désir // narry

Chapter 7

Hey guys!!! So here is Chapter 7! In this chapter I make you see a softer side of Harry that wasn't really shown before so I really hope you enjoy that! XD

And ok, I think writing this is making me i n s a n e. Like I'm not even joking. I get feels from my own story. And then when there's a conflict in the chapter, I have mind battles telling me 'No! You can't do that to them! Narry is to cute, THEY MUST BE TOGETHER!!!'

Call me crazy, whatever floats your fruit loop! ;D

So after skimming through my pointless mini rant, I present you with: Chapter 7! xx 

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Harry's POV

"Harry?" a shaky voice flooded the air. I took my hands off my face and looked up to see a concerned Niall making his way over to my side of the bed.

"N-Not feeling good?" he says stuttering a bit. I don't understand why he does that. It's not like he stutters with the other lads- just me for some reason.

"I can't do this anymore Niall," I breathe out without thinking. Shit.

"Do what?" he furrows his eyebrows.

"Nevermind. I'm just tired I guess," I say rubbing my face again. I really need to stop blurting things out like that.

"Well if you want to talk about it I'm here, I guess..." he says awkwardly putting a hand on my shoulder.

You know when someone touches you and you get that chill that goes right down your spine? That's what happens every time Niall touches me. Even the slightest bump in the arm or brush past my shoulder sends my emotions flying. I don't know how to control it anymore.

"Niall, did you ever love someone who you knew wouldn't love you back?" I ask not even caring to hold my questions back anymore. I've held them in too long.

"I-I don't k-now why?" he stutters worse than ever before. His face grew pale and he ripped his hand into his lap. God, why do I have to be so awkward.

"... Just wondering, sorry to... upset you?" I say more as a question than anything. He just shrugs without looking at me.

"Harry, can I have a hug? I get it if you just want to be alone now, in which case I'll just sleep on the couch tonight, but I kinda just-" I cut him off from his ramble with a raspy chuckle and quickly pull him in for a hug. He lets his arms wrap around my sides loosely and bury his nose into my neck. Damn boy gives me goosebumps every time he does that!

"First, I could never resist a Horan hug," I say smirking, "And second, I would never let you sleep on the couch instead of in a nice warm bed. I love you too much Niall!" Okay maybe I shouldn't have said love, even though it's true...

"You love me?" he says in the quietest whisper I've ever heard.

"Of course I do Niall," I say reassuringly and give him another embrace. "More than you'll ever know..." I mutter under my breath. Niall shudders under me.

"W-what did you say?" he asks looking shocked. Shit did he hear me?

"Oh I just said 'Boy I'm tired!'" I say with more enthusiasm than needed at the moment. I was supposed to be sick. Well- I guess that's somewhat true. I'm lovesick if that counts.

"Wanna just go to bed? The lads already know we turned in late," he asks ruffling his hair.

"Sure," I smile.

"Let me just get my pajamas," we say at the same time. Niall blushes which cause me to also at just how cute his little cheeks are... Pajamas Harold!

I grab a pair of boxers out of my drawer and Niall grabs lounge pants. I turn away and strip as he does the same. Inside I'm hoping he won't turn around. I don't know why but lately I feel so insecure around him. Then again sometimes I come on way to strong for my own liking with him.

My feelings an emotions are in constant battle, always in a war over 'He loves me, he loves me not'. 'Go for it, or give it up' It sounds pathetic I know but in reality it makes me sick. And I mean literally, I get stomach aches and headaches from thinking about it constantly and it's starting to really get to me.

I climb into bed as Niall brushes his teeth and take a minute to rest my eyes. Tiredness sweeps over me like a wave and my mind begins to go numb. That is until I sensed the bed dip an the bedside light click off.

I crack my eyes open just a bit to see Niall fluffing his pillow and settling in under the duvet.

I just want to lay on top of his chest. To feel his warm aurora take over by senses. To open my eyes to waves of blue with specks of green. To hear his beautiful voice tickled by his Irish accent. To touch Niall and only Niall. God only knows this is one of my many fantasies about Niall. Many are just about loving him to the end of the world. Unconditionally. No matter what. Or waking up to him by my side each night so I could tell him how beautiful he is. Perfect. Flawless.

But you and I both know that's not even close to possible in my world.

Suddenly I feel the bed dip closer on my side. I open my eyes again to see Niall literally inching his way over to me. Oh my gosh.

I take the hint, finally, and do the same as him now succumbing to my urges to cuddle him. When we cuddled last night I was on cloud nine, but for some reason, tonight was awkward for us. 

I mean we're two grown teenagers who are actually inching our way towards each other. Even if at the moment it's awkward, I find it incredibly cute that he's so shy about coming closer to me.

Seconds later I could feel his bare skin brush against mine. He was so warm compared to me, in which I just realize I was shivering.

He cleared his throat before talking in a raspy voice.

"You seem cold Harry, d-do you want to c-cuddle?" He asks nervously. All the confidence he used with me last night vanished after his little episode early this morning. Now he's back to being all shy and stuttering. Not that I'm much better, but still.

"S-Sure, thanks..." I mutter and move even closer to him. I awkwardly put my arm around his torso while he rested his hand on my arm. I looked at his chest and involuntarily reacted to rest my head on it. Gosh, this boy is so hot I think he might be running a temperature!  

My curls rested under his chin and I nuzzled my nose into his chest. I couldn't believe I was actually cuddling with him. Again- I know we did last night, but tonight feels different. I can't put my finger on it though...

"Mmm, your so warm Niall," I mumble without thinking. He chuckles lightly and slowly starts bringing his hand up to my head. He strokes my curls, brushing them out of my face. My heart thumps in my chest as his fingers run freely through my tangled hair. I have a feeling he's watching me as he's doing it even though I can't see his face.

I wish I could just tell him how I feel. So that it wouldn't be so hard to hold my emotions in when I'm around him. But that would ruin everything. No more calming moments like this. No more calling him my best friend. No more Niall in my life. That's how I see it happening. I wish I could be more positive about my situation, but I can't. Niall's straight, I'm gay. That's all there is to it. I think I just need to face the fact there will never be a 'Niall and Harry'. That I'm stuck in the friend zone with my best friend.

I made myself stop thinking about my current situation and fell into unconsciousness trying to enjoy my moment with Niall.

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