wet dreams ¤ stylan

two :: awkward questions

The silence wasn't awkward – just a bit calming – something that Niall was pleased about. He hadn't been used to the feeling of not having to cringe at the noise from the other side of the room, and he definitely wasn't complaining.

After Liam and Louis left, they had some exchange of words – like their full name, where both of them were from and some things about the course that they were taking. Harry was on his fourth semester in English Literature and Niall was on his third semester of Business Statistics. It was both completely different, but having some similar core courses made Niall smile – maybe he could actually have a study partner this time.

But there was just one particular thing that made Niall...... blush, if you could put it that way. Harry had his way of looking at someone, and somehow it had made Niall feel a bit jittery inside. Yes, he was nervous earlier when he had tripped over his own two feet but now that they were alone – it was just different.

Did he have something on his face that fascinated Harry so much?

Now, after Harry had finished unpacking and Niall had done some of his assessments that the lecturers' had already assigned to them during the first week in – Harry was lying down in his bed, his arms crossed behind his head – his head that was tilted slightly towards Niall's study table – and Niall couldn't help but feel the heat of his stare, and so he swiftly looked, only to be met with those green orbs and a small smirk.

"So," Harry dragged, "Wanna stop studying and talk for a bit?"

Niall nodded – trying hard not to be so nervous – and turned around in his chair after closing his Economics textbook. He couldn't help but feel that Harry's stare was so deep, it felt like he was looking right through him.

Not like he minded, he guessed. He just felt like no one looked at him like that before – and it was a bit flattering.

And so it began. It wasn't like Niall could start a conversation with his nerves building up in him, and so Harry naturally started talking about music – what Niall preferred and what Niall hated, and vice versa. It didn't feel like it was forced, and even though Niall was so nervous, it was a relief to know that Harry was amazing at keeping a conversation – and Niall liked it.

"It was horrible, honestly." Niall groaned, "They wouldn't stop going at it for a whole night, and waking up to such a smell in the air was frustrating. Had to buy fresheners and shit. It wasn't good for me, either, I mean, not having done it made me uh, yeah, anyways."

They were on the topic of Niall's roommates, Harry wanting to know what happened and all – not after assuring Niall that he could be the best roommate ever – and Niall told him about it. Despite having told it various times to different people, he never seemed to grow out of enthusiasm when telling the disgusting story about it.

"You're adorable," Harry cooed, and Niall instantly pressed his lips together, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his grey t-shirt. "Do you know how good you are at telling stories? I could listen to them all day if I wanted too, it's soothing."

Niall gulped, trying hard not to let the blood rise to his cheeks – but he definitely had no choice in that so he tilted his head to an angle where he hoped Harry couldn't see it – and he knew Harry was looking at him with a smirk on his face.

He always had that smirk on his beautiful face.

God damn.

Clearing his mind, he quickly cleared his throat.

"Excuse me," Niall sternly said, but his voice wavered as Harry was looking at him intensely.

"I'm a man, okay. I'm not adorable." His voice wasn't as firm as before, and it slipped his lips in a murmur, quite a hushed tone but once he heard the small chuckle leave Harry's mouth, he pouted slightly.