Niall's P.O.V
I was in Harry's hotel room. It was small, but cozy. I caught Harry smiling to himself and wanted to know what he was thinking.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He responded. He flipped his brunette curls to the side. I finished my Payday candy bar and wiped my hands on my pants in case there was any melted chocolate left on it. I can be messy when I eat. I sat on this lumpy cushion of a bed as I watched some boring old western movie play on the small TV. I wouldn't call this fancy schmancy... but Harry's rich. He probably can afford a luxorious room if he wanted to.
"So.. How is your morning?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.
"Good. How bout yours?"
"Good." I nodded in agreement. I started to get up but I felt a tug on my shirt. It made me fall so that I was face to face with Harry. Inches were held between us. I gulped. I stared into the green of his eyes as his pupil dilated in size.
"Uh, it was nice having you over." Harry breathed, his eyes staring at my lips for some obscure reason. He does lip-read when people talk, but I said nothing. Harry then pulled me closer and gave me a warm kiss on the cheek. I was lost, confused, and baffled. How am I supposed to respond? Think, Niall, Think. I thought to myself.
"Um, yeah. I had fun." I stuttered. "I got to go... I promised Liam I would go hang with him later." I said, with a wide eyed expression. I waved bye once again and walked out, almost tripping over my two left feet as I head out the door. I was still in a confused daze. Maybe the gay rumors are getting to Harry's head. I thought logically to myself. I nodded in agreement to my own consious. I can't ever doubt myself.
