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It’s their third night in France, one of Liam’s favorite countries. If Niall kept this up, however, it would be-by far-Liam’s least favorite.
For the third night in a row, Niall was in some club with strangers and slutty girls, absolutley piss drunk. Its not the getting drunk thing that makes Liam so upset. Well, thats half of it. The things he would do when he was drunk were what was so terrible. Liam wouldn’t know unless Niall wouldn’t have called him that one night a few months ago, saying he was sorry and he just had sex with some strangers. He had been so scared. Of himself, of his actions-he hadnt known what to do. It spiraled from there.
Now, for the umpteenth time, Niall would either come back to the hotel too drunk to walk, or he wouldn’t even attempt walking and would call Liam to come pick him up from the side of some pub. Then Niall would cry some, or a lot, and Liam would hold him and tell him ‘it’s okay, get some rest’, and pray that Niall would stop this.
But Niall won’t stop this. This is all he knows. And it’s not exactly like Liam can just say ‘Niall I love you more than life and I can’t stand to see you do this. Stop having sex with random girls and just come kiss me instead, I’ll help you’, because that would scare Niall off. And that can’t happen. No, if there’s one thing Liam is sure of, it’s that cannot happen.
So instead, Liam waits. Waits for the knock at his hotel door or the ring of his cell. Waits with mortal fear and anxiety, just hoping that wherever Niall is at any given time- he’s safe. that he hasn’t been taken advantage of by some man and, and- god, he can’t even bring himself to imagine the twisted things that could happen to poor little Niall.
Liam starts thinking about something else instead. Maybe if he stops focusing on what could go wrong in Niall's life, and think of ways to help, he can fix this. Probably not; but maybe.
Step one is to talk to Niall, he decides. Figure out why Niall does what he does. Because Liam knows he’s not an alcoholic. No, no, defiantly not. Niall is just fine without alcohol. He doesn’t depend on it. Nialls not dumb enough to try and sneak it. He just likes alcohol because it helps him not worry about what he’s doing while he’s drunk.
And thats when the thought first crosses Liam’s mind that maybe..god, it’s sickening..maybe Niall’s a sex addict. Or..maybe not an addict, but he craves it too much. Maybe that’s what all the drinking is for. But how could Niall be a sex addict- god, he’s got to stop using the word addict because it just doesn’t fit- how could Niall crave sex that much if they’re always on tour and whatnot? Maybe..maybe it’s not really to the addictive level, but it’s just a craving. Liam shivers.
Alcohol and sex. Those are two words that should not in the same sentence as Niall blue-eyed-pretty-blonde-cutie-pie-horan. They just dont mix.
Step two, Liam decides, is to give Niall an alternative. Find something better to do than go to pubs and give him the chance to get drunk like that. So he can spend time with Liam. Or with Liam and Josh. Or Liam and Zayn. (Not Liam and Harry and Louis because that would probably just remind Niall of sex with how much those two touch).
That would work. He would just have to convince niall that he wants to help him, not embarrass him. And he has to ensure Niall that his secret is safe..that is, if Niall’s even got a problem.
That proposes another thought. What if Liam’s overreacting? What if Nialls only had 4 or 5 one night stands in his entire life and he’s not really /that/ drunk for an irishman, and Liam’s blowing this whole thing out of proportion? Then, he thinks, maybe he’s not and it’s probably better to at least carry out the first step of his plan to be safe.
He’s about to plan step three when there’s a loud, solid thud at the door. Then there’s some faint knocks as Liam’s stomach churns and he rushes towards the door. He’s not prepared for what he sees.