Cupid's Spiral Notebook

Part One

Hey there, journal. I have a bit of a crisis.

Niall sits in bed, crosslegged. On his lap rests the comforting, open notebook he's grown attached to writing in. It's nothing special to most people, just another green-covered, spiral notebook with a sticker of the irish flag slapped over it, but to Niall, it holds too much value. This notebook contains embarassing secrets, random thoughts, and is essentially an extention of his mind.

Which is why he's come to write it in again.

Because he has a problem.

Two of his best friends are in love with the other. But they don't know their feelings are mutual.

Niall heaves a long sigh, more air escaping his lungs than he anticipated. He uncaps the sharpie he's been playing with and begins to scribble down more.

And they're so in love it's kind of making me feel more single than i already am.

Anyway.

The plan is to get them together in any way i can.

He doesn't know exactly what he's going to even do. He can't just text them both like "Hey! He loves you too! You need to date now!", and he can't just uncomfortably be a third wheel while these two idiots fumble with their feelings. He knows how they are. He's seen them. He texts them literally every day.

Niall's brain races as he frantically writes.

Which meaaaaans convincing them that yes, the other feels the same.
Not going to be fun.
Wish me luck.

signing off, Nialler

Niall closes his notebook, and slides the sharpie into the spine. He hears his phone going off on the bedside table, and he chooses to ignore it as he gets up, walks over to his desk and slides the notebook into the top drawer. He rests a hand on his forehead.

What exactly has he gotten himself into?

He's not exactly a miracle worker, but he's a good friend, and he knows he has to do something. Harry and Louis opened up to him first, not Liam or Zayn. They trusted Niall enough, and Niall had learned from their high school years that his loyalty to his friends was fierce, so yeah, he had to step in and help them.

Which was probably going to take a few years off of the twenty-year-old's lifespan. Because god fucking dammit, Louis and Harry were oblivious as FUCK.

The buzzing of his phone violently drags Niall out of his thoughts, and he races to pick it up. He turns on the device, and notices he's got several, several, SEVERAL missed texts from Harry, as well as one from Liam about this week's pizza night.

He bites his lip and decides to answer Harry's texts. Oh boy.

Niall? Where are you?? Answer me, blondie!!

Relax, Haz. Was writing something down. What's up?

Oh god, Niall thinks to himself. That was kind of awkward.

I'm thinking about Louis again.

Thinking about how soft his hair must feel.

Thinking about how lovely it'd be to just. kiss him.

Niall, i'm in love with someone i'll never have

Haz, what's got you so sure he doesn't like you

like. you know how vocal louis is with his feelings

I knowwww but. still

Ok

are you up for pizza night soon?

And then Harry doesn't reply again. Niall sighs a sharp sigh, tossing his phone and himself onto his bed. He allows himself to sink into the softness of the mattress, feeling annoyed. He decides to text Liam a short message to let his friend know that yes, he did read it, and no, he wasn't ignoring him.

It's going to be a long day of work for cupid Niall, but he's got a plan.

Hopefully, it works.