euphoric (n.s. AU)

t w e l v e

I've been a sad nut sac recently sigh but I am happy now so hello

*Harry's POV*

For the rest of the day, I was contemplating if it would be a good idea to text Niall. I only wanted to text him if something work related came up, so it didn't seem like I actually wanted to talk to him. I sighed, and pulled up his number and proposed a message.

Harry // Hello Niall, we'll have to discuss your reasoning for continuously being late.

Harry // In person.

I make sure to frame it in a way that won't seem suspicious to Marissa or Sean. I sigh and await his reply, noticing my daily headache creeping into my mind. Maybe seeing Niall wasn't an awful idea after all. I see him everyday, there is no reason for my sudden nervousness about talking to him. My phone vibrates almost immediately after I hit send,  and I bite my lip, nervous to see what he would say. He must not do much, considering how quickly his reply came through.

Niall // okay sure but when

That actually never crossed my mind. When? As soon as possible? Did that sound too needy?

Harry // Whenever you are available. xx

Niall // i am now if you are

Harry // Okay, do you want me to come to you or?

Niall // come to me if that's okay haha i can't just leave

Afterwards, we discussed his address and I was on my way. I was grateful that he didn't live too far. I was honestly nervous and I didn't understand why, he is just an intern. A coworker. Nothing more, nothing less. I rolled my eyes at my over thinking and turned up the radio in attempt to rid my thoughts. The song that Niall had listened to the other day was playing, and I was going to change it before I remembered how happy Niall looked while dancing along to it. I smiled to myself imagining the small boy dancing around my office. I think back to that strange morning I had a couple weeks back, feeling grateful that I was about to push it to the back of my mind most of the time. It hasn't happened since, so my first thought is that it was from lack of sleep or stress; those are the only two things that make sense. 

Once I pulled up to Niall's home, I parked the car and took a deep breath before stepping out and locking my door. He lived in an apartment complex, they weren't too bad. But they definitely weren't great either. I checked my phone and looked for the message where he had given me his apartment number, and I sigh before making my way to number 322. My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, the sound bouncing off the walls with every step. Once I reach the door, I take another deep breath and slowly let it out before straightening my attire and knocking. A few moments pass by before Niall opens the door, wearing black sweats and a white T-shirt. My heart slightly fluttered when he sent me a welcoming smile, his messy hair framing his pale face.

"Hi." He blushed before stepping out of the way to let me in. I smiled back at him before walking in and looking around. It was nice and homely, it wasn't too big or too small. Small decor littered the walls, and I can instantly tell Niall was the one who picked them out. He closes the door and sits on the couch, gesturing me to the couch that's adjacent from him. I nod before sitting across from him, making sure to leave my shoes by the front door as a courtesy. Many minutes pass with me staring at him and him fiddling with his fingers, the slight hum of music coming from somewhere else in the home. I clear my throat to get his attention, and his eyes instantly shoot up and catch mine.

"Okay well, Niall, I assume that you're aware of my displeasure towards your tardiness?" I start, and he looks down again, fiddling with the string of his sweats. I've seen Niall do that plenty of times, always when he's uncomfortable. I adjust my posture in my seat to seem less intimidating, and soften my voice a bit.