Niall P.O.V
Our first day off in almost two weeks, we had arrived in Melbourne a few days ago ready to start the next leg of our Australian tour, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it.

Liam lay on his stomach beside me; the rumpled white sheets of my hotel bed were wrapped loosely around his waist. The Melbourne sunlight hit his profile so perfectly that I was able to make birds shadows with my hands, and watch them fly across his back. This tour and sneaking around has taken so much out of both of us that we needed to just sit back and relax. I honestly could not wait to tell the boys about us, it would take a huge load off my shoulders and we finally wouldn’t have to pretend around them. But I’m not sure Liam’s ready for that yet.

Liam stirred beside me as I sat there lost in my thoughts. I glanced down at him just as he rolled over and smiled up at me.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” I said, beaming down at him. “Want to go get some breakfast?”

“Morning, babe.” He replied, grabbing one of my arms and pulling me down on top of him. I let out a fit of giggles as he brought one of his hands up to tickle my stomach. I thrashed around; almost making us tumble off of the bed.

“STOP,” I screamed at him, and his hand came up to caress my face. He brought his head up towards mine and placed a soft, quick kiss on my lips.

“How about we just order in,” He suggested, with a wink.

I was all for that idea. Yesterday at dinner the other boys told us they were going to see what Melbourne had to offer and they would probably travel down to St Kilda for the rest of the day to checkout the beach. It was relaxing to know that we could spend the whole day in my hotel room, doing whatever we wanted with no interruptions and no awkward explanations.

We consulted the room service menu and decided on bacon and eggs, French toast with extra maple syrup, chocolate chip pancakes, Irish breakfast tea and orange juice. The breakfast of champions. They told us it would be ready in twenty minutes, so I jumped in the shower. I took my time as the warm water ran over my body.

Three swift knocks on the door indicated the arrival of our breakfast. I dressed slowly, checking my appearance in the half fogged mirror. I looked happy, my eyes were bright again and there was colour in my cheeks. This is what Liam does to me. He makes me happy; he makes me feel alive, like there is nothing that I can’t do when he’s with me. He gives me confidence, and that is what I need.

I walked back into the bedroom to find the king bed made, with Liam sitting crossed legged in the middle of it. On closer inspection I noticed two empty plates which surrounded a feast of eggs, French toast and bacon. He had set a little table next to the bed which held our drinks. He smiled up at me and gestured with his hand for me to sit.

“This is amazing, Liam,” I said to him.

“Thank the chefs, I just set it up,” He answered before taking a huge bite of the bacon.

We eat the rest of our breakfast in peace, talking about nothing and everything. The feeling was so peaceful, and the look Liam was giving me, like I was the most important person in the world to him. And in that moment I believed it, I would have believed anything he said to me. Suddenly the plates were being pushed to the side and Liam was crawling across the bed to me. He stopped in front of me and held my face in his hands, placing a passionate kiss on my lips. I was so taken off guard by this that my breath left me in a rush. His hands made their way up my torso, under my shirt, running over my slightly defined abs. he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, he then proceeded to take his own shirt off. He laid me down on the bed, away from the plates and left over food that was carelessly chucked to the side, and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down my legs. He moved up my body kissing my stomach, my neck, my dimples, my mouth, until he lay beside me. I rolled over to face him, looking into his eyes. He looked undeniably sad, until he blinked, replacing the sadness with thoughtfulness.

“Liam, are you okay?” I asked him cautiously.

“I was just thinking about us, about what we’re doing. And I’m not so sure.” He replied, moving to stare up at the ceiling.

“What aren’t you sure of?” I moved closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder, pulling is arm around me as I entwined our fingers.

“About this relationship. What others will think of it? What are the consequences if it doesn’t work?” He replied.

“You worry too much Liam, did you know that?” I said, teasing him.

“Do I? Or do you not worry enough Niall? You live your life with this carefree vibe about you, and I wish so much that I could do that but I can’t. I need to worry. It’s the one thing that keeps me sane.” Liam was being so serious. After this morning I didn’t want anything to spoil it, and that’s exactly what Liam was doing, he was thinking about it to much.

“Liam, look at me.” He didn’t budge. “Liam, look at me.” He turned his head slightly. “You need to stop worrying about what other people will think, especially because nobody else knows yet. Right now this is just our little secret and I don’t want anything to ruin it. And right now you’re ruining it, so relax, will you.” I moved my leg and placed it over his body, lifting myself up so I was straddling him, he looked straight into my eyes.

“Okay, Liam.” I asked him, with a raise of my eyebrow.

“Okay, Niall.” He replied; bring his lips to meet mine. And like that we became lost in each other.



“Liam.” I looked up at him through my lashes, shyly. My head resting on his shoulder, with our legs entwined.

“Yes, Niall?” he asked me, looking down at me curiously.

“Can I show you something I’ve been working on?” I asked him

“Niall, you can show me anything. You know that,” He answered me, with a certain spark in his eyes.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled on my pants. I walked into the other room, I returned with my guitar in one hand and a pick in the other and sat down on the edge off the bed facing Liam. He sat up expectantly.

“I’ve been working on a song that I thought could be on our next album, well if the other guys like it of course.” I looked at him, my eyes sparking with excitement. “You inspired this Liam, I wrote it for you.” He gave me a nervous smile, and I looked down at my guitar and started to strum a new tune that was new to both of us.

“Am I sleep am I awake or somewhere in between, I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me. Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined. Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine

I paused.

“Now, Liam. I thought you could sing that part. And then I would sing the next part.”

Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss. And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this. I’m just the underdog who finally got the boy. And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world

“Harry and Louis would then follow with the chorus, because their voices go really well together.”

Truly, madly, deeply I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you kicked all my walls in. So baby say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you. In love with you

“Then you would follow after them with the next verse.”

Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed. And wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said. And tender touches just to show you how I feel. Or should I act so cool, like it was no big deal

“Then Zayn.”

Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this. I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it. ‘Cause here’s the tragic truth, if you don’t feel the same. My heart would fall apart if someone said your name

“Harry and Louis would continue to sing the chorus together again.”

[Harry & Louis]Truly, madly, deeply I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you kicked all my walls in So baby say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

“Louis would get a solo because he rarely gets one. And I would harmonise in the background”

I hope I’m not a casualty I hope you won’t get up and leave. Might not mean that much to you But to me it’s everything. Everything

“Then we would all sing the last chorus together.”

Truly, madly, deeply I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you kicked all my walls in So baby say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love (in love) With you (with you) In love (in love) With you (with you) In love (in love) With you (with you)”
“So what do you think?” I finally asked him, when the song was over and the echo of my voice was carried away. “Of course for the actual song we would have to change boy to girl, but that would be okay.” I paused before saying the next thing. “I just wanted to write this for you, to tell you that I love you.” I looked up at him hopefully, waiting for him to say it back to me.

I waited. And waited. Until my smile started to fall. I waited so long that my guitar and pick fell from my hands and clattered to the floor. Liam just sat there staring at me. His mouth open and his eyes hard. Maybe I had gone to far, maybe it was too soon. Why was I so stupid, so naïve.

“Liam, can you just say something. Please.” I said, begging him to say anything, do anything with my eyes.

Finally he blinked, but the hardness was still there in his eyes.

“Niall, that song is beautiful. But I have to go.” He said quickly, getting of the bed and pulling on his clothes.

“What? Why?” I asked him, confused.

“I just remembered there is something I have to do. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” he turned and said to me when I he reached the door.

“Ah, okay.” Was all I could say. I couldn’t think of anything else. And I just sat there and watched him walk out the door, knowing that I should have gotten up and followed him.