Third Person's POV

A slap followed by an apology is how Niall's morning begins, if he messed up something in Liam's breakfast that is, and apparently he always does, although he only prepares what Liam asks for: bacon and a cup of orange juice, yet there is still something wrong.

Niall apologizes for messing up Liam's breakfast.

When Liam comes back from work, Niall is there with opened arms, all ears listening to Liam's angry rants about how irresponsible people can be. If he told Niall about a problem that he seems to be facing with one of his colleagues and Niall told him that he was the one who was mistaken, Liam's first retaliation would be telling Niall how stupid he is and that he knows nothing about work and that he should just shut the fuck up.

Niall shuts up.

If Niall was out with one of his best mates and he came back home a minute later than 9 pm, Liam would accuse Niall of cheating on him and would break his heart by calling him a slut and many more vulgar words. Another slap, 22 now, yes Niall was counting, then the tears start to fall. Liam's actions dawn on him yet again and he engulfs Niall in his arms, whispering his pathetic apologies, but that's not what Niall wants to hear; 'I love you' Liam finally said the magic words.

Niall is hypnotized by the spell casted upon him.

Liam was currently sat in his little office which was an old storage room now converted to a well- furnished mini office room. A quiet knock followed by a frail figure holding a cup of what seemed to be coffee, disturbs Liam. In Niall's imagination, he wished that Liam would stand up, take the coffee from his hands and put it on the table, he would take his hands and hold them up to his mouth and kiss his knuckles, then he would lay an award winning kiss on his lips. In the harsh reality, Liam did stand up, and he did take the cup from Niall's hands, harshly, but he scolded Niall for coming into the room and disturbing him, and then he told him to get the fuck out and stop being the annoying prick that he is. With one lonely tear cascading down his pale cheeks, Niall leaves the room.

Niall doesn't disturb Liam again.

Niall had a special room in their spacious house which he called it his art room. The door wasn't plain and brown like the rest of the house, it was decorated and colorful just like how the rest of the room was. Looking inside, each wall had a different design. Niall's favorite wall was the one which had his ongoing masterpiece, a drawing of Liam. Anything Niall drew was an exact replica of the original version. That's why Liam's drawing was missing his luscious lips. Niall wanted to draw a smiling Liam, not the ever scowling one he was used to. Then he would be able to add some crinkles to Liam's eyes that accompanied his beautiful smile, but he couldn't do that. He was waiting for the day Liam would smile at him, then he would immediately rush to his art room and complete his unfinished drawing. Niall hasn't been going to that room for a while now and even Liam began to wonder why. Was he using another place to paint now? Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, Liam began searching for that other place.

Niall was painting his arms and legs with red streaks from his new brush, a metal razor. He didn't call it self harming. He just found a new way to express his sad thoughts and feelings other than his former technique which was painting on the walls.

Liam, somehow, found out where Niall's new spot of expressing his feelings was. He was horrorstruck. Why was Niall doing that? Ha. Was he fooling himself? Of course he knew why Niall was doing that. The 35 slaps, yes Liam was counting too. Never smiling in his face. Not giving him the love and affection that he deserves. Shunning him harshly out of his life. The list continues.

Liam abhorred himself so much right now.

A kiss on the lips and a heart felt thank you is how Niall's mornings began now. Liam hugging him from behind as he prepared the usual meal of bacon and a cup of orange juice with a smile gracing both lovers' faces was now a usual, not a figment of Niall's imagination anymore.

Liam coming back and engulfing Niall in his arms telling him how much he missed him and talking about Niall's day instead of his own long and tiring one replaced Liam's long and angry rants.

When Niall comes back at 10 pm from a fun night with his friends, Liam already has a movie ready for the press of a button and Niall's favorite chocolate and sweets along with a big bowl of popcorn set on the table and some blankets neatly folded on the couch.

Niall barged happily into Liam's office carrying a cup of coffee. Liam leaped out of his chair and, gently, took the cup out of Niall's hands and placed it on the table. He took Niall's hands and kissed his knuckles then he started rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs causing Niall to completely relax in his arms.

The wall which had Liam's incomplete face was now the best looking wall in the whole house. The first time Liam smiled at him, Niall excused himself and ran to his art room. He added the crinkles he has been wishing for and most importantly, Liam's beautiful smile. The other, ugly, streaks on Niall's arms and legs have faded away into thin scars which couldn't be easily spotted.

Liam knew that the only reason things were back to how they were supposed to be was Niall's unconditional love for him, but he didn't know why Niall loved him unconditionally anyways, yet he stayed quiet and he didn't voice his question.

Instead of the 35 slaps, Liam gave Niall 35 kisses and many more. He gave him many reasons to smile and many reasons as to why he loves him.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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