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Chapter eight, I hope you like it and pleas let me know what you think!! :)
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I woke up happily for the first time in ages. Last night was absolutely amazing, we had talked to Louis for an hour or so and even Liam and Zayn had gone be. Till they said they had some business to do and off course we all knew what they were about to do. We had thanked Louis like a millionth time for his lines of the song. He had said it was alright as long as he got to sing it someday. Off course Harry and I had agreed to that.
'Morning Nialler, you're hungry?', Harry ask from the ground. Harry had stand on his stripes at giving his bed to me and take an airbed himself. I had said we could share but after thinking about it we decided against it.
'How did you know I was hungry', I ask confused. 'Your stomach was making noises', Harry said chuckling. 'Oh', I said a bit awkward. 'Come on', Harry said getting up.
I followed him into the kitchen where he made some breakfast. I watched him from where I sat down on the counter. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smiled to. Harry is really a nice and sweet guy.
'Nick isn't he coming home', I ask remembering he always was here in the weekends. 'No, he had some meetings this weekend', Harry sad and he tried to smile but somehow I could see it was hard for him. 'I'm sorry', I said meaningful. 'It's alright because now I got time for you', I laughed.
'I just sometimes wish we could just move to London so we could be together but at the same time I don't really wanna give up this shop', he said when we said down for our breakfast. 'I understand, got the same thing with Louis, you know', he nodded.
We talked about our lives while we eat. Just about home, school and things we liked to do. It was nice to get to know Harry some better, I hoped he thought the same about me. We noticed we both really liked music and singing, he asked me if he could teach me to play some guitar someday. Haven a music store and not being able to play guitar wasn't really acceptable. He told me Louis played piano and teaches him to. He told about the day he met Louis when he mom visit Louis's mom in Doncaster.
After Louis had moved to London for his job they didn't really saw each other anymore. I also found out that Harry came from Holmes Chapel after I told him he didn't really have an full Irish accent. He told me he liked mine and we laughed about that for quite some time. I told him I liked his posh side more which made me now think about Holmes Chapel. We talked about traveling as well, we both obviously wanted to go to London. Also we both really liked to see Italy and Canada for some weird reasons.
I found at Louis kept some secrets for me as well, which I was pretty much gonna use against him, someday. Harry told Louis was Belgium and liked his younger sisters more than anything in the world.
'You like to watch a movie Niall', Harry ask after some time of talking. 'I'd love to', I said smiling and followed Harry back into his room. When Harry had put in a movie, Nemo as I believed was his favo, he lay down on his bed. 'He can just lay down here as well', he said and I jumped in next to me.
'Can I cuddle with you Harry', I ask a bit shy. I didn't want to come over as some weirdo. What if he thinks I'm crazy and sends me away, I'd lose my job but worse of all a friend. 'Off course, Come here', Harry said opening his arms for me. I snuggled into his chest while he wrapped his hands around my waist. 'You're a nice guy Niall, but this is gonna stay in a friendly kinda way right', Harry said but I could hear amuse in his voice. I laughed, 'You're quiet lovely yourself Harry, but I love Louis to much'. 'That's good because he does love you too you know'.
Maybe he was right and did Louis really loved me but in some way I just couldn't believe it.
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