Be Like You (Narry)

Chapter 2; Please.

Ello.

~!~Niall's P.O.V~!~

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I stuffed a pancake into my mouth, letting the fluffiness overcome me. The butter and syrup was clearly apparent, and man it tasted like fall and spring mixed together! Harry was such a good cook. Oh looky there, another thing I envy about him. Go figure!

"If I could make anyone happy with just my cooking, it's you." Harry said, pointing his fork at me from the other side of the table. I just gave him a big, cheeky smile, before stuffing my face, once again, with pancakes. Harry shrugged and went on with eating. He was eating with small bites, and I was just wondering how he could do that. These pancakes are delicious. How could you not eat one in only thirty seconds?

"Hey, lads." Louis said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. He looked at Harry's plate, before snatching the tiny bite that was on his fork. In a swift motion, he plopped it in his mouth. "Harry, your cooking always amazes me. How do you do it?" Harry just shrugs,and smirks at Louis.

"A chef never tells his recipes." Harry said, obviously trying to hold in a laugh. Louis shakes his head before mumbling, 'damn curly.' I remembered Zayn's and my conversation from yesterday. I thought Lou went with Liam?

"Louis," I begin, capturing Louis's attention. "Where's Liam?" Louis looks like he's thinking for a second and then he smirks as if something clicked. He gave a bit of a disturbing giggle.

"Dani," He said, winking. "Dani showed up and Liam and her suddenly 'disappered.' Haven't seen them since." Lou shook his head, remembering something else. "Li called me this morning though. He's fine. He and Dani got a hotel about five minutes from here. He should be back soon."

"Zayn was pretty torn up about you leaving with Liam." I said, before I could stop myself. I covered my mouth quickly, but it sent my fork flying to the other side of the room. "Harry." I whined, hoping he'd help me out, and I was totally wrong. He just raised an eyebrow.

"Nope." Harry said. "Not helping you there, mate. I want to hear this, too." I felt like a overbearing light was put on me. I started stuttering out incoherent words and I scratched the back of my neck and even my hair.

"He just uh," I started. "He didn't like that both of you we're out clubbing so late. I just, uh, felt kind of bad. Maybe he felt like he was being left out." I played with my fingers and the hem and stitching of my shirt. "I think I'm going to go read Tom Sawyer."

"Niall sit down." Harry said sternly. I moaned in surrender and plopped my butt back on the uncomfortable wooden chair. "Why do you think Zayn felt left out?"

"Because," I said, sighing and I knew that what I have been holding in for weeks is about to come out. "You and I always hang out, Harry, and it makes sense, we're best mates, but now Li and Lou are out doing stuff together all the time, he's stuck being the third wheel with anyone. He's used to having dibs on me, because we used to be really close, and we still are, but now Harry has dibs and then he goes to Liam, who has Louis and Louis has Liam and Harry has me. And I don't know." I say scratching the back of my neck.

"Jesus, Niall." Louis said. "Don't sugar coat it, yeah?" He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I am not saying it's your fault, Lou. And it's not Harry's fault either. It's all of our faults. We have such a good time together in our little pairs that we forget that there's five of us, not four." I say in defense for my statement. "Besides, we all thought he was really happy about having personal time with Perrie, that we forgot."

"That's because he is happy about personal time with Perrie." Harry mumbled and it pissed me off. Sure, Zayn really doesn't know how to speak what's bugging him or even ideas for songs, but it isn't like it's impossible to figure out.

"Did Zayn tell you that?" I snap at Harry. His eyes widen as he looks at me and he shakes his head. "Maybe we should go bowling or something tonight. All five of us. Together. Just us. No girlfriends. No groups. How about it?"

"I'll have to think about it." Harry mummers. He then excuses himself and walked angrily up the stairs. I just stare at the steps, because they creaked and they only made noise when extreme pressure was being out on it. Harry was stomping up the stairs. He was having a temper tantrum.

I sighed and looked at Louis. "I've dealt with snappy Harry for months. Your turn." I just groan and drag myself up the stairs to his room. I heard a vigorous clank as if something was being pushed against the wall, or thrown to the floor.

Without knocking, I waltz into the room. "What twisted your knickers?" I ask, sitting on the edge of his bed. I now know what the sound was, he had thrown his remote down, and clearly, it was broken.

"It's dumb." He says, crossing his arms like a five year old. "The reason I'm mad is dumb and kind of embarrassing." I moved myself so I was laying next to him, on my back while he was on his. I just sigh.

"If it has you acting like this," I begin, glancing at his red and flustered face. "Then it must not be dumb and pretty important, in fact."

"It's nothing, Niall." He said, more confidently. "Just drop it, yeah? I was just a little bug in my head."

I scoff at this. "Clearly not."

"Jesus Christ, Niall!" Harry yelled, suddenly frustrated. "I said it's nothing and to leave it alone!" He harshly yanks at the curls on his head. "Could you just leave, please?" He doesn't meet my eyes, the coward. I just take one final step and I hug his chest and nuzzle my head to where I could hear his heart. He started shaking, and I put my hand on the his waist and just let it stay there. He needed comfort and I wanted to give it to him, but he made it so damn hard because of all of his whining and temper tantrums.

"Obviously it's not nothing, Harry." I said, quietly, literally under my breath. "And that's okay. We can't all be happy and perfect all the time. Just talk to me. God did give me two ears, and I'm thinking he gave them to me for a reas-"

"You are." He says, cutting me off. He finally let his hands off his face and looked at me. I raise an eyebrow at him. He sighed. "You're always happy and perfect and you're cute and little and you're just Niall and everybody loves you."

"You are so, so, far from the truth, Curly." I tell him. "I'm not perfect. I'm not happy all the time. Hell, ask Zayn, he'll tell you I'm moody. And not everyone loves me. There are still over one hundred thousand girls who think I don't even deserve to be in the band."

Harry locks his eyes to mine before saying, "You deserve this band more than any of us, Ni." I was actually pretty scared at how freaking serious he sounded. Though Harry was a serious guy, he never really spoke seriously, always sarcastic comments or moody little 'yeahs,' here and there.

Instead on commenting on the remark, I decided to the real reason why I was even here. "What's the matter, love?"

"That's the matter." Harry said, pulling himself from my grip. He began pacing, and pacing and trying to rip hair out of his head. "I just-- I need time, Ni."

"Time for what, Harry?"

"The truth, Ni." He says. "Just the truth."

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Hm. Suspicious.