You Live in my Imagination - n.h.

VIII.

Harry's pov.

Harry and Niall had been best friends since they were both eleven years old. They trusted each other with their lives. Niall was the first person that Harry had ever come out to. Niall was also the first person he told about his crush on a small blue-eyed boy from Doncaster. Niall was there when Harry got his first tattoo, and they were the first person each other told when they lost their virginities.

It was safe to say that Harry knew Niall like the back of his own hand. Harry knew that Niall had been feeling things recently. He'd never seen him act the way he did around Katy with everyone else (and this was only after one encounter). It was different. It was nice. Niall deserved someone who made him feel loved and happy. Harry had found that many years ago with Louis, so it was about time that Niall found it too.

So Harry really wasn't shocked to see Niall feeling so sad and vulnerable since Katy had left. It was a little heartbreaking to be honest.

...

When Harry's phone rang at 2 am he was more than a little frustrated. Harry was an ER nurse and had very unpredictable shifts because of it. That night, Harry's shift had ended at midnight. He was very prepared for a long night of sleep. This is why it was frustrating to have been awoken after only have been asleep for thirty minutes, especially considering he was so tired.

Nonetheless, Harry picked up his phone and answered it immediately when he saw Niall's name on the caller ID.

"It's two in the morning Nialler."

"I'm sad Haz," Niall's voice said front the phone. He sounded like he had been crying. Harry noticed that wasn't unusual for Niall to be doing lately.

Harry got up from the bed, knowing that this was going to be a long conversation and he didn't want to wake Louis up.

"Why are sad?" Harry asked as he walked into his living room and sat on the couch.

"Because I miss Katy." (like it wasn't obvious)

"Then call her."

"I can't."

"Why not?" Harry let out a frustrated sigh. He loved Niall, he did. But it was two in the morning and he wanted to sleep goddammit!

"Because." Harry was getting exasperated at this point.

"I'm also confused Hazza," Niall continued.

"Why are you confused?"

"I feel funny."

"Are you sick?" Harry asked, except he really didn't care right now. All he cared about was going back to his bed and falling asleep in his boyfriend's arms.

The line went silent for a couple seconds before Niall spoke quietly, "How did you know you were in love with Lou?"

Harry smiled at this. Even the mention of Louis always made him smile. "Well, every time I saw him my heart would start to race, and I would feel butterflies in my tummy." Harry giggled at the memory, thinking of Louis always made him happy, "Even the smallest complements he would give me would have me flustered." Harry's grin grew even wider when he said that. Louis still did that to him, even after all these years.

The phone went dead silent. Harry immediately knew why. Niall was most certainly in love with Katy, and this only confirmed his suspicions.

"You feel that for Katy don't you?" Harry asked softly as if to not startle Niall.

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M FEELING!" Niall shouted. Harry had to move the phone away from his ear briefly. "What am I gonna do?" He asked, this time more quietly.