Just Friends | Narry | Discontinued

fourteen

"So what did you and Liam talk about?" I asked Niall, whom was sitting near the edge of the bed with his eyes flicking about the screen of his phone.

"Stuff." He stated simply.

"Stuff like?" I pushed, in turn causing a sigh to escape from him.

"I, of course, apologised for you know— slamming the door in his face, and for possibly leading him on and he said some things about some things about some person but that's unimportant and apologised for Zayn."

"What was the some things he said about some things about that some person?" I asked, remembering the look Liam gave me when he and Niall were talking.

"They were things about things about someone."

"Someone being—"

"No one."

"It's someone clearly."

"No it isn't. Can we just forget about it?"

"No. Cause now that I know things about things were said about someone I can't help but want to know. So tell me. Please. Tell me, your best friend." I whined.

"I've gotta go." Niall huffed and goes to get up from the bed but I stop him and pull him back on the bed. He laughs. "Harry." He warns jokingly. He goes to get up, but I pull him back again, this time throwing a leg over his waist, straddling him, pinning both his hands above his head.

"You can't leave now, so you might as well tell me."

He didn't say anything, but he was looking at me.

"Niall." I mumbled.

But it seemed that he hadn't even heard me. He continued to look at me, his vision path never veering away from me. I seemed to find myself stuck in the same 'mode' that he was in. I studied him, taking in every little detail. From the azure blueness of his eyes, to the little bit of stubble that had begun to grow along his jaw. From the paleness of his skin to the rosy pinkness of his cheeks.

"I've really got to go." He gulps and suddenly I'm thrown off of him. I fall onto the bed and only hear the door close as he leaves. With no new information. "I promised my mom is help her with this— thing."

I sit up briefly, to reach over and grab my phone and fall back down onto the bed when I've achieved my goal. I notice a text from Louis.

'I'm outside.'

And another that read;

'Now I'm inside'

Coincidentally he peeks his head inside my room right after I'd finished reading the last text.

"Hey." He said with a chortle.

(AN: *cringe* I hate the word 'chortle' but it was the best fit.)

"Hi." I replied with a bit of unnoticeably lessened amount of enthusiasm.

"Niall let me in." He stated, pointing a thumb over his shoulder and I only nod. "He seemed a bit— flustered? Is that the word? I'm pretty sure it is. He was rushing, and he was seriously red."

"Yeah— so what did you want?" It sounded a lot more rude coming out of my mouth than it did in my head.

"I wanted to see my boyfriend." He said innocently, taking a seat next to me on my bed. "— and I don't know maybe do something?"

What?

"What?"

He looks at me with confusion clear on his face, and the blushed in realisation.

"No, no— that's not— oh my god— that's not what I meant." He says in refute. "I mean unless you—" he says begins to offer but stops once he sees the look on my face.

"I was only kidding." He states, his tone minuscule.

I don't say anything, I only let the silence settle in. Filling the nooks and crannies left by the absence of conversation. Randomly, Louis bumps my shoulder with his own. When I look at him he only flashes me a childish smile. It was pretty cute, and anyone would say so. But when I tried to smile back it seemed to falter so I looked away instead causing Louis to huff in defeat.

"You wanna go to Tom's? I'm kind of in the mood for some tea."

"I guess." I say without argument, grabbing my jacket off of the back of my desk chair. I step out of the house behind Louis who was clad in a deep-green, slightly oversized hoodie, appearing seemingly cozy. I locked the door and head down the porch steps rejoining Louis. Seeing as he'd walked past my car, I guessed we were walking. Tom's isn't too far, just a little walk once you've left the neighbourhood.

So we got to walking, silence still shrouding us and filling the small space we shared on the pavement. It was lot less awkward now, thankfully.

After a little bit of walking in silence Louis finally spoke up.

"So I uh— I ran into Elle the other day." He says throwing the topic out for discussion.

I wasn't too sure of what to say to that, so I said something. "Yeah- and- how'd that go?"

"She asked me if we— our relationship— was real." He said, motioning a finger between him and I. "Can you believe here?"

"Yeah—" not stringing my words together fast enough, my words were cut off by a bewildered and concerned look that Louis gave me, which disappeared when I finally did finish my sentence. "That's crazy."

That look on his face only brought more of what I had been fighting with for a while now, guilt. That same guilt that's been eating away at me since the very first moment I'd started having doubts, and started second guessing myself.

"That's what I told her."  Louis said, bringing me out of my thoughts and back into reality. "She'd asked me how I could 'all of sudden be gay or whatever I was' and yes those were here exact words."

"And what did you tell her?" I said, engaging myself a little more wholly or at least attempting to, the best that I could when my mind was in a million places.

"I told her that it was something that kind of developed over time I guess?"

"What assured you? Why did you spend so much time trying to tell me— convince me, that I was 'in love' with Niall?" I asked.

He turned to face me, "Well, I guess at first I really did believe that there was something more to you and Niall, and somewhere in between all of that I began to figure that maybe— maybe I was projecting. Projecting my feelings on to you by trying to push you in Niall's direction. Harry— when I grabbed your hand and dragged you into that Elle situation, I could've chosen anyone of the other's and they'd probably would've played along as well but I chose you, I chose you because I actually liked you— like liked liked you." He finished, bumping my shoulder lightly.

My verbal reply or physical reaction never came because we'd made it to Tom's, and Niall was here. Over in a booth far to the left— with Liam?

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AN: You still think Louis' scheming? ;)