Black Mail

The Office

                  

                  

The next morning, I woke up to limbs poking me in the back, and a heavy weight over my legs. I tired rolling over to turn off my alarm, but failed. "What the hell..." I grumbled, as hair tickled my chin. Harry was smashed up against me, leg swung over mine, arm digging into my side, and his short hair touching my face ever so gently.

I pinched his arm that was twisted around mine. He lurched blindly, stupidly. "What was that for?" Harry grumbled, his gruff morning voice rumbling deep in his chest.

"Get off mate. I need to get up for work." His only reply was a groan as he rolled over, detaching himself from me.

He must have climbed back in sometime during the night. I didn't know how I felt about that. On one hand I was happy he came crawling back, and was clearly not upset at me.  If he was still upset, he wouldn't have climbed back into my bed in the middle of the night. However, this type of behaviour worried me.  What if Harry and I had no boundaries. Zayn's question bounced around in my head. Harry wasn't using me. And I wasn't going to let Zayn's silly accusations get to my head.

I slid off the bed, and left for the washroom, unaware that Zayn was watching me. When I came back a few minutes later Zayn was lacing up his sneakers, fully dressed. He passed me, mumbling a hello, and retreated into the bathroom. An unexpected sigh slipped out. I didn't know Zayn well, or what his general behaviours were, but I had a sneaking feeling he was upset to see Harry filling out my whole queen sized bed. His arms and legs were really long, and in his starfish position he filled out literally the whole entirety of the bed.

"What's wrong?" Harry moaned loudly. He twitched suddenly, squirming around until he faced me. I stood there in my boxers, staring at him. "Why are you acting so weird, Niall? Wat's wrong? Please? Talk to me."

I was astonished, Harry sounded genuinely concerned.

"Nothing is wrong." I walked over to my closet, pulling clothes. I felt Harry's eyes watching me.

"You've been being weird since you invite him here. Why is he making you so uncomfortable? Do you not want him in your room? He can have mine, and I can sleep in here if that will make you feel better." Harry rambled, trying to keep my attention.

"Harry, its fine. Really. Nothing is wrong. I just didn't expect to find you in my bed this morning."

Harry was silent, and did not reply for quite some time. When he finally did his hurt voice made me feel majorly guilty. "Why did you push me away last night?"

"Fine. I was really uncomfortable with you falling sleeping in my bed while he was 5 feet away okay. Is that so bad. I love you Harry, and do so much for you, and will continue to do so, but while he's here we can't-,"

"Can't what Niall? Say it! Act gay? Well, guess what, you dick, you act gay. Just because he's actually gay doesn't mean you have to pretend to be indifferent to me just because he may get jealous. After everything-,"

I almost pounded my fist into the wall at his words. "Don't do that Harry. That's not what I'm doing, and we don't act gay. Stop it. After everything I've done for you why are you attacking me. And don't call me a dick..."

"Oh I'm attacking you, am I?" Should I call you a little pussy then? Because that's what you're being right now.  You're scared of a little 18-year-old that has the hots for you."

I wiped around, throwing my jeans at him angrily. "Stop it Harry. You're being a real prick right now!"

He caught the jeans lazily, smirking jestingly. "Whatever pussy."