Be Like You (Narry)

Chapter 1; No.

Thanks for the support. I think this story is a bit cliched, but I was testing my waters. Next story will be different. Promise. Anyway. I love everyone who reads, and you're part of my secret club and in my secret club there is cookies given out everyday. I just really like cookies. Don't judge. Anyway, the actual chapter...

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Chapter 1; No.

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-:-Niall's P.O.V-:-

How am I going to pull this off? This was such a bad idea. I can't be like him! I am not a ladies man. I'm more like a mommy's boy. I can't just flirt my way into a girls heart. I don't even know how I got so many fans and then I realized they think I'm a fucking snowflake.

That's insulting.

"I'm screwed." I say to myself. "I'm screwed. So screwed. So in the wrong I might as well be a robber." I shake my head. "I can eat cake anymore. I deserve the punishment." I gasp at myself and then I realized how weird and awkward it was to talk to yourself. So I got up and left the room.

Dammit Niall! I'm an idiot and I need to learn how to think before I talk. Maybe I should go to therapy for that. Is there therapy for that?

I walked to the living room in instinct. I sat my fat ass on the couch and started at the tv that was turned off. My life really did come to the worst point, hasn't it? Now I have to walk over to the ledge where the remotes were and get it. Or I could sit here like a lazy butt I am. Hm. I like that option.

"Hey Niall," Zayn said, suddenly appearing in the room. I look at him, waiting for him to continue. "I was just, uh, going to go to the bar and have a couple drink. Wanna come?" He looked kind of nervous. Usually he would tell me to get my butt of the couch and go with him unless he'd take away video games from me.

"I don't think so, Zayn." I said, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. "Tonight's not my night."

"That's alright, bud." He said, smiling and returning to his usual self. "I didn't really need you to come. I'm going with Perrie, but I felt the need to offer. You look like you're about to go to war with yourself."

"You don't need to offer." I retort. "I'll be fine. I'm just a little tired and I don't really feel like drinking tonight." Okay, complete lie. I want a couple drinks. Maybe that will help with my stupidity.

"Okay, mate." He said, obviously not convinced. I've never turned down a drink in two years. "Harry's here, but Lou and Liam left a while ago. They went to the grocery, but something told me that they actually went clubbing."

"And what tells you such a silly thing?"

Zayn frowned slightly. "They've been gone three hours." He said in complete monotone. I just chuckle and shrug. I don't care if they went to a club, but by the looks of it, Zayn cared. "Later." He said quickly, and running out the door. Damn, what got in his orange juice this morning?

I shrug and snort at myself, before getting up and turning on the tv. What? I was getting bored. Don't judge me. I turned on the footie game and nestled into the couch, hugging a throw pillow. I wanted a drink, but I know one drink would lead to seven and I'll be wasted. I knew that being my drunken state, I would confess to Harry that I'm an idiot and there is no way in hell I could ever, ever be like him.

So no. I will not have a drink.

I felt a presence suddenly next to me, a little closer then I would have liked. Harry. I could tell because he always smelled like strawberries and apples. His shampoo was incredible.

"Hey mate." I said, hoping he would start a conversation to get rid of this awkward tension, but nope he decided to scoot closer to me and wrap a thick, arm around me. I was kind of getting pissed off at this point, because I do not want to be this close to him. It was one of the things I hated about him: how he could be so completely laid back in awkward situations. Or was this just awkward to me?

"Harry." I said sternly. "Harry," I repeated. "I'm going upstairs, could you let go?" Reluctantly, he took his arm away from me.

"But you just go down here." He whined like a five year old. "I thought we could cuddle and watch some football together."

"I stink." I said in monotone. "I need to take a shower." Suddenly, he grabbed me and smelt my head, my chest, my armpits all the way down to the waistline of my jeans.

He smiled cheekily back up at me. "You smell fine. Good, even." I just gulped because he was awfully close to my you-know-what and the room is starting to get stuffy. He finally got off his knees and sat back down on the couch, patting the space next to him. Obviously signaling me over.

I rolled my eyes and walked back over to the couch, plopping myself next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and tugged, making my head lay on his chest.

I don't know if I imagined it or not because I was fucking tired, but I could have sworn I felt his lips place a soft gentle kiss on my head, in the mop of my hair.

And that was it. I was out like a light.

:):):):

I woke up to a heavy breathing, and a surprisingly cold head. I opened my eyes and realized I was still on Harry's chest. In my clothes from yesterday and my head was cold from him breathing on it. My hand fell asleep also, from the awkward position. I checked the clock on the side table and it read eleven thirty.

I jabbed Harry in the chest. It wasn't all that awkward, because believe it or not, this had happened before. Maybe that was what should make it awkward, but it didn't, it never did.

"Harry," I taunted, drawing the word out. "It time to wake up." Very quickly, I got over the 'be nice to wake him up' game and leaned over to his ear. "Wake up idiot!" I yelled, rather loudly. He shot awake and trashed around a bit before settling down and glaring at me.

"You are so going to get it." He said in a breathy, morning voice. I just smirk at him. I start to get up, but his arms wrap around my waist pulling me back to the couch, he laid me down and straddled me. He smirk and began tickling me. I gasped in shock, because since Harry decided he was 'to cool for school' he hasn't been into tickle fights or even banter. Even though I was the tickle victim, I didn't mind. It felt good to have the real Harry back.

"Stop!" I said, laughing uncontrollably. He just laughed a little, too. "Harry!" I yelled before laughing. "I'm calling for mercy!"

"Say 'Harry is the coolest and I love him so much and I will never yell in his ear ever again!'"

I sighed before laughing. "Harry is the coolest and I love him so much and I will never yell in his ear ever again!" I yelled. He stopped ticking. He was still straddling me, so I couldn't move. He realized this and smirked. He leaned down slowly licked my cheek, leaving a trail of spit. "You're mean!" I said, reaching up and wiping the spit from my cheek.

"Only for you." He said, winking at me and leaving the room.

What. The. Hell.

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NOT EDITED.