"Illusion is needed
to disguise the emptiness within."

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Chapter 4: The Liam

Liam woke up just like he did most mornings, accompanied.

A girl by his side, a boy by the other and even although he didn't remember either of their names, his vague memorie of last night assured him that they had a great, great time.

He got up and hopped into the shower, making sure both of them were tugged under the covers nicely.

Soon he was in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, with a warm smile on his face, as last nights amusements sat close by, practically naked.

"Who wants strawberries?" Liam asked as the girl smiled playfully, scooting closer. She hang her mouth open and Liam led a red juicy one to her mouth, letting her bite it as she stared into Liam's chestnut eyes, before he grabbed her by the ass, sliding her bare legs apart as he picked her up to place her on top of the marble. She quickly grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, savoring the...

"Look! I hacked into Eilleen's facebook account to see if she is talking to that Stevie boy." A door banged open and closed and in came Niall with his macbook on hand, staring at it intently.

Liam parted the kiss, huffing.

"Niall, move on with your life. Do you want me to find you a girl?" Liam asked as he felt the girl tugging at his pants to grab his attention.

"I don't want your girls, Liam." Niall replied coldly, placing the computer on the counter next to Liam. "No offense." He looked up at the girl who wrapped her legs around Liam's crotch.

She pushed him once again and Liam kissed her back, massaging her fit bum.

"I think that they were never even together. Isn't that great?" Niall was too caught up in things to notice that Liam wasn't paying attention. He was too distracted by Cathy's, or Cassie's or Cassidy's tongue down his throat. What was her name again?

It didn't matter, Liam was sure they would all have sex again once Niall left the apartment and Liam was all too tired to hear about Eileen's shit. Niall was so dumb for not moving on. It was dead and over.

"Liam?" Niall looked up.

"Hah?" Liam parted the kiss yet again.

"Forget it."

Liam smiled before going to the girl's neck and sucking on it with his mouth making the girl moan, like a howl to call the other boy up to them. He got behind Liam, his hands going to his muscular tummy.

"So.. oh- ugh. I'll be going then. Call me when you're done." Niall made his exit leaving Liam finally alone.

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Liam felt feverish and sweat was softly dripping from his forehead, his arms, his chest.

He wasn't sure how long he was there, feeling so good, and the sight of the boy on all fours trying his best to suck the girl off was hilariously arousing.

That is why the ringing that went off was such a downer. "It better be fucking important, Niall!" Liam clenched his teeth as he felt out of breath.

"Liam, you have to see this, this is just..." Niall stopped sudenly. "Are you having sex?"

"Did we get him for good?" Liam said ignoring the fact that Niall noticed.

"I think so. I really think this is enough to take him down." Niall sounded excited. He too ignored the moans and shaky breaths that were sounding through the phone, including Liam's own weird noises. "Meet at Joh's in five?"

"Give me thirty minutes." Liam said before hanging up.

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"Hey." Liam whispered when he got to the coffee house, that not only was peaceful and quiet today, but the warm smell of coffee beans made him feel calm.

"Can't talk." Answered Niall with wide open eyes, typing away furiously, his expression of a mad person.

Liam rolled his eyes, sitting down and leaning back waiting for the cute waiter that worked there to notice he was calling.

Finally, he did come to the table, a notepad on his hand and a smile on his face. "I'll have a hot cup of coffee."

"Coming right up." The hunk winked at Liam before strolling away with contentment.

"You're disgusting." Niall commented, putting away the computer.

"I can't help it." Liam smirked as he stared at the waiter's thick arms from a distance. "So.." He turned his focused to Niall. "...what have we got?"

"This will bring him down." Niall swiftly turned the screen into Liam's direction. "But there is a catch."

Liam frowned. "Niall, what the fuck am I looking at?"

"Ow, right. Hum- well... He hasn't been paying taxes, and I have reasons to believe he may be practicing fraud and embezzlement." Niall pointed around at a few numbers but Liam only heard what he said because that was the only thing he could understand.

"Reasons to believe? That's it? That is all you have?" Liam whined.

"We are going to have to sneak in again."

"Again?"

"And when I mean we, I mean, expensive thugs with high tech machinery to steal confidential information." Niall said with an uneasy look.

