Harry,
I'm sorry. Babe I really am. I'm moving back to Ireland, to get away. I need you back. I'm a wreck. Where ever I look I see you. I can just imagine you reading over my shoulder trying to see what I'm doing then sneaking a kiss. We might not be perfect Harry but we're perfect in our own ways. I quit my job, I realized what assholes they were and still are. I love you. Please come back.
-N.H.
Niall's POV
I could see him walking past the library, I had a feeling in my stomach he was going to walk in. Maybe, just maybe.
I heard the squeak of the old library doors and it had to be him... it was.
God he looked perfect.
I knew I had to do it. I had to ask Harry Styles out. I knew he was gay. I think he liked me too.
I wore fuck boi clothing. As people might say. Muscle shirts, tight skinny jeans, docs.
Harry, Harry was different.
He had the bad ass image, tattoos, always wearing black, piercings, combat boots.
Okay, I have to do it.
Just walk, grow a pair Niall.
AHHHH, a new my little pony movie, god dammit Niall focus.
"Erm, hey Harry" i anxiously said has I ran my fingers through my hair.
"What's up Horan?" Horan? He's never called me Horan.
"Um, by any chance are you free this Friday?"
"Niall, if you're asking me on a date just say it."
"Harry, *cough cough*, will you go on a date with me, a guy." I gulp back regretting that.
"Damn, I thought you were gonna be a pussy and I was going to have to do it"
"If you're not gay I understand, I mean it just seems like that, and that's what people say" I really hope he's gay.
"Horan, I'm more than gay, I'm gay for you." He says with a wink and walks off.
My phone buzzes and I realize it's from Harry.
Harry: "Where are you taking me Niall?"
Niall: "It's a surprise"
Harry: "Okay Horan, btw your arse looks good in those jeans"
I just laugh as I slid my phone in my pocket.
