Best Friends - Narry

Chapter 3

HARRY'S POV

"A-are you serious?!" Grinned Niall. "Thank god, I thought you hated me."

I chuckled at his relief.

"I could never hate you Ni, I'm sorry that you thought that though." I smiled. I wiped Nialls dry tears away with my sleeve and kissed his cheek, ignoring the tingles.

"Let's go get you some breakfast." I smiled. We got up and went downstairs. I could hear lasers coming from Louis's room, so that meant the rest of the boys were playing video games. We walked into the kitchen and I walked over to the fridge and got out some eggs. I cracked them in a pan and started to scramble them.

Nialls POV

I knocked on Liam's door and pushed it open.

"Why do you knock if your just going to come in anyway?!" Liam laughed.

"Seems polite." I shrugged cockily. "Anyway, uh, I may have told Harry that I, um, liked him?" I t came out more as a question.

"Good for you Ni!" He grinned, ruffling his hair.

"Thanks. But I didn't mean to. He asked me why I was avoiding him an it kind of just slipped out." I mumbled.

"How'd he take it?" He said, biting his lip.

"Pretty well, actually. Turns out he's gay too-OH SHIT!" I clamped my hands over my mouth.

"Niall don't swear!"

"I wasn't meant to tell anyone! Please don't tell him I told you!" I begged.

"Don't worry Nialler, wouldn't dream of it." He smiled.

Harry's POV

"Waddup Lewis." I sang as I walked into Louis's room.

"Shut up man!" He laughed, throwing a pillow at me.

"I'm just kidding Boo, anyway, I need to talk to you." I chuckled, flopping into a beanbag.

"Spill."

"Um, we'll I don't know exactly how. To say this but.. Uh.. I may not be exactly... Straight." I said hesitantly.

"So your gay? Well duh, it was kind of obvious." He said, rolling his eyes.

"What?! How did you know?!" I asked, shocked.

"I'm your best friend Haz! I can tell these things. Plus, the way you were checking out Niall kind of gabe me a hint." He laughed.

"I was not checking out Niall!" I blushed.

"You kind of where mate. Anyway, who have you told?" He asked.

"Your the only one besides Niall that knows, so please don't tell anyone."

I lay on my bed trying to figure out all the nonsense that had been going on with me and Niall lately.

Every time our arms brush, or we make eye contact, I get these weird tingle things in the pit of my stomach.

And don't even get me started on when we hug and stuff. It's weird because, these are normal things for friends to do but, these feelings. 'Friends' don't get butterflies over each other, and they definitely don't find each other attractive. Wait, what? Sure Nialls a fine looking lad, but I'm not attracted to him! His eyes are a nice blue, actually, it seems insulting to just call them blue. Their like a ocean, with specks of different shades in them. And his hair, blond, but brown at the tips. Usually I don't like it when people dye their hair, but it just suits him so well. And his pale Irish skin never has a blemish, unlike mine. It's pale and soft, it makes him look so adorable. What am I kidding? Of course I'm attracted to him. But that proves my point further, normal friends arnt just attracted to each other.

But somehow, even just his touch, I crave. Everything about him makes me feel warm, safe even. So bubbly and happy but venerable at the same time. Gosh, it's so bloody confusing.

Since Niall and I were both gay, it would just be predictable for us to get together. Everyone would expect it. But it was much more complicated than that.

Oh my gosh, leave it Harry. You sound like some school girl whos she in love with some jock. Wait, do I love Niall? Well of course I love him, but am I IN love with him?

To be honest, I think I am.