I'll Hold You

~Niam Horayne~


Niall Horan + Liam Payne = Niam Horayne :P

(I wanted to write this... Sorry to those who are not Niam Horayne lovers like me. No I do not believe they are gay, but I love them. And they are so sweet together. I get inspired by pictures... and yeah.. The cover like... inspired my writing... Yeah..)

PS: I don't exactly know how to discribe this... So... uhh... Just read it...


21. Dry Your Tears Love

Niall's POV~
 "Niall!" Liam yelled, bursting into the boys bathroom, were me and Louis were. I didn't want him to see the tears running down my cheaks. My eyes are
puffy and I look horrible.
 "Over here Li!" Louis says. Liam walks over and hugs me.
 "Zayn didn't mean what he said. He was being a jerk!" He says.
 I don't respond. I just cry quietly into my hands. Liam looks at Louis. He grabs his hand and pulls him into the hall, but I still here there conversaytion.
 "What are we going to do?" Liam asks Louis.
 "Well. We could set him up? I mean, mabey a boyfriend would make him happy? How about Harry Styles?" Louis asks. I don't hear Liam respond. There
conversaytion seems to stop.
 Ugh! I do want a boyfriend, but not that bisexual player Harry Styles. I want Liam. I begin sobbing. Liam walks into the bathroom again.
 "Niall?" He says. I cry a little louder. He runs to me and turns me around. He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head. "Dry your tears love. It'll
be alright," he says, as he gentally wipes away my tears with his thumb.
 "Why would he say such horrible things? He doesn't know my mom! Why does he have to be right! No one cares about me but you and Lou! And you guys
have each other, so if I died tonight, you guys would be fine!" I say, tears burning my eyes.
 "Niall. Dont you ever say that again! Look, we would not be alright! Your my best friend Niall!" he says, looking deep into my eyes, tears forming in his

 Nothing more then friends. Which is why I'm upset! "I won't. I'm just....... why would he say that!" I ask.
 Liam smiles reasuringly, wraps his arms around my neck. "He just doesn't understand how wonderful you are," he whispers. Sweet, kind, loving Liam is
showing again. The reason I love him showing again. "Now dry your tears Sugar. We have math," and with that he grabs my hand and helps me up. He hands me a
wet paper towel. I wash my face, and we walk out of the bathroom.
 The halls are empty. We are late for math. I look at Liam. "Race ya?" He laughs.
 "Ready... Set..." he begins.
 "GO!" we yell in unison running to our math class.

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