Proclivity ❀ narry

f i f t e e n

"Show me what I'm looking for."

nialls p.o.v.

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Harry had eventually woken up and dragged himself to his bed. I found out the funeral would be in about 2 weeks, which isn't in very much time.

That isn't the main thing on my mind, though. My heart is still fluttering and I smile every time I think about Harrys touch. I shouldn't be thinking this way. He doesn't like me in the way I like him. Why do I like him again? Theres multiple reasons to not like him but, that one reason to like him, pushes all the others to the side.

I walk into his room with some freshly made coffee and set it down on the small table beside the bed. I stare down at him, laying on his stomach, his hair spread across the pillow in a messy manner, his lips slightly parted, and his shirt only covering the top half of his back. Although I want to wake him up by shaking him by the part that isn't covered, I feel that would be awkward when he woke. Dear Lord.

I settle for touching the shirt covered part. Just touching his shirt gives me shivers. The slight touch jolts him awake, sitting up straight. He looks around, his eyes squinted with a little pout. How much more can I take? Not much.

"What time is it?" He ask, his voice heavy and raw. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands. I give him his coffee and he happily takes it from me. Our fingertips touch, making me quickly pull back. I swear I felt something. He doesn't seem to have notice as he sips in content. Just my imagination. My heart may have just skipped a beat.

"I-I-t's 5, 5, 5." I say unsteady. Get it together.

He nods and hums. "Thank you, for the coffee, for everything." He smiles up at me and I think I just died inside. Why is he being so grateful all of a sudden? Who cares, he smiled for me, at me.

I'm such a girl.

I can't speak at the moment so I just nod and smile timidly. I leave the room and walk into my bedroom, flopping onto the bed and screaming into a pillow. I squeeze the sheets with all my might. My heart. I'm about to explode. I take deep breaths and smile widely. Oh my.

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I was scrubbing the kitchen counters when David had called me.

"Where is Harry?" Is the first thing he ask me when I pick up.

"Why do you, why do you need to know, know?" I say, spraying disinfectant on the counter.

"I have something to show him," David stays vague and I'm not sure if I like it.

"Oh. Alright. He's probaby, probably, probably at work." Click.

That was weird. I'm a little concerned for both their well being.

After a few hours, I have basically cleaned the entire house. In that time, Harry should have come home but, he hasn't. Which is strange, he usually rushes home. I don't blame him.

Its around 8 p.m. when he walks through the door, blank face and a tight posture. I scurry to him, examining. I say a simple 'hi', but he brushes me off and goes to his bedroom slamming the door behind him. Was it something I did? Said?

I scratch at my forearms before cursing at myself and stopping. Don't do that.

I whip up a cup of tea for myself and go to my bedroom, sitting by the window and looking up at the stars. Oh how long its been.

Minutes pass by, may be even an hour, when Harry abruptly walks into my room, standing in front of me.

"Tell me what you did today." He says, his face still blank and his voice expressionless. Hes kinda making me scared, now.