Can You Feel My Heart?

3: Oh. Hey.

It was four in the afternoon when Harry finally decided to call it a day and let Niall go home. He ended up picking up a few knit jumpers, like Niall, and some jeans. Some black skinny jeans, to be precise. When he got home, not only did Louis badger him about what he bought, but he also wanted Harry to try on everything and model them for him.

Harry said yes after much begging, showing off his jeans and jumpers and new shoes, well, new boots. Harry didn't mind the overall pick he grabbed, he actually felt pretty proud of himself. He had managed to go out and buy clothes, other than some stupid work suits. It was great. 

"Oh Harry. You look normal again." Louis said to his friend, not even caring about calling him Harry.

"I know, Lou. I look like how I used to when I was with mum..." Harry said softly, smiling down at this clothes and then smiling at Louis. 

"Those jeans though... they're very tight." Louis said, pulling a face afterwards. 

"I know, but Niall said I looked amazing in them, so... I maybe brought them because of that reason?" Harry said, blushing a little at how ridiculous he must have sounded. 

"Really. Really Harry? You must really like this guy to buy jeans that make your legs look like that." Louis said to Harry, his eyes raking up and down his long, lean, skinny legs. 

Harry just blushed and didn't say anything more, his eyes trained to the ground. He really didn't want to answer Louis, but he knew that he was right. It was stupid, it was silly, but he couldn't care less. Niall said he looked good in them, and that he should buy them. So he did. He did just that. 

Niall was unloading his things from the car, grabbing the groceries first, and then the clothes. He put all the clothes on his bed and the set about to unloading the groceries from their respective bags, and then into their respective shelves or cupboards or the pantry. Then Niall set about to unpacking his clothes, either folding or hanging up. 

He doesn't really follow the rules of what the clothes say. He doesn't wash them before wear. Is that bad? Perhaps. But he doesn't mind. Clothes are clothes, and he has to walk to his Laundromat to wash them anyways. Niall got bored easy, and grabbed his phone, jumping on his bed and scrolling through his Twitter, getting bored of that, and scrolling through his Facebook, getting bored also. So he turned to his Tumblr account. Yes, he has a tumblr. He is mostly on that for the pictures of guitars or of music symbols and such. And he loves the nature pictures too. And the occasional hot boy. Okay, maybe he is on Tumblr more than he would like to admit. 

It wasn't until Niall scrolled past a picture of him and Harry in Forest Hill that he got worried. Who took that? It wasn't him, he knows that much. Niall couldn't help but wonder if Harry knew that there was a picture of them on the internet. 

Niall's curiosity got the better of him and he looked to his Twitter, searching up Harry Styles and realising with much embarrassment that he is indeed following the tall, curly haired lad. Shaking that off, Niall scrolled through his page, wondering if anyone had tweeted him the picture. And sure enough, there was the picture that someone had tweeted him, asking who the 'blonde haired slut' was. The words hurt, yeah, but the words that Harry said to the girl, made him feel better. Knowing that Harry was standing up for him instead of pretending like he didn't know Niall, made him feel much better. 

Harry had actually noticed that message this morning, and smiled at how much of a couple the two looked like. Niall was pointing to a store, and Harry himself was holding bags, looking exasperated at the smaller boy as he looked down at him. It was rather cute, Harry thought. But when he noticed what the girl had said in the link off, it made him angry. No one had the right to call Niall that.