Change of Plans

Chapter 3

sorry its been awhile and the story changes from louis' POV to Harry's to Niall's and then to louis' again. hope its not too confusing

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(Louis' POV)

I watched Harry as he disappeared upstairs.

Then I returned my focus on Niall who was standing in front of me with his arms folded across his chest. He narrowed his eyes at me and gestured towards the couch where we sat down.

"What's wrong Niall?" I asked. I'd never seem him this way before.

"So," he started, never taking his cold eyes off of me, "you and Harry are best mates now, yeah?"

"Um, we're really good friends," I bit my lip, if his intention was to make me feel guilty, he was doing a pretty damn good job. "Niall, if you think Harry and I are best mates now, you're wrong. You will always be my best mate."

Niall looked uncertain. "We barely talk anymore, Lou. You're always with Harry and talking about him. I don't believe for a minute I haven't been replaced," he said this in a stern way, but I could see a solemn look in his eyes. I had really hurt him.

I swallowed thickly. "Niall I'm so so so so so so so sorry you've been feeling left out. How can I make it up to you?" I stared at him awaiting an answer. He just looked down, fiddling his thumbs.

After a while nialls gaze softened. "Yeah, I know you're sorry." He sighed," I didn't mean to be so rude to you, it's just, I thought we'd always be best mates. But if Har- "

"No one will ever replace you. So just shut up!" I cut him off, scooping him up into a hug. I let go and smiled widely.

"Ok, good," Niall smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to eat my toast," he said and got up to go into the kitchen.

I sat on the sofa for a bit longer thinking over our conversation. I did enjoy spending time with Harry, and we have a lot in common, but I had known Niall forever and we had always been inseparable.

I was again awaken from my trance by harry, "Louis! I need to talk to you!"

"Be there in a sec," I called.

I trudged up the steps thinking of what Harry could possibly want. I stood at the top just outside his door, but after about a minute, I still had nothing. He was probably waiting for me.

I slowly opened the door. Harry was sitting on his bed in his boxers.

"Oh! Louis!" he smiled as I walked in. "Did something bad happen with Niall? Your face is all red." Yup, I was blushing.

"Um, no. Everything's great," Harry had obviously become very comfortable in my presence.

"So, I wanted to ask you why Niall was so mad at me. Did I do something wrong?" I took a seat on the end of Harry's bed right by his feet.

"Well uh- you know how, um," I had no idea what to say or how to say it. So I just blurted it out, "Niall and I are best mates. It pissed him off when you said that we were."

Harry looked down. "Oh, I didn't realize..." his voice was considerably quieter and I felt bad, but I didn't say anything. I just sat and stared at him. This time it was Harry who was blushing.

Now I regretted saying what I had. "I'm sorry. Its just, Niall and I have been friends for a really long time, and you and I only started hanging out a few weeks ago."

"But I feel like we have gotten along really well in those few weeks," He said and blushed a deeper shade of red.

I smiled back. "Yeah, we have."