Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty: Preparations

"Nialler," my friends call out, pulling me into a group hug. The boys have come to pick Harry and I up from the airport. I laugh and hug them all back.

"I missed you guys," I say wholeheartedly.

"Ditto dude," Zayn smiles, ruffling my hair. I swat at his arm with a grin.

"Harry," Louis yells, falling dramatically in his arms, "I've missed you too."

Harry looks at me shocked, not knowing what to do. I roll my eyes and call, "Lou, get off of my boyfriend."

Harry comes over to me and takes my hand in his, "Thanks babe." I smile up at him.

"Let's go, the taxi isn't going to wait forever," Liam tells us, picking up Harry and my bags.

"Liam we can carry our own bags," I protest, following after him.

"It's fine Niall, really."

I furrow my brows but nod anyway. I'm tired from the long flight, but I want to stay up with my friends and catch up. We all pile into the taxi and it drives off.

Liam finally asks the question that I'm dreading, "How was your trip?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I admit. The boys nod in understanding and the car goes silent.

Not being able to take the silence, I ask, "Excited for your birthday party tomorrow Lou?"

Louis perks up and starts to talk animatedly about his birthday party.

"Yes! Everything is all planned out, I just need you guys to help me pull it off tomorrow. Zayn and I are setting up decorations, Liam is buying the alcohol, and you and Harry are in charge of picking up the cake. I have a feeling that this is going to be the best party ever!"

We all talk and joke the rest of the way back to my flat. Liam comments that Louis is getting old which results in a smack to the back of the head from said "old man."

Zayn offers to pay for the taxi and we all head upstairs.

"Home sweet home," I yell once we walk into the flat. I launch myself onto the couch and bury my head into a pillow.

"I'm hurt that Niall is more excited to see his flat than his own best mates," Louis rolls his eyes.

"Awe Lou, is someone jealous?" I grin at him from my spot on the couch. I get up and jump into his arms, him barely catching me. I wrap my legs around his waist and pepper wet kisses all over his face.

"Ewe Niall! Gross," Louis screeches, dropping me back onto the couch and wiping his face off.

There is a smile on my face until I meet Harry's not so happy looking eyes. He heads into the kitchen.

"I'll be right back," I tell the other three, who have now all settled down on the couch and are watching TV

I follow Harry into the kitchen, "Hey, are you okay?" I ask as I notice that he has a white-knuckled grip on the glass he's drinking from.

"Peachy," he says sarcastically.

My eyes widen. I haven't heard Harry speak like this to anyone before, let alone me. I take a deep breath before wrapping my arms around his waist.

He pulls me closer and squeezes me tightly.

"Harry...can't...breathe," I joke. He blushed and releases me.

"Now what's really wrong?" I ask him gently, tugging him closer to me by his hands.

"I don't like how intimate you are with the other boys," he admits shyly.