euphoric (n.s. AU)

t h i r t e e n

so lots have been going on I'm sorry y'all but thanks for being patient aw and I'M ALMOST AT 3K WT F IBDOXJOSK THAMKSFBSO

*Harry's POV*

After I rid myself from my perverted thoughts, I take some time to help Niall collect himself. Gradually, he's calmed his erratic breathing.

"Are you good?" I ask him, patting his back. His face is hidden in his palms as a small hiccup slips past his lips every few seconds or so.

"Mhm." He mumbles, wiping his glossy eyes aggressively and looks up to catch my gaze. His cheeks are stained from his tears and his eyes are puffy and red.

"I'm sorry about Zayn, Niall. I wish there was something I could do." I say, rubbing small circles into his back. He hums in agreement.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He says, sniffling and letting out a sad laugh. I sigh and look down at him, while he looks up at me. I smile at him before giving him a few more reassuring pats on his back before removing my hand and placing it on his knee.

"Aw, that's alright. We'll find some way to get rid of him." I promise and he nods. My eyes flicker to the lip that is harshly pressed between his teeth, and I gulp. Images of my lips pressed to his make my heart flutter and an eruption of butterflies to occur in my stomach. He wasn't a bad looking kid, honestly. But I wouldn't date him. Not because I find him unattractive or I dislike him, but because I am simply not gay. His eyes meet mine again and he blushes under my gaze.

"What?" He asks, and I smile fondly at him, my eyes traveling all over the younger boy. He puts him hands over his face and giggles, making my cheeks redden. I guess I hadn't realized I was staring. My eyes flicker to his lips once more before shaking my head and clearing my throat.

"So, when do you think you'll break up with him?" I ask, looking him straight in the eye. His eyebrows furrow and he looks at me as if it were obvious.

"Well, not soon." He explains, shaking his head. His body visibly trembles at the mere thought of it. I raise an eyebrow.

"Well, when? We can't have you showing up late for much longer. I don't know how long I can put up with that." I tell him and his eyes widen.

"I-I don't know. I said I was scar-"

"So you're letting your childish fears get in the way of your future?" I ask, resting my chin on my hand. He looks flustered and I mentally coo.

"Well I mean, you don't know Zayn, I can't really just-"

"Well, why not? It's not that hard, Niall. All you have to say is, "Zayn, I don't think this is working out." Or something along the lines of that, and you're home free." I suggest and he rapidly shakes his head.

"Are you crazy? I can't talk to him like that!" He scolds, shaking his small finger at me. I roll my eyes.

"He doesn't fucking own you Niall, how hard can it possibly be?" I say, annoyed. He shakes his head.

"You don't get it." He whispers, tears slowly forming in his eyes once again. I groan.

"Not again," I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. A loud noise startles Niall and I and we both flinch away from it.

"Hey love! I'm home." I hear someone say. Niall visibly tenses and lets out a shaky breath.

"He's back." He whispers, barely audible.

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