Best Friends - Narry

HARRY'S POV

The flashing lights lights and the blaring sun, combined with possibly a hundred of screaming girls was really not what most people expect when they step out of their house on what was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning. I guess this day isn't going to be what I hoped... We were just finishing up our tour, and our last concert was in 2 weeks. But until then, we didn't have any other performances. Simon said we could have a break until then to rest up so we could finish our tour with a bang. Well I don't really know if that's possible, considering the state our band is in.

Louis keeps disappearing with his girlfriend Monique, and Zayn and Liam are fighting over god knows what and Niall, well for some reason Nialls ignoring me all together.

Anyway, during our 2 week break, we all went back to London together, and were just spending the days relaxing in a house we rented. It's just a standard house, nothing too flashy, except its quite big. The strong fence at the front keeps the fans and paparazzi from getting too close, but doesn't stop them from hanging around.

And that takes me back to what I'm doing right now. I'm standing on our front doorstep, wondering why the hell I came outside. See, Zayn and Liam are yelling at each other, and I really can't be bothered dealing with that at 9am. So here I am. Standing in front of the now very excited paparazzi and teenage girls. Jesus Christ, Why the hell do they bother? Who really wants pictures of a few teenage boy standing outside their house?! And the girls, well I don't think the other are complaining too much about that, but to me their just annoying. Like, their pretty, but since I'm gay I don't care too much. Yes, I'm gay. And no, no one knows. Not the boys, not my mum, no one. I should tell them, but to be honest I don't want to. Mum will just question me about why my boyfriend is, or tell me who she thinks I should marry. To be honest, I'm glad that I know she will accept me, but she'll just press me about who I'm dating. And by the way, I'm not dating anyone. I just know I'm gay.

I shut the front door and walked down the path to the front gate, pulling my hood over my head. I shoved past all the screaming people and flashing lights, keeping my head down. I kept walking down the street with the crowd swarming me. I still hadn't bothered smiling at the cameras, what was the point? It's not like there's anything to smile about. I eventually made it to my favorite bakery a short distance away from the house, pushing open the door. I didn't even notice that the crowd had thinned out to about 5 people. I was surprised, but I didn't blame them for leaving, I want being very entertaining. I pushed open the door and walked inside, leaving the last few people in the now tiny crowd to realize that I wasn't doing anything exciting. They left and I finally had the peace I had wanted since I woke up.

There were only 2 people in the small bakery, consisting of the middle aged lady behind the counter and a child of about 7 standing with her.

"Charlotte darling, go take a seat while I take this mans order." She said, smiling at the child she was obviously very fond of.

"Yes Auntie!" The little girl said, skipping off happily. I walked up to the glass counter and asked for a cinnamon bun. She attempted to talk to me, but I just smiled weakly and paid her. I decided to just sit down at one of the tables and eat there.

As I took my seat, the little girl came and sat next to me.

"Hello sir, you look sad. What's wrong?" She asked in a high voice, tilting her head. This girl seemed like a cute little thing, so I decided to talk to her.

"I had a rough morning, that's all. My name is Harry, by the way." I said, smiling softly.

"We'll I'm Charlotte, and I want to know that happened." She said confidently. I could already tell this girl was quite a character. I know she probably won't understand, but I felt like talking to someone.

"Well, me and my four friends live in a house together. But two of them are fighting. I don't know why, I think it's because Zayn keeps letting Louis go out, and not come home for a long time. See, that makes Liam worried, and when Liam gets worried, he gets mad." I sighed.

"Is that what your sad about?" Charlotte replied. Wow, I didn't think she would get that. I got a bit carried away with the explaining.

"Yes, but my other friend Niall is avoiding me, and i don't know why. I miss him." I said, looking at the hands that were folded in my lap.

"Why do you miss Nigel so much?" She asked. If I wasn't so depressed I would of chuckled at the way she couldn't say Niall.

"I miss Niall because he's my best friend. I miss talking to him, hearing him laugh. God, he has the best laugh. I miss when he smiles, his whole face brightens. As crazy as it sounds, I miss him coming into my room at 3am because he had a nightmare. He just climbs into my bed, and his heartbeat is going a hundred miles an hour because he's so scared. I miss calming him down. I miss-" I stop myself, realizing that I was rambling.

"Are you and Nia-gal boyfriends?" She smiled.

"What? No, Nialls just a friend." I said hesitantly. My and Niall dating, that would be amazi- WEIRD. I stopped my thoughts before I could think anything else. Why did I just say that would be amazing?! Hes my best friend, nothing more. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at that though.