I can't help it. I'm in love with him. I, Niall James Horan, am in love with Harold Edward Styles. Sadly, he's straight. He's had multiple girlfriends, who were usually older than him. Right now, all the lads were in the living room, while I'm in the kitchen. They think I'm eating, as usual. Liam, Harry, and Louis were sitting on the couch, Zayn on the floor, talking about who knows what. I sighed, walking out of the kitchen, sitting on Liams lap. Louis was sitting on Harrys lap, Zayn still on the floor.
"LiLi, can I talk with you?" I asked, looking at him, pouting.
He stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. His hand was on my back, rubbing gentle circles to keep me calm. As I looked over Liams shoulder, Harry was sending glares at Liam. I quirked an eyebrow at him and he looked over, then away. Liam carried me to my room, closing the door behind us. He sat on my bed, me still on his lap.
"What's wrong, Ni?" He asked.
"I'm gay and in love with Harry."
I got off his lap, sitting in the far corner of the room. Bringing my legs to my chest, I laid my forehead on my knees, shaking. He's not going to accept me. Why'd I tell him?! I'm so stupid! Suddenly, there were arms around me.
"Don't kill me!" I screeched.
The door opened, someone running in. "Who's killing my Nialler?!"
I looked up, tears running down my face. Harry... Did he call me his? I looked at Liam, who hasn't let go.
"I'm not going to kill you, Ni. I'm happy for you. I'll keep it a secret."
I smiled, hugging Liam.
"Keep what a secret?"
I jumped, forgetting about Harry.
"Harry..." I said. "Go back to Louis."
He sighed. "Payne, do anything Nialler, and I kill you." He walked out, slamming the door behind him.
"Did you hear what I heard?" I asked, not letting go of Liam.
"When he called you his?"
I nodded, softly blushing, giggling.
"Well, we have an interview. Come on, giggles."
I laughed as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist again.
"Such a child." He chuckled, walking downstairs.
"Oh hush." I mumbled, giggling again.
Everyone got up, following us out the door. Liam got in and sat on the far end of the car, me still on his lap.
"Y'know..." Harry said. "There's enough seats for everyone."
I looked over, seeing him glaring at Liam.
"Liams lap is comfortable." I said, sticking my tongue out, laying my head on Liams shoulder.
Harry grumbled, looking away. Is he... jealous? He couldn't be... Could he?