Yours Truly

VII

"I think you're overpacking a bit, bro," Harry laughed while from Niall's bed.

Niall scoffed and threw his pillow at the curly guy's head.

"I'm just packing so much because I'm taking some stuff back to make more space here," he defended himself.

It was Friday and classes were done which meant Liam and Niall were leaving tomorrow morning to Wolverhampton and Louis and Harry were going out to the cinema.

"So tell me," Niall said, looking at Harry directly. "What happened after you and Louis kissed?"

Harry shot up in bed excitedly. He nearly began bouncing from all the happiness he felt at the moment.

"Nothing much, to be honest," he admitted. "We went back to studying then we came back here and hung out for a bit. I didn't want to ask him about the poems just in case it wasn't him but I mentioned it and he was being all coy. Then I woke up this morning and I found another note in my hoodie and - Niall, you okay?"

Niall had been listening intently to his best friend's love life while also packing. Until he couldn't find his music writing journal. He had begun slamming drawers and gently throwing things around in search for it.

"My music journal!" Niall yelled frantically.

As his best friend, Harry knew how important it was to him. So he jumped up ready to calm Niall down and help him find it.

"Hey, hey, listen to me. Calm down," he soothed. "Let's retrace your steps. Where did you last have it?"

Niall took deep breaths with Harry till they were even then began thinking.

"Uh - earlier today, I think. I had it when me and Liam were doing last minute studying in his and Louis's dorm."

"There you go then!"

"But I can't remember if that's the last place I saw it!" Niall yelled, beginning to freak out again.

"Hey, it's a place to start though yeah? You check there and I'll look around in your last classes. You went to them all today right?"

Niall nodded and then they were off. Harry only hoped they found it before eight since it was already seven thirty.

* * *

Thankfully, Liam and Niall had rebuilt their friendship back up so well that Liam had told him where he and Louis kept their spare key. No one was in so Niall had no choice but to use it.

Niall began by going through Liam's drawers. Knowing Liam, if he had found it, he had probably stored it somewhere. When he found nothing, he checked the bed since he had been lying there. Nothing, again. Niall got on his knees and looked beneath the bed when he saw it. A brown leather journal. He let out a sigh of relief.

Pulling it out though, Niall saw with disappointment it wasn't his after flipping through the pages. Every page was filled with poems. He read it to himself out loud.

"I love you for the melody,
I hear within your voice.
The way - "

The sound of the door being unlocked rang throughout the room. Niall was frozen still. Louis came in surprised to see the Irish blonde sitting on the floor.

"Why are you here?" Louis asked, his face lined with confusion. "How did you get in here anyways?"

Seeing Louis had triggered a memory in Niall's brain. Harry. His secret admirer. Poems. The penmanship of this journal and the one of the poems. They matched.

"Louis, who's journal is this?" Niall interrupted, standing up and holding the leather book in Louis's line of sight.

"What?"

Niall's eyes were nearly brimming with tears. He couldn't believe this was happening. If only Louis would answer him, maybe this wasn't what he thought it was.

"Just answer me!" he pleaded.

Seeing the desperation in his eyes, Louis nodded and answered.

"It's Liam's."

Experiencing heartbreak hurt. Niall couldn't bare the pain. He sobbed loudly but he couldn't let Louis see his tears. He pushed past him, ignoring Louis's calls to come back, and running straight back to his dorm. Louis chased after him though.

Niall was still running with Louis right on his tail. They were going through the courtyard when two people (excluding Louis) yelled Niall's name out at the same time. Harry came jogging out of Poppy Hall while Liam was coming from the direction of the football stadium. Niall stopped for Harry even though he knew it'd let Liam and Louis catch up as well.

"Niall! I found your book," Harry exclaimed happily. When the youngest saw Louis, he lit up. "Hey Louis. Sorry, I'm late by the way. I was helping Niall find his book."

Louis looked utterly confused.

"What? Late for what?"

Now it was Harry's turn.

"Our date? I found your note in my hoodie."

Niall was gonna be sick. This was really happening.

"Harry, it's not Louis - "

"What note in your hoodie?" Liam cut in, his eyes wide and scared.

That was it. That was all it took for Niall to snap.

"The one you left in his hoodie! You're a right git, you know Liam!? You play me along then decide to send my best friend love poems, how dare you?! And you!" Niall shouted, turning to Louis, who's eyes were just as wide. "What kind of person kisses the guy his best friend's sending poems too!? You're both way over your heads and I - "

Louis's and Harry's eyes began shifting around uncomfortably as they watched their two friends snog a few feet in front of them. It was when they broke apart that Liam explained everything.

"Those poems weren't for Harry, Niall. They were for you. I guess, I put them in the wrong locker and I saw you wearing that hoodie the other morning so I assumed it was yours. I'm sorry, babe."

Niall visibly relaxed and Harry was slightly disappointed that Louis hadn't wrote him anything. Louis sensed this and wasn't having any of it.

"Me and Hazza just worked out our feelings on our own," Louis stated proudly then kissing Harry on the cheek. "No need for silly poems."

Harry blushed and realized it was gonna be okay between all of them. Then the last note came back to mind.

"Wait!" Harry exclaimed, directing his attention to Niall. "When did you and Liam kiss?!"