Can You Feel My Heart?

9: What Do You Mean, No, Niall?

So, I changed the cover. What do you think?

oh, and I need you to answer this question:

If and when these two have sex, do you guys want me to imply it or write it?

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Liam knew that something was up with Niall. He could tell when Niall cancelled on him for lunch the 11th time. Yes, Liam was counting, but who cared. When it came to Niall and he's secrets, it didn't matter. 

Liam was currently sitting with Danielle in her apartment’s living room, her roommate at her boyfriend’s house. Eleanor, or something. And Liam was trying to have a nice time with his new girlfriend, but he hasn't even been able to tell his best friend, due to all the cancelations and all of the skipped days. Liam's even tried so far as to contact Niall at his workplace, but the bastard has been skipping work also. 

What's gotten into Niall? Liam doesn't know. Maybe he'll see him tomorrow at school. He can ask him then. 

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"....Dad?" 

"Harold." Mr. Styles nodded, walking in through the open door, not bothering to wait for invitation. 

Louis scuttered behind Mr. Styles, taking his coat and placing on the holder by the door, accompanying Niall's beanie and coat he wore when he came over. 

"Who is this?" Mr. Styles questioned, raising his eyebrow. 

Niall took in Harry's fathers figure, noticing every detail. He had straight, cropped darker hair, and a taller looming figure. He was scarier than when Niall first met Harry. 

"I-i'm N-niall, s-sir." Niall nervously stuttered, only to have Mr. Styles ignore him anyway and make his way to the kitchen, to the fridge to grab a drink. 

"Harold, you aren't showing up for work, something needs to be done about your distraction." He addressed his son, watching as Harry looked between the blonde boy and to his Dad. 

"Niall is not a distraction." Harry argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Then why haven't you come to work?" Mr. Styles' voice boomed, making Harry and Niall cower. 

"Because I've been sick." Harry responded, hoping that that was enough to make his Dad understand. 

But truth be told, Harry just did not want to come to work anymore. He wanted to be with Niall. He didn't want to run the business when his Dad died or retired. He wanted to be with Niall. 

"Bullshit Harold." Mr. Styles scolded, turning around and making his way back to the front door. "I don't pay you to sleep around with sluts and random men that mean nothing to you." 

"I mean nothing to you?" Niall asked in a small voice, looking to Harry who looked just as torn. 

"Be at work tomorrow, Harold, or the money will stop." Was the last thing Harry's Dad said before walking out the door. 

Louis could see the tension between the two from Harry not sticking up for Niall when his Dad called him nothing. So, making a quick decision, Louis walked briskly out of the room and away from the pair.