachers were on my ass about me not exactly coming to school that much, but all of them knew what was going on with the other students and told me if I just get a few of my assignments in, then they would pass me. Speaking of the other students, I got more slut comments because of the fading love bites I have on my throat that I can't hide with a shirt. But, because those are from Zayn, I didn't really feel ashamed or the need to hide them so I just wore them with pride.
I went straight to my locker to get a few books I needed to do my mountain of homework, but just as I was closing it and about to slip away, a strong hand came up behind me and gripped my shoulder. I turned around to see a very hurt looking Liam standing behind me. His brown eyes looked over my face, then my visible love bites. Somehow the boy pulled himself together enough and let out a deep sigh.
"Do you want to come over so I can help you with your assignments? We also have to talk about something, but I know I really want to punch you in the face for it and I don't want to do it here incase that happens." Liam asked me quietly and seriously. I nodded slowly to answer him because I didn't understand what happened to him that he wants to punch me in the face. No one knows anything about anything, so Liam shouldn't be angry.
"What did I do wrong?" I asked him. He looked at me like his brown eyes were saying I've done everything wrong and that was enough to make me feel actually scared for my life. Liam is the scariest angry person alive. I know it's because he has allot of pent up anger from his childhood and sometimes he just let's it out when there's a good reason to be angry. When Liam was about to answer my question of what I had done wrong, his bitch... I mean his girlfriend came up and laced her hand with his. He looked like he was about to scream at her not to touch him as he slipped his hand out of hers.
"Are you still up for me coming over?" Sophia asked him, pulling these puppy dog eyes that I found embarrassing and ugly on her. Liam rolled his eyes and they both stepped away from me to have a hushed conversation. But, I still heard it because not only is Sophia bad at putting her make up on, she's also bad at whispering.
"You still want to talk to him after what I told you about him? That's disgusting, Liam." Sophia hissed at her boyfriend. Liam shook his head and looked over at me before telling her something quietly that made her angry and storm off. Liam walked back over to me and grabbed me roughly by the arm before dragging me out of the school building. His breaths were coming out short and deep like they always do when he's about ready to explode. Honestly, I was confused about anything that was going on because there's nothing Sophia would know that would be making Liam like this.
"Get in." Liam growled at me as I stood outside his car. I was going to protest and say I have my own car, but the way his eyes were looking at me made me just listen. He's going to turn into the fucking hulk here soon if he doesn't calm down. Both of us got in his car, but I didn't feel safe with him driving me with the amount of anger that was coming off my best friend. His hands probably imprinted the steering wheel as he drove to his house.
When we got to his house, I climbed out and stood outside his car for a minute while he seemed to catch his breath. Liam got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him and making eye contact with me. I backed up in his front lawn while he took slow stalking steps towards me. I felt like an animal being hunted on, but I didn't want to run because there was hope that the hunter was friendly in the end.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Liam asked me coldly. My mind started racing with all the things I hadn't told him. The visions of Zayn and all we had done together were all I could see. I knew somehow, he knew about everything. Well, maybe not everything but enough to get him this angry.
"Because you would react like this. Just calm down and I'll explain myself." I told Liam as he took more slow steps towards me. I had stopped backing up and just braced myself for what was to come. If someone were fucking my dad, I'm sure I would react this way too. Well, maybe not so angry because being angry takes allot of energy I don't have, but I wouldn't be happy about this.
"Niall, I've known you for years now. Why do you think it's okay to just hide the fact you're gay from me? I didn't believe the rumor because I trusted you would tell me the truth. Now I finally get the truth that you said some guys name while you were snogging Melissa and that's how all this shit started. I know the truth now, and it sure as hell didn't come from you! You're gay and I'm the last person to know because I believed you would tell me! Not my girlfriend and her best friend!" Liam yelled at me. A wave of relief ran through me because he wasn't referring to me having an affair with his dad, it was just my sexuality. My pounding heart stopped and went back to it's normal pace as I begin your think of why this was pissing this boy off so much.
