The Boy Who Gave Me Blank Stares » Narry

- fifteen -

First off, before you read the chapter, don't think that I'm back fully. I'm still working on the chapters and everything, but i got wifi yesterday and I got to save this chapter and the next and half of the third. 

But I wanted to update cause it feels weird not updating. so I hope you guys enjoy it!! 

Everything seemed to be going bad for me. I hated how my feelings for Harry were affecting me. I knew I still liked him very much, but I kept trying to deny them.

And I knew that I shouldn't have. Or else, I never would've been in this position. Curled up on my bed with tear stained cheeks. Out of everything, I hate crying over Harry. But I liked him that much, that he was emotionally draining me.

I blinked as my gaze was still fixated on the wall across from where my bed was. I ignored every text and call from Keenan and the two boys. I didn't want to talk to either of them.

I knew Ben and Jason didn't say anything, but they saw everything. And I really wouldn't like to be reminded. All the notifications had died down after a few minutes.

That was until right now that I heard my phone go off. I picked it up from my beside table and saw that it was Harry calling.

I sat up as I answered him. "Hello?" I said. There was a few seconds before I heard his voice.

"Hey, are you home?" He said. I started getting nervous.

"Yeah, why?" I asked. It was weird of him to be calling me.

"I was wondering if I could come over." He said in a soft low voice. Something told me that there was something off about him.

"Um, yeah. My mom's not home and I don't think she'll mind." I whispered. I heard him hum.

"Okay, I'll be over in a few. Bye." He said before hanging up. I sighed and placed my phone back where it was and walked down stairs. I knew it would take a while so I walked towards the kitchen.

I grabbed a bag of chips and went back to the living room. I was simply eating and staring blankly at the tv. I don't know how much time went by when I heard a knock.

I went to the door and once opening it, I realized that it was raining. And right in front of me, was a wet Harry. "Come in." I said and opened the door furthermore for him.

"Did you walk here?" I asked. I knew he had, but I guess I just wanted to make sure. He simply nodded. His shirt seemed to be the only thing that was wet so I quickly showed him upstairs to my room.

I looked through my clothes and found my biggest shirt and handed it to him. "Here, you can use my bathroom." I handed him a towel and the shirt.

He walked in my bathroom and I laid down on my bed. I was laying like a starfish and was staring at the ceiling. I let out a breath and closed my eyes.

I guess I had fallen asleep for a bit because I then felt my bed dip a bit. I opened my eyes and besides me, was Harry.

I sighed and sat up. I crawled upwards the bed and leaned against the headboard. He simply followed me with his gaze and I motioned him to sit next to me.

Once he was next to me, he did something that I never thought he'd do. He leaned against me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. My breath hitched at his closeness.

I'd be lying if I wasn't freaking out. "So, Harry, what made you want to come to my house?" And right as I asked, the sky roared. I felt him flinch and tighten his grip.

"Don't tell anyone, but I hate storms. I would usually be at my house with my sister and she would help me out, but she's not there anymore." He said and buried his face in my neck.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around him. I didn't know how or when, but I was now laying on my back and he was cuddle against me. "I like holding you, Niall." He whispered.

I sighed and looked down at him. He had his head on my chest and I felt like this was all a dream. Everything seemed so unreal.

One of my hand moved to his hair where it tangled up with his curls. His hair was just as soft as I imagined it to be. "I like your hair. It's so soft." I said and ran my hair through it. I heard him chuckle.

"Thanks. I actually take care of it." He said and sat up to face me. I giggled. And as I stared at him, the more beautiful he seemed to be to me.

We had stayed quiet for a few moments before he spoke up. "You have really beautiful eyes." He whispered and leaned towards me.

He was now hovering me and I couldn't help the blush was that starting to appear on my cheeks. "Cute." He muttered. We held our gazes together and before I knew it, he was leaving a feathery kiss on my lips. A small gasp had left my lips.

The simple touches from him always seemed to leave me breathless. The previous action kept repeating and kept pressing light kisses to my lips. "I don't know what it is about you, Niall, that intrigues me so much." He whispered against my lips before pulling back.

"I don't know if it's your piercing blue eyes, or your milky skin, or your smile, or just simply you. I don't know for sure, but I think it's all of them." He whispered.

A deep shade of pink came across my cheeks. "So pretty." He breathed out. His hand caressed my cheek and I leaned into his touch.

And right then, I honestly couldn't feel happier. I knew he'd been a douche in the past, and he might be again in the future, but none of that matter. The only thing that matter, was how he is now, in the present.