More than Friends | HARRY STYLES FIC

Chapter 3

"It's been three weeks today," Harry said, lying down on the couch while he watched Niall rummage through his kitchen cupboards.

"Oh no, three weeks? That's an eternity," Louis chuckled from the counter, where he sat munching on carrots.

Harry sat up and shot Louis a glare.

Niall suddenly popped out from within the cupboard with a bag of chips in his hand. He pulled it open as he made his way to the couch.

"Have you tried calling?" Niall asked, in between loud crunches.

"At least twenty times and it doesn't go through," Harry frowned, staring at his phone.

"What about the train, have you tried that?" Louis questioned, shedding his sarcasm to show concern for his feelings.

"I've taken it three times and she hasn't been on it," Harry answered, while scratching his head.

Niall and Louis looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"And how did you leave it again?" Louis' silvery voice quizzed.

Harry breathed in deeply and lowered his phone to his side. "Not badly, I didn't get in a disagreement with her boyfriend or anything, but it was obvious he wasn't happy with either of us," he said.

"So, he's not letting her see you then," Niall chipped in, crunching down on another chip loudly.

Harry and Louis both stared at him, loathing his open mouth chewing.

"Yeah, obviously it's not you that's the problem," Louis added, leaning forward to look past Niall.

"I know that," Harry uttered, reaching for the remote control. "It's not that, I'm just worried about her, he seems like a bitter person."

Niall sucked the chip residue off the tips of his fingers in a loud smacking sound. "Why don't you just show up somewhere you know she'll be and act like it's a coincidence," he murmured. He rolled up the open end of the bag and placed it on the coffee table, then lifted his feet onto it as well.

"That won't work," Harry huffed, shoving Niall's feet off of his table. Niall shot him an annoyed look and moved them back to the table.

"No, actually, Niall's right," Louis insisted, standing up from his seat and placing his hand on his hips. "Now go put something better on, we've got work to do."

Harry opened his mouth and crinkled his brow, insulted by Louis' jeer at his clothing; what did Louis know about fashion, he thought.

He dragged himself up the stairs in a half-assed manner, sure that his friends evil scheming, whatever it may be, was going to fail. He dressed in a shirt with a suit jacket, ran his fingers through his messy roots to tidy his locks and headed down the stairs. As he reached the bottom he was greeted by Louis clad in a jean jacket and Niall wearing a polo, standing in the doorway.

Louis tightened his lips and Niall watched him with a smile, awaiting Louis' disapproval.

"No, just no, get back up there," Louis said with a finger pointing up the stairs like a parent sending a child to their room for misbehaving. "What are you even thinking. Go," he rushed.

Harry glanced over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs, "this is Versace."

Louis rolled his eyes and Niall chuckled.

"That's the point. You are suppose to make bumping into each other seem like a coincidence," Louis snickered, while tidying up his fringe. "Make it casual."

"Yeah, put on a jumper or something," Niall contributed.

Harry pulled a green jumper over his head and slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans with the knees slit open. He forced his feet into a pair of black trainers and stomped his way back down.