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Harry’s POV (Surprise!)
I smiled as I headed off to practice with Lou after school. He was talking nonstop about something, but I wasn’t really paying much attention. I was focused on Niall. I’d talked to him earlier, but it hadn’t gone exactly as I’d planned. Actually, I’d kind of made a stuttering fool of myself, but I was trying to forget about that. I blamed it on the fact that as soon as he’d seen my face he’d tried to rush off to Liam, and that hurt. I mean Liam’s a great guy and all. We’ve known each other for years, but him and Niall have always been really close. And that’s just not ok with me. Especially lately, since it really seems like there’s something going on between them.
They’re always at each other’s houses after school…I may or may not eavesdrop on them sometimes during gym. I also try to be subtle about checking Niall out while he’s changing, and it’s so embarrassing when he catches me. I think I play it off pretty well, though.
I looked at the ground as I remembered the other day when I’d tried to talk to him after gym. My plan was ruined since as soon as I caught up with him, he yelled after Liam that he loved him. I felt my heart shatter a bit at those words, since it was the first actual proof I’ve seen that they’re together, and I couldn’t exactly ask him out after he just said he loved someone else…
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Louis smacking me upside the head.
“Harry! Did you hear anything I said?” He crossed his arms and glared at me.
“I uh…you said…I don’t know. Sorry, Lou.” I smiled apologetically at him, and he grinned and hugged me.
“It’s ok Curly. You were probably just thinking too many dirty thoughts about Blondie, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I laughed.
“I wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts!” I defended myself, and then I realized that I’d just made it sound like I’d been doing exactly that. Louis just hummed to himself while giving me a cheeky grin. It fell after a moment though and he looked a bit troubled.
“Oh, yeah…I just remembered. Ya know how at lunch you sent me to tell Liam about practice and that?” I nodded. I remembered. I hadn’t wanted to face the both of them together.
“Well,” he glanced at my face worriedly, “I kind of heard them talking before I sat down and uh…” he trailed off, apparently not sure how to continue. I gulped.
“What did you hear?” I choked out slowly.
“Um…well, I heard Niall tell Liam that uh…helethimgettasindbasetmornin,” he rushed out.
“What? English, Lou.” He nodded and looked at my face again before he repeated, “I heard Niall tell Liam that he let him get to second base this morning, so he’s allowed to kiss him.”
“Oh,” I stated. All of the sudden, saying he loved him didn’t seem that bad. I felt like someone had taken my heart, ripped it out of my chest and put it through a paper shredder. I thought back to this morning.
I had gone out to get the newspaper before school, and I had heard a laugh, so naturally, I looked around to see who it was. It was Liam. He was walking with Niall, MY NIALL, and he had his arm around his shoulder, much like yesterday after school.
Yesterday they had stopped to make out right near my house, and apparently this morning was no different. I had been frozen in place as I watched them stop, Niall facing away from me, while Liam proceeded to kiss his neck. Niall moaned so loudly that I could hear it, and I almost died. It was so painful, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes away. I watched in horror as Liam proceeded to kiss Niall, and Niall didn’t pull away, as much as I wanted him to. I felt like I was gonna die when he grabbed Niall’s bum and put his hands up his shirt, and I forced myself to watch, telling myself that I couldn’t have him, that I had to get over him.
