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Zayn's Pov
This is strange. Harry has never seemed to sad. I want to help, but it will be hard. I stop playing FIFA and look at the young boy, trying to think of possible ways to help.
"Z, you there?" he asks and waves his hand infront of my face. I shrug and return back to the game. We spent a couple of hours playing, but he still seems a bit down. Once I win, yet again, I turn the console off.
"What the hell?" Harry asks. I roll my eyes and begin to get ready for bed.
"Do you know where Liam and Niall are?" I ask. I see his body tense at the question.
"No." he plainly states. Okay, something's off. I hear a knock at the door. Harry opens it, and walks out the room without another word.
"Where are you going?" I ask as I see him leaving. I realize who knocked.
Liam and Niall fall back on the couch, and pick up the controllers.
"How was your day?" I asks the lads.
"Great. We went to Nandos, than did a little shopping" Liam says, not looking away from the tv.
"I need to go check on Haz." Niall says. Liam continues playing as I take a shower.
Niall's Pov
I know Harry isn't okay. I can see it in his eyes. I knock on his door, hoping he'll answer. After a few seconds, I start to worry. The doorknob turns and I smile. But that fades when I realize he has bloodshot eyes. He's crying. I walk into his room and pull his body closer in a bone-crushing hug. His sobbing only gets louder.
"Shh..Haz. Don't cry." I say as I rub his back.
I shut the door before turning all my attention back to the curly haired boy.
"I know something is up. What is it?" I ask him. I need to know. I can't stand seeing him this way.
"I'm gay." He whispers? WHAT? He is the womanizer of this group. Does he like one of us? I think to myself. That doesn't matter. Whoever he likes would be lucky to be with Harry.
I lead him by the waist to his bed. I pat the seat beside me, the bed dipping a bit with his body weight.
"Do you like someone?" I ask. I hope that wasn't too forward.
He lets out a sigh, and I realize his breathing has hitched every few seconds. He plays with his phone as he runs a hand through his hair.
"No." he simply states. I want to ask him more questions, but now is not the time. I lay down on his bed, and he follows my actions. He lays his head on my arm, and cuddles closer to me. I never realized how great of a smile he has. Harry looks so peaceful cuddled up next to me. I sit up as I hear someone knock following with a very distinct,
"Harry, babe?"
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I love him
FanfictionThings seem to be normal. Than Harry tells one of the boys his secret: he's in love with Niall, his beautiful bandmate that makes his heart race just by looking at him. Maybe, just maybe, Harry will tell him. But it might be too late.
