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...


2. The Finding

Liam's POV~                                        
 I awake to my phone playing "Hall Of Fame" by The Script. It's a text. From Niall.
 "Liam. Help. He's coming ~Niall~"
 It was sent an hour ago! Niall! He's in trouble! It's Zayn I'll just bet! I hear a moan from the front yard and look out the window. Niall. And he's covered
in blood. I run out the door.
 "Niall! Niall what happened!" I yell.
 "Liam. He. Found. Me." he says gasping for air. He's been here at least half an hour. I grab my phone and call 9-1-1.  I tell them what happened.
 "They are coming Niall. Don't you dare die on me. Ok?"
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 "Ni? You awake?" I ask. He nods.
 "Where am I?" he asks hoarsely.
 "We're in the hospital. Niall, you lost a lot of blood," I say.
 "Zayn. He had a knife. He.. he stabbed me. He's gonna hurt you Liam," he says worried. I kiss his forehead to calm him down. He smiles at me and goes to

 Gosh. Poor Niall. You tell someone your gay and the whole school hates you. Zayn wants him dead. He wants me dead too, because I hang out with Niall.
It's why I haven't told anyone I'm gay too. I haven't even told Niall. It's not that I don't trust Niall. He's my best friend. It's just, I know he'll want me to be
open with it like he was and I just can't do that just yet.
 "Sir," I hear someone say. I turn to see that it's a nurse. "Sir, I must ask you to leave."
 "No! Please let me stay! I'm all he has! Please!" I plead. She stands there for a moment, then nods and walks out the room. A few minutes later she returns

with a blanket and a pillow.
 "You may need these," she says handing them to me. I smile and thank her. I lay the blanket on the floor as she leaves. Better get comfy. I'll be here
all night. Gosh, Ni, my little sugar plum get well soon.
 That's my nickname for him, Sugar plum. He calls me his puppy love. Guess that's why everyone automatically assumes I'm gay and in love with Niall.
 "Sugar Plum, please don't leave me," I whisper. Then I realize it's almost 1:30 and that I need to sleep.


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