Harry confessed his feelings for me four days ago. Things have never felt more different.
I sit in my bunk on the bands bus, my mind racing with thoughts of him. He left the room a few minutes to shower, this being the first moment alone that I've had since we boarded about six hours ago. Harry has been attached at my hip since our conversation the other night, constantly near me. I have no reserves about this, considering that if he wasn't attached at mine, I'd probably be attached at his.
I really like him.
I think the rest of the band has picked up on something going on between us. They'll shoot Harry and I glares when Harry's hand grazes my leg, when he wraps an arm around me, really any time he touches me. This is new for me, because they never did this when Niall did the same things. It's almost as if it's unexpected coming from Harry.
I can hear their voices coming from the kitchenette, making tea and coffees. The door opens and I glance towards it to see Niall stick his head in.
"Hey Mal." He smiles at me.
"Hey." I respond, returning a small smile.
"Where's Harry?" He asks.
"He's in the shower."
"Can I come in for a sec?" He asks.
"Yeah...? Why are you asking? You never ask." I giggle a bit. He always walks in unannounced. I used to get frustrated with him over it, because I could be changing or something at any given moment. However, eventually I realized he was never going to
stop and him seeing my changing was the least of my worries.
"I don't know." He shrugs. "Just felt like I should ask."
Niall comes in and sits on the small bunk with me, his thigh touching mine. He looks over at me, giving my body a once over.
"Where've you been, Mal?" He asks softly. "Haven't seen you in days..." He finishes, placing a hand on my leg.
He in fact has seen me, but I know what he means. I've been very preoccupied with Harry lately, and haven't been playing enough attention to Niall or the rest of the guys. Niall, however, notices more than them and desires my attention more than they do. I haven't spoken to Niall about what's going on between Harry and I, but I feel like I could at this point. Harry is absolutely not being secretive about it, and I'm sure he wants Niall to know anyways.
I am confident enough in what is blossoming between Harry and I that I am comfortable sharing it.
"I know I'm usually the one to bust in your room unannounced, but you can come hangout with me too, you know." I giggle. The reason Niall and I have not hung out in the last few days has been because I haven't come to find him. Yes, I've been with Harry, but I'd never turn Niall away. This is how it is 75% of the time, me seeking him out. It doesn't bother me at all, because I know that he wants me to seek him out, but he could keep the same energy as I do more often.
"Well, whatcha think I'm doing right now?" He smirks at me, giving my thigh a squeeze. For the first time ever, I feel a bit weird about having his hand on my thigh. It's the weirdest sensation because it feels so natural and unassuming, but at the same time I feel as if I should move it off of me.
"Can we talk?" I suddenly ask, moving my leg to sit criss-cross on the bunk, shuffling backwards to lean against the wall. This way, his hand falls from my leg without me having to move it.
"Of course." He eyebrows crease and he turns his body to face me. "What's up, Mal?" He asks me, with a bit of concern etched on his face.
I take a moment to contemplate how exactly to tell him about Harry and I. It's not that I'm afraid he's going to be upset or anything, but the dynamic that we have had for the last six months is going to change.