"What do you mean?" Liam was starting to feel mad. He knew it was bad because Niall wasn't going directly to the point. He always did this.

"We need money. A lot of money." Niall grabbed the computer only in a way of protection against Liam who was staring to look red.

"We don't have a lot of money!" Smoke came out of Liam's hears.

"Well if you weren't always spending our money on high end hookers and booze!" Niall hissed.

"How much?" Liam leaned back again, huffing.

"I'm still finding them. We have to order them online." Niall grabbed the computer again and started typing... again.

"Online? Is that even safe?"

"How would you feel about robbing a bank?"

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Liam didn't know where is rage came from. Ever since his dad died he felt like he had a lot of rage.

And rage was one of those things, stubborn things. It built up quickly inside of him and he needed to kick it off somehow. Sex, alcohol, pain.

That is why he found confort in practicing box. He'd punch away at something he couldn't hurt and it gave him the best release ever. Besides sex.

So there he was, fisting away at a punching bag on a near by gym. And when he was done, he freshened up and got out.

Much of Liam's time with his dad was spend in pure admiration. Liam grew fascinated with his father's loyalty, capacity to think quickly, energy. He was a machine of business with a heart of gold who worked really hard. Liam spend so much time with him. He loved him, he missed him. He would have never let his death be in vain.

Why did he leave the gym so early? The bubbly rage grew again, in form of stress, and down the street there was a tattoo parlour.

Would Niall kill him if he got there a little late?

He walked in looking around. The walls were painted red. It looked clean but there was this ambience of old in it.

"Can I help you, mate?" Liam turned to find a blue eyed yound lad with tanned skin.

"Yeah, I know it's late but is there time to do one?" Liam smiled.

"Let me check." He said before turning back. "Zayn, are you done there?"

"Practically." A raspy voice was heard from the back.

"If you wanna wait, we could squeeze you in." The man pointed to some chairs on the corners.

In eight minutes a girl payed and walked out. Liam got up as he saw a guy walk ouside the other room as well.

A olive skinned boy with inked arms and sweet eyes made Liam stare. He had to have him. He was too freaking attractive.

"Hi." Liam walked up to him with a smile, and then stepped inside, not waiting for the boy.

When Zayn walked into the room, mesmerized by the caramel eyes of the musculated god, he was already flipping through the pages of options. "Umm- what are you-... gonna get?" Zayn almost stumbled on his words feeling shy.

"You should give me your opinion." Liam leaned against the desk and looked back at him.

"Umm... Do you have an idea of what you might want?" Zayn timidly walked closer to peak at the book too.

"It was more of a spur of the moment thing." Liam said turning his face to look the lad in the eyes. And they held it for a moment before Zayn broke contact. "But I always thought about getting one here." Liam softly brushed the tips of his fingers on the side of Zayn's neck making the boy shiver.

"Oh- ... yeah, that would look great on you." Zayn's forehead broke a sweat. He looked back at the god-like boy, and their eyes met again and Zayn felt attracted, he felt so attracted.

Liam wanted to make a move immidiately, but the other boy scootched down and opened a drawer on the chest near by without even noticing Liam's intense gaze at his body.

"I don't show these to a lot of people, but- um... my drafts." Zayn got up and placed the papers on top. He didn't know why he did that. He had a difficult time showing anything to anyone, but he felt the need to impress this man. He knew these were the great ones, that he worked on for so long. They were not drafts. They were the closest thing Zayn had to masterpieces. "I thought maybe this cascading down your neck, or maybe this one on the shoulder."

"Oh, these are amazing." Liam was definatelly impressed, and Zayn smiled at his focus on the papers. "I want this one. Definatelly this one."

"Great. Take a seat." Zayn smiled.

Liam did as told, forgetting the first motive to why he walked in. He knew his motive now was the beautiful boy.

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QUESTION #1: Everyone of these five main characters has a void they need filling. What is Liam's emptiness?

QUESTION #2: What do you think of Liam's rage? Where does it come from?

QUESTION #3: What are your impressions of Liam as a friend?

QUESTION #4: Theories on Niall and Liam are trying to acomplish?

A/N: Hello! We finally met Niall. Thoughts? Took long enough hah? By the way my stats say I have readers from Brazil, Lithuania and many more places! Where are you guys from?

See you next time!