Red | Narry

Chapter 10

By the time Niall got home he was completely exhausted. Eleanor kept asking him questions about Ireland and his heritage on their way to his house. He now laid rolled up in the blankets of his bed, building up the courage he needed to text Harry.

Of course, him and Harry are friends but Harry is also his crush, the guy he fell for on his first day at his new school in Cheshire. The guy with the adorable dimples and curly brown hair. The guy Niall now trusts.

To Harry: hi, it's Niall

From Harry: hey Niall, I thought you'd never text me :/

To Harry: hehe sorry :(

From Harry: it's okay, soooo I was wondering... if maybe you would like to hang out tomorrow night. It will be Saturday after all

To Harry: so like a date??

From Harry: what??? a date?? nooo ;)

To Harry: never send me the winky face again

From Harry: k ;)

To Harry: stop

From Harry: *stopping*

To Harry: anywaaays, yes I'd love to "hang out" with you

From Harry: Mmk, I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 7

To Harry: Okay, goodnight Harry

From Harry: goodnight Niall ;)

Niall had to bite his tongue to keep from squealing like a little girl who just met her favorite pop star. He was going to be 'hanging out' with Harry the next night, why wouldn't he be excited?

A rather large yawn escaped his lips, making him realize how tired he was. His eyelids felt heavy, making it nearly impossible for him to keep them open. He sighed sleepily and allowed himself to drift away into slumber.

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The following day went by so slowly that Niall felt as if seven would never come. He spent the whole day doing a mixture of time passing activities. First, he read then he cleaned, read some more before he decided that he needed to choose and outfit for his night with Harry.

It was a long sleeve, black and blue plaid button up that he wore with black jeans and a pair of dark grey converse. He basically smothered his hair with gel and drenched his body in cologne that a normal person could smell from a mile away.

After he got dressed he decided to strum and sing a few songs on his guitar. Oh yeah, he can sing. Never really in front of anyone other than his mother though. He discovered his talent at the age of nine and hasn't stopped since.

By the time Harry arrived the smell of Niall's cologne had faded some but he decided not to bother with spraying more. He sat in Harry's car and watched pine trees fly by, they were leaving town. "uh, Harry?" the blond asked as he turned his head to look at his crush.

Harry stared straightforward at the road, tapping the steering wheel with his pointer finger as he hummed some tune. "yes Niall?"