Harry's P.O.V
He's hot." Lou exclaimed as soon as Niall closed the door behind him, leaving after I gave him the email adress of the landlords and myself.
I nodded honestly in agreement and sat down on the couch beside my friend. "Indeed he is."
"Want to make a bet on who can tap him first?"
I giggled mildly. "Shut up, Louis. You have a girlfriend."
He sighed, seeming to deflate when I brought it up. "Don't fucking remind me."
"Oh god, what now?"
Louis groaned loudly. "I have no idea where to start. Eleanor is a sweet girl, really, but for some reason it annoys the fuck out of me. I'll ask her things like, 'what movie should we watch?' and she'll say something like, 'I don't know, you pick.' Or I'll ask, 'where do you want to go eat?' and then she replies with, 'I don't mind, whatever you decide on is fine.' She's so damn passive."
I shrugged. "She just sounds nice to me."
"Well yeah, she is, but she has no mind of her own. I bet if I said, 'Sorry, El, but I'm breaking up with you,' she would just be like, 'oh okay honey, whatever you think is best'."
"So why don't you just say that?"
Louis looked at me for a moment and smirked. The sex is amazing, he mouthed.
I laughed, shaking my head at my shallow friend. "You're an asshole.
"I know." He smiled back.
--next morning--
I opened the door to see Niall slightly stumbling under the weight of a large box. It was so big, I could just see his eyes and hair over the torn cardboard top.
Well, shit.
I forgot he was coming today to bring some stuff over, so despite the little argument Louis and I had yesterday, I really did just roll right out of bed and open the door.
"Oh, well Jesus, come in." I said, rubbing sleep out of my eyes and stepping aside to make room for him to step inside.
Niall huffed as he did so and set the box carefully down on the floor for a moment to stretch his back.
"Do you have any more boxes?" I asked him, wanting to help.
"Yeah," He said. "Two more little ones out in the hall."
"Ah. Do you want me to grab them for you?" I inquired. He smiled over and shook his head.
"Nah, you don't have to. I'm fine."
"I want to." I said. "It's okay, we're roommates now, remember? So eventually I'll see whatever kinky shit you have in there anyway."
He laughed. "Then go ahead, I guess."
Niall picked up the big box up again - giving me the oppurtunity to check out his butt. Oops - and carried it to his room while I walked out into the hallway of the complex and picked up his two smaller ones.
I paced over to his room and set them down beside where he had placed the larger one.
"So, is this it?" I asked, dusting invisible crumbs off of my sweatpants.
Niall looked back at me from where he had been glancing out the window. "No, uh, I still have some furniture to bring in tomorrow."
"Then you're all set?"
"Yep."
"Cool." I said.
"Yep." He said again.
Well this was awkward.
"So, um, where are you from?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in an ungainly way.
"Ireland." Niall answered distantly as he gazed back out the window.
"Oh, cool." I said. "Where in Ireland?"
"Um," The blonde boy sucked in a breath of air. "Dublin. I'm from Dublin."
"Oh, nice. What brings you to London?"
He shrugged. "I just wanted to see something new, I guess. What about you?"
The tension was starting to suffocate me but I still participated in the conversation as if everything was normal and Niall and I had known each other for years. "Holmes Chapel. I moved out here to attend London South Bank University but, uh, things didn't really work out."
He laughed. "I see. That's a good college."
"I hope so. I've been waisting my life savings on textbooks for the past year."
"Oh, well when do you start?"
"If things work out, then next September."
Niall nodded intently. "Hopefully things work out then. I have a taxi waiting outside so I'm going to go now."
Suddenly I felt really stupid. I had been trying to carry on a conversation that I was assuming was awkward, when in reality, Niall was anxious for it to end so his cab didn't leave without him.
"Right, well see you tomorrow."
"See ya."
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