Just Friends | Narry | Discontinued

five

Throughout the remainder of that week, Louis and I's relationship has been Growing. Though I couldn't shake this feeling of skepticism.

This relationship thing was extremely sudden. Louis went from trying so hard to get Niall and me together to him being with me instead. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him, so many questions that I want to ask him. I may have a chance later seeing as all of us would be at Liam's today to hang out. But for now, Niall was coming by today before we went to Liam's, he had something he wanted to talk to me about and I haven't the slightest idea what it is. But he sounded nervous? Which in turn made me nervous. That empathetic angle of our friendship I guess.

He should be here in—

"M'here." Niall said walking into my room, closing my door behind him.

"Hey." I offered, trying to get his attention.

"Hey." He replied lowly, he seemed a bit all over the place, the nervousness I spoke of was definitely there, and so was that empathetical feeling.

I was nervous, for him being nervous. If that makes sense.

"You alright Ni?"

He didn't reply.

"Ni?" I repeat, he's so busy fiddling about that he doesn't even hear me.
Placing a hand on his shoulder I finally get him to look at me. "You wanted to talk about something, am I correct?"

He hums, "Yeah. I did. Um, have a seat."

I take a place on the bed next to him, letting out a little huff of air.

"Spill." I say simply.

"So you and Louis huh?"

I furrow my eyebrows. This again? "Is there a problem."

Niall only shakes his head.

"Okay then stop stalling." I sag trying to coerce him into telling me whatever it is he needed to tell me.

Niall rubs his hands on pants, mumbling about how sweaty they are.

He seemed so uncomfortable and that's unfamiliar feeling to witness when it's just the two of us, so I try and get him comfortable. I lean back against the headboard. When I'm propped in a satisfying position and gently pull on Niall's arm getting him to scoot closer to me. He leans his head against my shoulder, changing his self fiddling to fiddling with my slender fingers.

"Tell Harry what's wrong."

He laughs a little.

"Liam—"

I make a sound urging for him to continue.

"Liam asked me out." He says, his tone questioning. Questioning as if he were trying situate whether or the not it really happened or not.

"He asked you out." I repeat. I had this odd momentary sinking feeling, I don't really know what it was and I didn't really have the time to decipher what it was.

He nodded and mumbled a small 'yeah'

"S'what'd you say?"

"Oh. I literally just said 'oh'."

"And he said?"