tape → narry au

20 → sprezzatura

Sprezzatura:
the ability to make one's actions seem effortless or to disguise one's true desire, feeling, or meaning. Studied carelessness.

It's been around a week since Niall and I's quarrel and I've found myself disliking him just as much as he dislikes me.

It's also been around two weeks since myself and Niall had a decent conversation. And within the time period I've found myself growing closer to Liam than most around the Tape institution.

We'd both accompany one another to various activities around Tape and actually have a good time at that, sharing rather personal information about ourselves in between comforted silences.

I had more knowledge of Liam than I had of Niall and in return, I found myself telling Liam an earful also. Except that one thing that caused a riot between Niall and myself.

I wasn't too sure if that night was the actual reason why Niall started to loathe me, but that day was the last time Niall's witty demeanour died down by plenty—the friendly smiles transformed into hostility.

I taught myself to ignore his presence more than I had priorly. Especially if we were within the same room which wasn't as frequent as before either.

Niall had taken a fancy in Dilan and Miles over our friends. Though I didn't mind it, Niall's absence made me feel more comfortable even if sometimes I did miss his appearance.

To know he was in the same room as me, sometimes seated near me, made the beat of my heart increase; flutter sempiternally. I could never fully understand why, but it always did.

It was yet another day at group session and Miss Siddle had put all of us in pairs again. Informing everyone that the goal, yet again, was communication.

And, yet again, she had paired Liam and I together, though I didn't mind at all; I like communicating with Liam.

He had a solace comportment. Energy always consoling.

I smiled amiably at him as I listened to him speak. He was roughly rambling about himself and Louis, topics between the pair shifting and shifting, but as long as Liam was getting whatever he had to say off of his chest I was okay with that. 

If I couldn't say what was on my mind I rather Liam say what was on his. Negative or positive.

It was a more positive ramble.

Liam sharing rather romantic information about his cabin mate, sort of boyfriend, etc etc. They were sort of complicated, not having a solid label for one another, yet they were a better functioning pair than me and my cabin roommate.

The cabin mate that happened to be sitting a few seats away from me having a discussion with Ed. I couldn't help but look over at the two, going back to my old habit of stealing glances at Niall. He was just hard to not look at. Evil or not.

"Mate," the voice of Liam's had caused me to snap out my reverie.

I blinked repeatedly, running my fingers through the tangles of my hair whilst breathing out an almost stressed sigh.

"I'm sorry, I got side tracked," I apologised, focusing myself back on Liam whom sighed before speaking up.

"What's going on between you and Niall? I seen the way you were just dazing at him, Harry."

I could barely form me and Niall's situation into words because I was just as clueless as Liam was, or had I thought he was.

"He hates me," I found it simpler to answer Liam's concern with one of my own.