In love with your BFF
Niall:
You knock on the door, waiting patiently for Niall to open it. "Niall!" You say, hugging him. "(Y/N)!" He says. "It's so good to see you! I got some movies to watch." You walk inside and plop down on the couch as Niall pulls out the popcorn and puts in the movie. He plops down next to you. You watch a horror movie, as usual. This one was scarier than normal, so you watched intently, jumping every now and then. When it got to an abnormaly scary part, you started whimpering. "Aww, are you scared?" Niall asks. "No!" You protest. "C'mere." He says, holding out his arms for you. You accept his offer, hiding your face in his shoulder. You smell his sharp cologne and hear him munching away at the popcorn and your heart melts. You jump up. "Niall, I... I have to go! Um... see you soon!" You say, rushing out the door. What were you thinking. You couldn't spend time with him... you just fell so much more in love. You got a message from Niall: "Where'd you run off to?!", but you ignored it. For the next two weeks you ignored his texs (22 total, but who's counting) and his messages (10). You always thought of him. Through school, through your chores, through everything. You were crying about it again when suddenly there was a knock o your door. "I got it!" You yell, tears still rolling down your face. You open the door to see a tall-ish blonde Irshman, with stunning blue eyes. "(Y/n)!" He shouts. You step outside, shutting the door behind you. You felt so fragile right now. Like if you talked, you would break. "I was so worried! You wouldn't an- You've been crying!" He exclaims, wiping away a tear. "What happened?" You stay silent. "Say something!" He pleads. "I- I love you." You say, studying your shoes. You look him right in his ocean-blue eyes. You couldn't read his expression, but you were sure you didn't want to. "I'm in love with you. I have been for the longest time. Everyone knows." You feel the tears start again. "I love the way you laugh when I have a blonde moment. I love the way your eyes twinkle when you play guitar. I love it when you sing songs to me. I love it when you watch movies with me. But I can't go through with this because you don't feel the same way. I... I'm just your best friend. I always will be. I'm sorry I get jealous sometimes... it's just... sometimes... I get worried that someone will be able to make you happier than I can... And... I just can't go through will this Niall." He just looks at you, still an unreadable expression. You bite your lip, tears streaming down your face. You turn around and turn the door handle. He grabs you wrist. "Wait..." He says softly. "I... had no idea..." "That was the point, Niall. This is what I was trying to avoid. Rejection. Because I kn-" He grabs your face and pulls you in, kissing you sweetly. "I... I don't know what to say..." You say, looking at him. "Then listen." He says. "I'M in love with YOU. I have been since day one. When I saw your beautiful face at the CD signing, when you tripped over the chair..." he laughs at the memory. "The point is, I love it when you get scared. I love it when I get to hold you. I love it when you laugh at my jokes. I love it when you help me with my music. I love it when you listen to me. I love it when you talk. I love it when you eat with me. I love it when you obsess over something, I love it when you're being you. I'm so in love with you, (y/n)." He says. "N..niall...." You say, pecking his lips, a smile spreading across your face. "I've wanted this for so long."
Harry:
"(Y/n), slow down!" Harry yells after you. "No can do Harold." You shrug, laughing as he tries to keep up with you. You were having a swimming race in the pool, and you were beating him by a full lap. You wait for him at the end of the pool as he groans in defeat. "I win!" You squeal. Harry shoots you a nasty look. You splash him with water. "Hey, lighten up!" you say. "You're right." He says, pushing your shoulders down, dunking you completely underwater. He's laughing when you get up. When you get out, you can't help but admire his tanned abs and perfectly formed V-line. Even if he was wearing those ugly swim trunks, he made them work. He looks up and catches you staring. "What?" You ask. "You want some of this?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. You laugh, throwing your towel at him. "I didn't hear a no..." He points out. You roll your eyes. "Let's go, Styles." You say, walking to his car. He runs to catch up to you. "Wait, don't get my seats wet!" He says. When you get to his flat, you tell him you're going to change. "Aww, do you have to?" He asks. You look down at your purple two piece. "Yeah, I do." You say, happy that Harry thinks you look good enough in it. You've always liked Harry, even before you knew him. From your "obsessive fangirl days", even though you still had those moments every now and then. It was just, to you, Harry wasn't the great "Harry Styles". He was just Hazza. Styles. Harold. Harry. "Fine." He says grumpily. "I gotta change, too." He says, putting an arm around your waist. He shoots you a cheeky grin, but you make not attempt to remove his arm. When you walk into the bathroom with Harry's Ramones shirt and a pair of your sweat pants, Harry walks in with you. "Out." You say, smirking at the cheeky boy. "Whhhhyyy?" He whines. "Go on, Hazz!" You say, shooing him out. When you walk out, he's pouting. "What?" you ask, hugging him. "Why didn't you let me in?" He asks. "You can't see me naked!" You protest. "And don't ask 'Why not?'. Look Harry, I might be in love with you, but-" You hand goes to your mouth, realizing what you just said. "What?" He asks. "N...nothing...." You say. "You're in love with me?" He asks. "Yes! Okay, in love with you. Now will you shut the heck up about it?" "I can't! My best friend tells me their in love with me, when I've been waiting for years to hear that, and she tells me to shut up!" "You've been waiting for me to say that?" "Of course! I think about you all the time, (y/n). You're all I've ever wanted. You're pretty sure your mouth is on the floor. "Harry..." You say. He grabs you waist, pulling you closer. "I am so truly, madly, deeply in love with you..." He's close enough, now, that you can feel his warm breath. He pecks your lips. "(Y/n), will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" He asks. You nod, kissing him again.
