Boundless Love {BoyxBoy} Narry/Ziam(Short Story)

The Start of Our Story

Hey guys, new story! So yeah, please give me feedback on it and what you think! Lets just see how this goes. Getting back into the swing of things, so yeah....reality sucks.

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Harry's POV

"Harry, what is your response to Taylor Swift's new song-Style?" The interviewer questioned me.

I masked my frown with a wide smile, glancing over at Niall. "I am totally fine with it. If Taylor wants to waste her time trying to "get back at me," I literally do the air quotes, "then that time is hers to waste." I responded, shrugging nonchalantly.

The interviewer eyed me cautiously before turning to badger Lou with questions instead.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Niall, trying not to let his laughter show, trying to shove his smile behind a scowl-the outcome-looking slightly constipated. I pulled a face at him, causing him to double over in laughter.

The interviewer looked over at us in irritation, "Care to comment, Niall?" She asked, quirking a carefully waxed eyebrow at him.

"Um...no." Niall answered, still smirking.

She sighed, but turned back to Louis.

I rolled my eyes at the back of her head, but heard a murmur of disapproval from management people-who were off set.

Whatever. This isn't a live interview and we don't have an audience so it will just be edited out anyways. I sighed, some of these people were no fun. At all. A simple eye-roll wouldn't send fans fleeing. Management just worried about stupid stuff.

"Harry," Liam said, waving a hand over my face.

"What?" I snapped out of my trace, looking around a the empty set.

"Interviews over," He told me, "Come on."

"Yes Daddy." I muttered, getting up from the stiff couch. Liam had definitely earned his nick-name "Daddy Direction."

"Haha, your so funny. Come on, the vans waiting." He grumbled, dragging me through the crowded set and outside through the crowds of crazy fans.

We got into the fan and took off to our hotel. "What the heck happened in there?" Paul asked, looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Um..." I stalled, raking my brain for and excuse.

"I kept him up pretty late last night, hes a little tired." Louis supplied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at me, patting my knee. Paul cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to the road uncomfortably. Me and Louis snickered quietly. We're just pals that banter each other.

I looked over to Niall, who was looking glumly out the window. I lifted Lou's hand away from my knew, scooting closer to Niall. "You okay?" I asked him.

"I'm fine." He snapped.

"Niall," I looked at him doubly, "Your not usually the quiet moody one, that's Zayn's job." Zayn looked over at us from the back seat at the mention of his name.

"What about me?" He asked tiredly.

I waved him off, awaiting Nialls response.

"Really." He said, "Its nothing. I'm just tired."

I could see that he's lying through his teeth, but I could also see that he really is upset,so I let it go and just put my arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him. "Its okay..." I trailed off as Niall snuggled up to my side, resting his head on my chest as we continued our ride to the hotel.