Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

CHapter 47 - Harry

Being all alone knowing that your boyfriend is out there somewhere, most likely getting wasted over a couple of drinks, upsets me. I can't stand the thought of us being a couple, but yet, forced to live apart from each other. I invite Niall over to our room- I decided it's ours now- so that he can keep me distracted. 

Niall brings along a couple of chilled beer bottles and makes himself comfortable on the couch, setting his legs up onto the table. 

"How are you, mate?" he asks, popping the beer bottle open with his bottom teeth. 

"Alright," I say, accepting a bottle from him. It's already opened. I like Niall. He's always so chilled and laid back, something I've always admired about him. 

"I hope you're not holding a grudge on me or anything," Niall chuckles stiffly. 

"What? Why would I?" 

Niall just laughs. "That day, when Louis kinda you know, as they say, 'lap danced' on me," he pulls at the collar of his shirt and looks around the room.

"Oh," I say. "Oh no, not at all. I've forgotten about it, actually." 

"Good then," Niall grins and takes another sip of his beer. "Thank goodness. I thought I'd be awkward around you till the day I die!" 

"Niall!" I laugh, nudging him in the ribs. "You're one of my bestest friends. I'll never do that!" 

"Bestest isn't a word, mate," Niall says, but laughs along with me anyways. 

"I know! I know! I just... I didn't know what other word to use..." 

"C'mon, Haz. There are tons of others." 

"Well I didn't complete school," I say as-a-matter-of-factly and Niall just laughs again. 

"Neither did I." He finishes his beer and picks up another bottle. "Well, how are you and Louis? I saw some things about you guys kissing on stage yesterday? I didn't even notice. Fuck, what kind of Larrie am I?" Niall frowns, scratching the back of his neck. 

"Larrie...?" I ask. "What is that?" 

"Never mind. Just tell me, is that true? I saw loads of pictures and videos but..." 

"It's true," I admit. "I made the move. Louis wasn't too pleased." 

Niall looks confused. "Why not?" 

"Tom." 

"Ah, right," Niall says. "Of course he would. But why, though? Louis has always been the devil, ya know, not obeying rules, not giving a single shit about them... why is he so uptight about it now?" 

"It's because of me. He wanted to protect me." 

"Aww," Niall coos. "I should probably write that in my fanfiction. Which one, though?" 

"I don't understand, but you keep talking about your fanfictions and blogs. Can I have a look?" 

"Well..." Niall says, after a while. "Fine, I guess. I mean, it is about you, isn't it?" he hands me his phone and I notice that it's on a website called 'Wattpad'. "I mostly type on here anyways, but I also type on Archive Of Our Own and occasionally, Tumblr, but I guess you can take a look at this first." He clicks on something and that takes me to another page. "Here, read this one. It's my newest one." 

I read it out loud. "Parallel Lines. Two lines moving side by side, never touching, never meeting." I blush. "This one sounds interesting." 

Niall laughs, shrugging it off. 

"Does anybody else know about you writing these... fanfictions...?" I ask Niall. 

"None of the fans know," Niall smirks. "If they only knew... they'll freak. Trust me, I know. Let's just say I've uploaded a couple of pictures of the both of you onto my fan account and people thought it was photoshopped. If only they knew they were real... Well, I seem to get a lot of praise on my 'photoshop'," Niall's smile is wide, stretching from ear to ear.