Code Black (N.S)

22.

Harry's POV

I couldn't take my eyes off of Niall as soon as I had come to that realisation. I was just now beginning to appreciate just how beautiful he was. Maybe I had known the entire time but right then was the first time that I let myself admit it. 

I turned my attention back to the TV and began to watch it, trying to forget about the blond next to me. I had no idea what show was on right now but all I knew was that the two main characters were now heavily making out. 

Images flashed into my brain and I felt myself become incredibly confused. It wasn't unusual for me, considering I used to make out with many different girls all of the time. Though the weird thing was that I was picturing Niall, rather than some girl that I barely knew.

The images made me uncomfortable, though not in the way I expected. No, I enjoyed the images of me and Niall so much so that it resulted in me growing rather stiff. This would have been the first time I had gotten hard over nothing more than a simple make out session. 

Not to mention, it was caused because of a boy. 

I didn't want to make Niall uncomfortable, so I quickly stood up from my seat, trying to not make my crotch any more noticeable. My sudden movement made Niall look at me in confusion.

"My mum wants me home now," I quickly said, trying not to stumble on my words and make it obvious to him what was happening.

"O-oh. Uh, okay," he murmured, as a sudden thought came to me. 

"Hey, give me your phone," I spoke up. Niall looked confused but unlocked his phone and handed it to me, watching as I typed my number in and texted myself. 

"Call me if you need anything," I told him, passing his phone back.  

He nodded slightly, still seeming confused but said nothing as I walked to the door. I shut the door behind me, letting out a small groan of annoyance. What was happening to me?

I knew that Niall was cute and everything but still. I wasn't gay. Though I guess it was possible to like a boy while not being completely gay. No, I needed to stop with those thoughts. I didn't like boys. I was straight and nothing could change that. This little crush on Niall was just that; a crush. And I was confident that it would go away soon enough. 

Niall's POV

After Harry's abrupt exit, I was still sat on the couch. I was really confused at his random change of behaviour. Was it something I had done? I didn't think I had said or done anything in order to make him uncomfortable.

I was concerned. Maybe he had gotten sick of being around me and wanted to leave, just waiting for a good time to escape. I hoped not. If he was uncomfortable in my presence, then why had he been here for so long?

As difficult as it may be to spend time with me, I assumed that Harry would have left a lot sooner if he really was sick of my company. Not to mention, the abruptness of his departure was rather strange. And why would he have given me his number if he wanted to stay away from me? 

Pushing all thoughts of Harry's strange behaviour aside. I got up and walked into my room. Many strange thoughts were buzzing through my head at a fast pace, making me want to sleep for a little while longer.

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The hours that followed were almost painfully dull. There was basically nothing for me to do by myself. I obviously hadn't heard from Harry since he had left. His phone number that was now saved in my phone tempted me, as I kind of really wanted to text him. However, I had seen him a few hours ago and didn't want to seem too clingy.