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"Ah, coffee date got rescheduled yet again?" Roman asks, taking note of how this is probably the two hundredth time Niall tried having an alright conversation with the quiet brunette next door. Niall doesn't even try to defend himself this time, since it's incredibly accurate. There's always a reason for Niall to ask Roman to come over, usually those reasons consist of the neighbour, or Calvin, or the one who always wears black skinny jeans. "It's not surprising, is it now?" Niall asks, only slightly disappointed that Calvin completely ignored him and shut the door.

"You should just chill out, don't bother him as much."

"So now you want to be the supportive best friend?"

"There you go with the whole best friend thing again, makes me emotional, you know."

"I didn't know you had emotions," Niall says, followed by a smirk. Roman scoffs, and sits down on Niall's couch. He grabs the remote, turning on Netflix and putting on The Walking Dead. "Of course I have emotions. They're just very hidden."

Niall doesn't believe that, but goes along with it anyway. He makes his way over to Roman, sitting on one side of the couch and wrapping the blanket around him that he keeps folded there most of the time. "If your house wasn't so cold I'd make fun of you for that," Roman says, referring to the blanket Niall now had wrapped around his body.

After a few minutes of silence between both boys, only the sound of the televison filling Niall's small house, he decides to speak up. "I just worry about him. He could be some depressed guy who wants to kill himself and we'd never know that."

"You worry about a guy who doesn't give a shit about you at all? How insane."

"He never leaves the house. Aren't you at least the littlest bit concerned about him? I mean, you know that I am, of course. Just, someone who never leaves the house can't be okay, right?"

Roman stares at the televison, trying not to pay much attention to Niall's ongoing rambling. "I suppose. He may just be very antisocial."

"He argued with you about fucking Nutella!" Niall exclaims, sitting up. "That's not being antisocial!"

If someone started an argument with someone else over the pronunciation of a brand name, it would usually mean that they aren't someone who shys away from the public. If the neighbour really was strictly terrified of speaking to other people, he wouldn't fucking argue with a random guy in the store. Especially if that person happened to be Roman. "I guess it's not. My point still stands."

"It really doesn't."

Roman shrugs and crosses his arms. He takes the blanket from Niall, putting it around himself leaving the blond to pout slightly. They continue watching the show, after Niall got another blanket from his room. "Do you want anything to eat? I think I can make something."

"Niall, the only thing you can make is burnt pancakes. But if you're actually giving me the option on dinner I want those french fries from the weird barbecue place. With the sauce that looks like orange blood."

"You're disgusting. But alright. I'll be right back," Niall says and gets up. He pauses the show, only to have Roman grab the remote again and continue playing it. Niall sighs, taking out a few dollars from his wallet that sat on the counter beside his phone. He stuffs the crinkled bills into his pocket and takes his phone. "Don't stop by at the neighbor's place while you're out," is the last thing Roman says before he leaves.

Niall almost does the opposite of that. He almost goes up to Calvin's door and knock. He almost does just that.

Instead, he walks the opposite way down the pavement with his phone in hand. He makes his way pass the cars that had stopped for him, and then pass the line of boats waiting to go back and forth across the water to pick up families.