Be Like You (Narry)

Chapter 3; Time?

I kept going guys be proud of me. By the way, I was requested to do Harry's P.O.V but that will ruin it, aye?

-Niall's P.O.V-

"Look, Ni, he's just in a bad mood." Louis said. "Don't take it personally, please. This has happened to me once or twice, but I always saw it coming."

"That's what I'm saying, Lou!" I said, cutting him off. "I didn't say anything to piss him, at least I didn't think I did, but it was out of nowhere and then he said he needed time for the truth?"

"Just give it time." Louis said, sitting down at the table. I just mumbled a 'sure,' and left the room. I grabbed my keys and my coat and headed out the door.

He needed time? Fine. I'll give him his precious time. I jumped in my car and started it, but I have nowhere to go. Whatever, I'll just take a drive to absolutely nowhere in particular. Louis kept calling me, Zayn kept calling me, Liam kept calling me, but I didn't answer any of them. To be honest, I was slightly disappointed that Harry didn't try to get a hold of me, but I bet he didn't even know I left because he won't come out of his blasted room. It's not like he cares anyway, I mean, he won't even talk to me about anything, and I'm pretty sure that he doesn't even like me that much. He probably only hung out with me because no one else would. That fucker.

But then I remembered something. Harry and I had a bit of a game going, didn't we? I was supposed to get as many girls as I could, and be like him. I mean, I know I'm not smoking sexy or anything, but I'm me. I'm blonde and Irish, and...whatever the girls will be drunk so they won't even know the difference. They will probably be so drunk that I could say I was Brad Pitt and they would believe me.

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So that's what I did. I went to a bar. Man was I right. Girls were hanging over chairs they were so drunk. They air was very vile. It smelled like beer and puke mixed together. Let's just say that bar air takes awhile to get used to. When I say 'takes a while' I mean that you get used to it when you're drunk off your ass.

I got a drink, and sat down in a bar chair in between an obvious college student, who is not 21, maybe 19 or 20 and a biker, who was a bit overweight and he smelled like gas and oil. I looked around the dump, because it was a tad disgusting. I spotted a pretty lady in a skin tight dress, with long brown curly hair in the corner. She looked tipsy, but defiantly not drunk. Hm. Might as well go for it.

I walked over. Yes, I was nervous because I haven't picked up a girl since I was young, maybe 16? It was the first time I was ever in a bar and her name was Julia and she was 24, and she knew I was 16 so it was weird and I never picked up another girl since. But now I'm 22 and I think I can handle it. The girl in the corner saw me and smiled. No I was wrong. She was drunk, maybe not 'pass out before we have even get to my house' drunk, but defiantly drunk. She had green eyes, and It made me stop in my tracks. She looked like a girl Harry. She didn't have cute dimples, or a perfect smile or anything, but she looked like him nevertheless.

"Hi," I said, once I reached her. She smiled as a response. "Lovely night, don't you think?" I asked, my palms now getting sweaty. I underestimated Harry for sure. This is was harder than it looks. What do I was her? 'Hey, come to my house so I can prove to my jerk off friend that I can get girls?' Does that sound appealing?

"Honey," She said, slurring a little. Oh wow, he breath stunk. I really don't know if I can do this. "It's only four in the afternoon." I blushed a little. She was American, defiantly American. She sounded high pitched and squeaky and that I knew I couldn't do it. I can't pick up random girls. I'm too picky and I just can't.

I smiled at her, as she attempted to rest her hand on my shoulder, but she failed. "Yeah, well, I think I'm going to go now. You have a really nice night." I said, wanting to leave so bad at this point.

She smirked and grabbed my hand as I turned to leave. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Don't you want to have a little fun first?" I shook my head and pulled away from her grip. She growled very audibly and that's when I ran, not even caring about running into anyone. I probably knocked someone down, but I don't care. I have to go home and tell Harry the deal is off because I can't do this. It's not my way of living at all.

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When I got home, I knew Zayn, Liam, and Louis will be asking where I went and why I left so abruptly, but I have to talk to Harry this deal can not go on any longer. I was right. Right when I got inside, I saw all three of them staring at me. "Talk later," I said, as I ran up the stairs. I knocked on Harry's door, and I didn't hear any answer, so I just barged in. I saw him, on his bed, watching Titanic, and he had seven king size candy bars, surrounding him. I looked at him, as he looked at me. His nose was red and his eyes were bloodshot. "What's wrong?"

He sniffled and took a breath that was shaky. "Niall, I'm about to tell you something and you have to promise me you won't hate me." I looked at him, and went and sat down on the edge of his bed. If he thinks I could ever hate him for anything he is wrong.

"I would never hate you, Harry."

He hugged his pillow and looked at me with sad green eyes. "I-I'm gay."