Narry (boyxboy)

Chapter Four

Beep. What the fuck? Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Someone shut the fuckin alarm clock off." I groaned.

"Niall!" I slowly opened my eyes, looking at Harry. "Niall... You're awake."

"No shi--" He lunged forward, hugging me tightly. "Can't... Breathe..." He loosened up but didn't let go. Why is he so worked up? I fainted, so what? "We're going to Nandos after they let you out." He let go. "You fainted because you haven't been eating, right?"

I scoffed. "I don't see why I should. I'm fat."

"No, you're not. Whoever you love is just a git." I rolled my eyes at the irony.

"Niall." A doctor walked in. "You can leave as soon as you feel better."

Some nurses unhooked me and I got up, walking out of the room I was in, to the waiting room where I saw Liam pacing. "LiLi!"

He looked over at me, eyes widened. "Niall!" He ran over, picking me up and spinning us around, setting me down once he was done.

"Is Liam the git?" Harry asked. I rolled my eyes.

"What?" Liam rose an eyebrow at me.

"I'll tell you at Nandos."

The three of us sat in a booth at Nandos. I sat next to Liam and Harry had a side to himself. I pulled out my phone, texting Liam. "He said whoever doesn't love me is a git." I set my phone in my lap, sighing.

"So you're gay?" Harry asked.

"Yes. If you have a problem with that... I'll quit. And never bother you again."

He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "I don't have a problem with it. Just a few questions."

"Shoot."

"The guy you like... Before or after X-Factor?"

"I met him there."

"...Is it one of us? Like, one of your band mates?"

I let go of his hand, putting both of mine in my lap again, a tight grip on my phone. "Yes."

"Are you sure it's not Liam?"

"Yes." I rolled my eyes at him. How stupid is he? "I told you that he knows who I like."

"...Right. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that in the kitchen."

"It's fine."

There was a slight pause as he looked away then looked back at me. "It's me or Louis."

"What?"

"Whenever we're all hanging out, you talk to everyone except me and Louis."

"What would you say if you were correct?"

"You're screwed."

"I know that." I sighed.

"We're both straight, both have girlfriends--"

"Don't need to rub it in my face, Harry." I glared, my heart breaking. "I already knew that." Liam reached over, pulling me into a hug as some tears fell.

"Sorry, Nialler..." Harry sighed. "You should just get over him."

"You think I haven't tried that?! It's been two years, Harry. No matter how much I ignore him, nothing happens! I just get more heartbroken! And don't fucking call me Nialler anymore!"

"C'mon..." Liam whispered. "Let's leave." He picked me up bridal style, walking out of Nandos and to the hotel. Stupid Harry.