love me maybe and i'll give back all my love i can produce

七

Harry woke up with a sting in his eyes, his eyes were red and puffy, pathetic really. He sighed before opening the door, seeing Niall's back drop to the floor.

"Holy—Niall! what are you doing!" Harry asked heart almost leaving his chest.

"Ow—" he sat up looking at Harry's face. "You okay?" he asked standing up, "yeah—i'm fine are you okay?" Harry's eyes opened a little wider thinking Niall was crazy.

Niall stood up and gave him a bone crushing hug, "i'm fine Harry, c'mon i'll get you some pancakes or something" he smiled as Harry and him parted.

"Oh, Ni, it's okay...i'm fine, blue and i weren't even a thing—hell-i don't even know his name" Harry laughed a little thinking at how ridiculous this was.

"Still-that was a dick move" Niall grumbled angrily, "you're more mad than i am" he cracked a smile, "that's because i'm the protector and you are the princess" Niall flexed his bicep giving Harry a smug look.

Harry smiled at that and went to the bathroom, "just don't kill him alright? i don't want what happened last time repeating"

Niall was silent.

"Niall? what-what did you do?" Concern scribbled on his face, a pink toothbrush was sticking out of his mouth.

"N-nothing!" he brushed it off.

"Niall?"

"Okay! i just um strangled him a little! it's fine he's fine"

"What?—you sure he's fine—and not dead"

"No, Zayn, the bartender pulled me off before i could actually kill him" he rolled his eyes out of annoyance.

"You can't do that!"

"I know—i'm sorry—i was just really mad" he sighed mostly to himself.

"It's just good you didn't kill him" Harry chuckled a little.

"Yeah—the third body was hard to get rid of" Niall mumbled going into the kitchen.

He spat out the toothpaste before returning to the kitchen.

"Yeah—we should really talk about that" Harry bit his lip while sitting on a stool.

"Nah—it's fine" Niall waved his hand "want some pancakes?"

"Um—yeah sure" Harry nodded, mind completely wrapped around pancakes and forgetting everything else.

Niall made pancakes drizzled in chocolate syrup, sprinkled powdered sugar and whipped cream on top, the corner of the plates had strawberries.

"Bon appétit" He placed the plates in front of him, "Wow—i should get heartbroken more often huh?" Harry joked.

That joke stung.

"It's gonna be okay you know that right, Harry?"

"Yeah" He nodded stabbing the pancake.

"W-will you hear him out?" he cautiously asked.

"Maybe...probably" Harry shrugged.

Niall searched Harry face for any uncertainties but none, he showed none.

He sighed a little, "you know, i really like y'all together but you're too forgiving" Niall pressed his lips together.

"What do you want me to do?" He gave him a pointed look.

"Make him jealous?" Niall shrugged raising his brows.

"I don't wanna cause trouble though..." Harry looked down and pushed his strawberries around.

"It's fine, s'not like you're gonna do anything just make him jealous" Niall suggested.

"I'll um, i'll think about it" he told him, even though he knew he wouldn't do anything.

Niall raised his brows, not convinced.

Then knocks could be heard. "I'll get it" Niall mumbled getting out of his seat.

"Chris?" Harry furrowed his brows, seeing Chris walk in.

"Yeah, i need to talk to you" Chris told him with plea.

He pressed his lips together and nodded, "i'm sorry i did that, i know that you didn't like me that way and i still pressured you—i'm sorry...and i avoided you all day after that—i don't want to loose you as a friend—i'm sorry" he mumbled out the last 'sorry' before looking on the ground.

Harry smiled a little and whispered "it's okay"

"R-really? thank yo—wait—have you been crying?" His eyes were wide and rushed towards him with worried eyes.

"Oh uh yeah it's fine" Harry smiled, brushing it off. 

But it still hurts.

"No—it's not fine who the fuck made you cry i'll fucking kill them" His eyes turned dark then he turned to Niall.

"Was it you? huh?" He had a threatening voice, something Harry had never heard from him, he'd always been gentle. It was getting scary.

"No-no! it's not Niall" Harry quickly defended.

"It's the guy he likes, chill out—and i'd already strangled him it's fine" Niall smiled proudly.

Chris couldn't help but smile a little, "can i meet this guy—i'd love to rip his head off"

"Uh—i'm—"

"Yeah!! you should" Niall beamed.

"What—no"

"Please?" Niall's eyes begged.

Harry bit his lip before nodding, "Okay, but no one is killing anyone" Harry made that clear.

Both Niall and Chris looked at each other for a while, looked like they were chatting with their eyes, before nodding reluctantly.

They spend the rest of their night watching 'new girl' laughing and eating popcorn.

When night came Niall had to leave, Chris left after a while too, at this time Harry would usually be going to the bar meeting blue.

But obviously he's not doing that, Harry sighed and flopped himself on his bed. Bored out his mind. It would be a lie if he said he didn't miss blue.

He missed his voice and smile, the soft gaze they would give each other.

Thinking about blue was bittersweet.