Only to Dance (n.s.) [ON HOLD]

IX

Harry's POV

I watched in horror as Liam proceeded to come towards Niall and I. I stored further away from the angelic boy in hopes that I would possibly be able to escape this encounter.

"Niall, who is this?" Liam asked, obvious confusion in his voice as he stopped in front of him.

"U-um, that's... that's, umm..." Niall looked down at the ground.

"You don't know?" he asked in surprise, his face shocked as he turned to me.

"Why were you dancing, and kissing him?" I watched as Liam clenched his fists, not looking away from me.

"Well, b-because..." Niall stuttered shyly.

Liam cut him off. "How long have you two been meeting up?" He questioned, towards me.

I didn't reply. If there was a time to keep my identity hidden, it was now. I wasn't particularly fond of getting my butt pounded to the ground from buff Liam. I had muscles, and went to the gym regularly, but let's face it, Liam had better chances of winning a fight.

I could tell he was getting mad now. He stowed closer to me. "Who are you? Huh?" he gripped the collar of my shirt.

"How long have you been watching Niall?"

I shook my head and tried to step back, but his grip got tighter.

"Liam, st-stop." Niall said from behind.

Liam kept looking at me. "He doesn't want you.  He's innocent, he doesn't know who you are, and he's confused. He. Doesn't. Want. You." He gritted.

"Liam, stop! Please!" Niall said, putting his hand on his shoulder.

Liam let go of me and pushed me away.

"Stay away from him." He growled, turning away from me and to Niall.

He wrapped his arm around Niall's waist and starting pulling him away, gently at least. I felt jealously surge through me, but decided it wouldn't be smart to start a fight with him.

Niall looked behind at me sympathetically, giving me a small smile before he followed Liam to his bag and out of the theater.

I stood there for a few moments later, processing everything that had just happened.

I saw Niall again, and he kissed me.

It was more Han I could have wished for-passionate, fireworks bursting.

I held him, his hips in my hands, and I could tell he wanted to kiss me back.

But Liam said he didn't want me, and maybe that was true. Was it possible that I was forcing him? Or scaring him? I hope not.

And I could tell, throughout that whole encounter with Liam, that he was jealous.

Liam was jealous of Niall being with me, and I had no idea how to feel about that

Short chapter! I decided to update twice today to make up for my absence, hope you enjoy!

Lots of love
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