Hopelessly, Completely, Fallen. {Narry, Lilo.}

CHAPTA 1

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*{WiltingRain}*

Harry was used to Niall’s behaviors by now. One minute the man was stuffing his face, the next laughing uncontrollably, or the occasional cool, withheld look. The latter only came once in awhile, never really showing, unlike the seriousness portrayed by Zayn. But recently, Niall had been awfully...quiet. At first, the lads thought it was more of a phase, as he had been silent when they had first met, but now? The curly haired lad sighed for what seemed the umpteenth time, wishing he could put his finger on it, but nothing really came to mind.

“Haz?” Louis’ voice broke his thoughts as the older entered the living room. “Something bothering you mate?”

Glancing up at Louis, Harry could all but nod at his friend. Did Louis notice too? Or was he too busy with Eleanor?

“Yeh. Have you noticed anything...odd? About Niall, I mean?”

Louis clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, sliding onto the couch next to Harry.

“I suppose. I mean, I guess he’s just having a rough time. Have you tried talking to him?”

“Well..” Harry faltered, giving Louis a sheepish grin. “Not really, no. He normally just comes right out and tells us if he isn’t feeling like himself, yeah?”

“Maybe he’s feeling a little insecure. Though I’m not sure what for.” Louis grinned, earning a glare and a small punch to the shoulder from Harry.

“Not funny, Lou. I’m just a little worried is all, I guess. He hasn’t been this quiet since the X-factor.”

“Who hasn’t been this quiet since the X-factor?” A new, and tad rougher voice appeared in the doorway. Zayn was leaning against the doorframe, a bottle of water clutched loosely in his hands.

“Hazza’s worried about our little leprechaun!” Louis blurted, green eyes growing a bit wide at his friend.

“I-we all are, right? I mean, he’s been really quiet and he always laughs at Louis’ jokes--”

“Woah, slow down mate.” Zayn chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I’ve noticed it too. It’s odd, isn’t it? He hasn’t even bothered to put up a front for the fans. I have a feeling management is going to get all up in his ass for it, too.”

“I just don’t know what to do. Liam’s normally the one for comfort, but Niall just shrugs him off. Do you think it has something to do with Management?” Harry bit at his lower lip in worry as he pondered. “Is it us? Do you think we’ve been...insensitive?”

“Nah, mate. Come off it. We can all talk to him later, maybe get him to loosen up first, yeah?” Zayn sipped at his water, winking at Louis.

“Pints!” he suddenly yelled. “Some say alcohol is like a truth serum. Maybe if we get him a little drunk, you know? It shouldn’t be that hard.”

“Louis..” Harry hesitated, green orbs boring into blue. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea. That’s taking advantage of him.”

“Harry’s right.” Zayn agreed. “It’s not a good idea anyway. He may be a bit of a lightweight, but he’s still pretty aware of what goes on around him. And I’d know better than anyone that he’s more of a sleep drunk than a party drunk.”

“Talking about Nialler are we? And without me, no less!” Liam prodded at Zayn’s back, forcing his way through.

“You noticed too then, Liam?” Harry glanced at the boy, albeit guiltily at being caught.

“Of course I did! I’ve tried to talk to him about it too, but he just shakes his head and walks off. Do you think it’s Amy?”

“Nah, he broke it off with her ages ago.” Louis crinkled his nose. “Have you tried talking to any of his other friends? Justin, maybe?”

“It’s definitely a possibility he’d know. They’re practically joined at the hip.” Zayn muttered the last part, obviously a bit jealous Niall had been spending more time with Justin than with the band. His pocket buzzed quietly, and he whipped it out, cheeks flushing a bit when he read the message. “Uh, I’ve somewhere to be. Pierre is waiting, so..”

“Have fun! Bye Zayn!” Liam chirped.

“Yeah, see you later.” Louis grinned, a hand raised in farewell. “Good luck, mate!”

Zayn half-heartedly glared at Louis for the insinuation, but waved anyway. After the door closed, the two looked to Harry, who was biting his lip and scrolling through his phone.

“Mate, you’re going to drive yourself rabid. Just let Niall cool off or whatever. I’m sure he’ll come around, one way or another.” Liam shook his head slightly, chuckling to himself.

“But what if he doesn’t? What if he drives himself rabid? I mean, he’s got to be letting off steam to someone, right?” Harry paused to look up at Liam and Louis, who were looking at him with interest. Slowly, the two turned to glance at each other, knowing looks in their eyes.

“Alright..I’ll call Mr. Bieber and see what he knows. Louis, can you put a kettle on?”(No! Jimmy protested.) Liam hopped up, already walking to the stairs. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

“Right.” The oldest stood, stretching until Liam’s door had closed, before turning to Harry. “Haaaaazbear! How would you like to make me some tea?”

Harry groaned, but complied anyway, flicking the stove on.

“I need new friends.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, boo.” Harry grinned to himself, rummaging through the teabags until he found his own favorite, as well as Louis’, Yorkshire. “Lou? Liam’s favourite tea is that bungalow--”

“Bigelow.” Louis corrected, peeking his head in from the doorway.

“Right.” Harry smiled slightly, his dimple barely showing through. “What would I ever do without you, Lou?”

The man appeared to think about it, before shaking his head.

“I imagine you’d be living in some sort of box with no food, while the rest of the world wallowed in sorrow that they had no humor to thrive on.”

“God forbid that ever happening.”

“It’s true!” Louis protested. “The world would be so desolate without my fabulous--Oh., Niall! You’re back!”

Harry whipped around, finding Niall sitting at the counter, face down.

“Nialler! You okay?” Harry slid into the seat next to him, his hand finding it’s way to the smaller boy’s back.

“‘M fine. Jus’ a little tired.” He grumbled, mostly to himself.

Harold frowned, eyebrows knit in worry. He looked to Louis for help, but the older male had already left the room, probably to find Liam.

“Niall...Is something bothering you? You seem so distant lately and--”

“I said I’m fine.” One blue eye popped open to glare at Harry, though it was half-hearted at best. “Get your hand offa me.”

The curly-haired lad’s frown deepened further, removing his hand gently from the Irish fellow next to him. He was absolutely sure of it now. Niall always loved back rubs, and had never minded Harry touching his back, much less him in general.

“If you want to talk..we’re all here for you.”

Niall didn’t say a word, only stood and left, his door slamming behind him. This was going to be  a long week.