"What does the fact I'm gay matter to you? I like dudes, that doesn't give you a right to scream at me. Maybe you should have listened to the rumors more because some of them were true. Or maybe, you should have fucking stood by me while I was getting beat up and bullied by your girlfriend and her friends because I made a mistake. Sophia hates me, mate. She hates me because I'm not what Melissa expected me to be. Why that's her business, I'll never know, but I know that girl is pulling you away from me. Call me clingy all you want, me being gay doesn't affect anyone in this situation except for your girlfriend." I told Liam with full defeat in my voice. He looked at me like he was trying to figure out if he was still feeling betrayed by me or if he was ready to just talk about this. He came over to me and pulled my in his strong arms like the brother he always has been to me.
"Why didn't you just tell me? I thought you were jealous of her, that's all she kept telling me. Just... I'm your brother and I left you when you needed me all because some girl came along and made me feel needed. You needed me, but I didn't want you to in that way and I was stupid. I'm so sorry." Liam whispered to me. I hugged him back tightly and mumbled that it was okay and there were no hard feelings. We both let each other go and he pulled me to the porch step to sit. He looked over me, but his eyes kept glancing at my neck.
"So, who keeps marking you up like that? I've seen a few, but these ones look more... intense." Liam asked me, a small hint of anger in his voice still lingered. We were sitting separately and just keeping our distance. I looked at him to see if he was maybe ready for this. Then I thought over if I should be the one to tell him or if Zayn should. I guess Zayn should tell his wife first, then his son before I just tell him. They're a family and need to work this issue out that way before I step in where I shouldn't.
So I settled with a simple shrug to answer him and looked forward at the street. We both just sat there quietly and awkwardly until the front door to his house opened and Perrie stepped out. She looked at us confused and worried. Liam and I stood up to greet her before we looked at her like we were waiting for an explanation to the look on her face.
"What was the screaming going on about?" She asked us. Liam gave me a look of question like he was asking if it was okay he outed me to his mum. Honestly, the whole neighborhood knows I'm gay now, she should know too. She's known me for long enough time that she should know. I gave Liam a nod a shuffled closer to him for reassurance. His hand rested on my lower back as he nodded for us to go inside. We all ended up just standing in the entry way quietly until Liam spoke.
"I was being a prick about finding out Niall's gay. We're both fine, but yeah. Niall's gay." My best friend said nonchalantly to him mum. I let out a small giggle and looked at Liam. He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around me tighter. That movement seemed to trigger a reaction from his mum and I was being pushed away from my best friend.
"Get out of this house. Your people influence bad behavior and I don't want that around my son. Get out!" Perrie screamed at me as she pushed me to the front door. Liam tried to step in to help me, but I knew I wasn't wanted here and wouldn't ever be able to see my best friend again, so I stopped fighting it. I gave Liam a brave smile and pat my chest right over my heart so he knew I love him. He shook his head to me and begin saying that I didn't have to go, but the daggers I was getting from Perrie made me know I had to. So I opened the front door and shut it behind me. I heard Liam yelling for me to come back, Perrie begin telling him how homosexuality will rub off in him if he doesn't stay away from me. All I knew was I was numb with emotions, but didn't really want to go back and fight for my friendship with Liam. I was tired of the hiding and the lying. I was tired of homophobic people and I was tired of fighting for what I was love.
As I walked down the street to my house, tears fell down my face. I wasn't crying, the tears were just falling and I wasn't going to control it. The sad part was, I wasn't sad over the fact that I just lost my best friend. I was sad because that's who Zayn has to come out to. All I could hope was Liam would be okay with his dad being gay like he was fine with me being gay, then we can all just move on with our lives.
I don't want Liam to hate his dad or me for the affair we had. I don't want him to loose what he has over me. Obviously, he's not going to be happy with his mum and I know he's not going to be happy with his dad. I'd rather have Zayn and Perrie stay married than Liam have to go through his parents getting a divorce. He was already given up for adoption, he doesn't need that in his life too. I know how horrible it is and I don't want that to be on my best friend. My thoughts motivated me to sending Zayn a text saying we needed to end things before they got worse than they already were. I didn't get a reply, but I didn't really want one. He wasn't my love anymore and I wasn't his. That's just the way things needed to be and I knew that was right.
My phone buzzed in my pocket after a few more minutes of me walking and I saw it was a text from Liam saying that he was still my best friend and still my brother matter what. I text him back that I loved him before turning off my phone and changing the direction I was going to the London Bridge instead. People all have a breaking point and I know I just reached mine.
A/N: .... anyway! What are the song lyrics that inspire you the most?!?!?!?!? Comment / Vote!
- Bri;)