Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Five!

Opening your eyes, you looked up and saw Harry still asleep.  He looked so adorable with a small line of droll running down the side of his face; he was mumbling some girls name in his sleep as well.  You quietly get up and put on a light jacket since it’s getting to be more in the winter time.  You walk quietly down the stairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast and check your phone as you tiptoe down the stairs.  There’s a little flashing icon on your messages, and as soon as you click on it, a message from Liam pops up.

                “From:  Liamx

                Hi… Hope you’re doing well.  Heard ur at Harry/Louis’ place now(: Enjoy!x”

                You raise an eyebrow and put your phone back in your jacket pocket, confused as to why Liam would text you.  He usually doesn’t really talk to you, just the ‘hello’s’ when all the boys are together.  You shrug, quickly forgetting about it as you set the pan of bacon in the oven to get it cooking.  After a few minutes, arms wrap slowly around your waist as a head rests on your shoulder. 

                “Hello love.”  Harry’s sleepy voice says quietly into your ear as he arms slide off from you and reaches for the bacon.

                “No Harry it’s stil-“  You scream as he pulls his hand away and yells.

                “Did you just pull that out of the stove?!”  He yells as he runs to the sink and puts his hand under the cold water. 

                “Yes actually, why else would I be screaming?”  You yell and run over and check his hand.  It’s only a small blister luckily.  “You alright?”  You say a bit quieter now and he nods.

“What the bloody hell is going on down here!?”  Louis yells as he stomps down the stairs.  He’s still just in his whitey-tighties that Harry signed a year ago on the bum.  You laugh and Harry looks at you with a silly smirk on his face.  “I’m trying to get my beauty sleep and you two are yelling up a storm down here!”  He yells again.  “Oh, bacon.”  He hops over to the bacon and picks up a piece, taking a quick bite before grabbing four more slices and devouring them.  You’re about to say something but your phone buzzes again in your pocket.  Quickly, you pull it out and see another new message.

“From: Liamx

                Would u like to get some tea 2day? x”

“To: Liamx

                Sorry, busy today!”

You quickly say no because you were hoping to watch some movies with Harry and Lou.  Setting your phone on the counter, you look up and see Louis polishing off the plate of now gone bacon and Harry putting a band-aid on his hand.  Shrugging, you walk out into the living room and put in ‘Titanic’ before settling down on the couch, snuggling under a fluffy blue blanket.  Harry walks in a few minutes later and glances at the TV before groaning.

“Did you have to pick this one?”  He jokingly says as he sits at the other end of the couch.  You stick your tongue out and he grins.

“Lou, you gonna come watch it with us?”  You call to Louis in the kitchen.

“I’m going out with Eleanor soon, sorry!”  He calls back distractedly. 

“Looks like it’s just you and me.”  You wink at Harry and he laughs while his attention turns toward the TV as the door slams shut from Louis leaving the flat.  Harry stays relatively focused on the movie as your attention starts to separate.  You pick up my phone and scroll through Twitter, seeing all the tweets about Niall’s “scandal” as people are calling it.  Seeing the picture again, you can’t help but miss Nialler again.  Missing his smile in the morning, the way his blonde hair shines in the sunlight, his blue eyes dazzling as cameras flash around him. 

Feeling your legs shaking, you peer up and see a tear-stained face Harry looking at you concerned.  “You okay?”

“I think I should be asking you that question.”  You laugh as he brings a pillow to his face and wipes it off roughly, tossing the pillow down on the floor.  “Is the movie over?”  You question thoughtfully and he nods, clicking ‘off’ for the DVD player.

“What were you reading on Twitter?”

“How did you know I was on Twitter?”

“Your expression.”

“What expression?”

“The cute, confused, sad one.”

“Cute?”

“Um….”  Harry’s expression changes as he glances at the ground, pondering over his words.

“Harry, you know with this Niall stuff going on I’m not ready for-“  Your words stop mid-sentence as his rough lips crash against yours.  His toned body leans over yours, his arms on either side of you as he tries to deepen the kiss.  Reaching up, you push hard on his chest and he rolls off, crashing on top of the coffee table, splintering the wood in the legs from the table.

“What the hell was that?”  You yell, standing up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

“I-I didn’t mean to; I didn-“  He stutters over his words, but you push him again and he falls back against the TV monitor. 

“You know I’m still not over Niall.”

“I know I don’t know wha-“

“Just leave me alone!”  Your voice cracks on the last word as a tear rolls down your cheek.  Your feet lead you quickly up the stairs to your room.

“Wait!”  His voice echoes up the stairs as the sound of your door slams shut.