So I started this in late August, it was going to end up being a Liam gangbang but then this was the only part of it that ever got written. Oops. /o\ It’s a cute scene anyway, so let’s just pretend it’s a ficlet, and kind of a gen one apparently. Yay!!
The dressing room wasn’t the optimal place to hide, Liam realizes as soon as he gets in there, because Louis and Zayn would probably expect him to go there first. In fact, it was probably the most obvious place. So obvious they might think he was too smart for that, and skip it altogether? No, that wasn’t likely. “Help,” Liam says to Niall, looking frantically around for a place to hide. “They found out.”
Niall looks up from his phone. “They after you?”
“After my blood,” Liam says, trying to stress the importance of the situation to Niall. “I need to hide.”
“Coat closet,” Niall says, gesturing to a door. Liam runs for it, pulls it open, and gets the door shut right as the dressing room door opens again with a clatter.
“Of course he came in here,” says Louis, the sound muffled by the door, and the coats. Liam’s nose itches, but he will not sneeze, oh no, he will not. “It’s the most obvious place. Where else would he think to go?”
“He could have had a plan,” Zayn says. “He could have known we’d check here first. This could be a trap.”
“A trap with Niall?” Louis says, full of skepticism. “Niall wouldn’t be involved in any trap.”
“I wouldn’t,” Niall confirms. There’s a pause. Liam’s still manfully not sneezing. “Unless it was a hug trap.”
“Oh, that sounds nice,” says Zayn.
“It’s great,” Niall tells him. Over the pounding of his heart, Liam hears a shuffling, presumably Niall getting up off the couch to give Zayn a hug. “Innit?”
“Yeah,” says Zayn. “Good trap.”
“He’s probably halfway to Canada by now,” Louis says. “Maybe he’ll get lost in the Yukon and starve to death, beset by guilt over his villainy.”
“Maybe Harry knows where he is,” suggests Niall. “They could be on the way to the Yukon together.”
“A co-conspirator!” Louis explains. “Let’s find him and torture him for information!”
The dressing room door opens back up. “Where’s the Yukon?” is the last thing Liam hears Zayn asking before it shuts again.
After a minute, the coat closet doorknob turns. Liam retracts within the tangle of coats, but it’s only Niall. Liam’s heart calms down a little.
“I distracted them with a hug trap,” Niall says, looking proud of himself.
“Thank you, darling,” Liam says. He pulls Niall into a grateful hug.
In a voice that’s the closest to smug that Liam’s ever heard from him, Niall says, “Everyone falls into the hug trap.”
