One Direction Imagines Book Three

Harry - Misunderstood Complaints

Summary: Harry complains about the lack of shared intimacy to Niall and you overhear 🙈

Enjoy <3

>>>>

You get home from studying all day, completely exhausted. It wasn't often you had much time nowadays and it was beginning to become a strain.

"Niall? You still there?" Harry speaks, and you furrow your eyebrows, confused.

"You're so daft, how did you manage to walk into your fridge?" He laughs, and you realise he's on the phone.

You walk closer, ready to enter the bedroom before you stop upon hearing Harry talk again.

"Anyway, listen, I need to talk to you about Y/N." He says, and you freeze, almost automatically.

"The thing is - it's not really a big issue, but it kind of is at the same time." He continues, before waiting for Niall to reply.

An issue? What kind of not-big-but-kind-of-big issue? - and why wasn't he talking to you about it?

"Well basically, this might sound gross to you, but you know like couples have sex?" Harry asks him.

Your eyes widen in surprise. Was he really discussing your sex life to Niall?

"Okay, that's nice, didn't need to know that." Harry says and you can almost imagine him scrunching up his nose.

A nose you may want to punch right now.

"Well, basically... With Y/N, I see it as making love, you know? It's real and it's emotional. But, recently, she hasn't been... You know..." He trails off, his tone awkward and unsure.

He pauses before sighing loudly.

"I mean she hasn't been touching me Niall." He blurts, directly.

"She doesn't even want to pleasure me," He continues.

"Niall can you just take this seriously for one minute," He adds, and at this point you walk into the room.

Harry immediately looks up at you, a shocked expression etching onto his face as he almost drops his phone.

"Uh-uh, Niall I have to go." Harry stammers, pressing the end call button multiple times even though the phone call had already ended.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, slowly.

"Y-yes, fine. Uh- why?"

"Well, you said you wanted Niall to take something seriously." You reply, suspiciously.

"Oh, it was nothing, just about work." He laughs, nervously.

"Why are you lying?" You accuse, rightly.

"I-I'm not." He stutters.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" You scoff, raising an eyebrow and he sighs, shaking his head.

"Of course not... - How much did you hear?" He questions, dragging out the question, almost in fear of what you would say.

"All of it."

"I didn't mean it as you think," He tells you, quickly.

"Is that all that you're concerned about? The fact that we haven't had sex?" You say.

"Made love," He corrects, clearing his throat.

"Harry." You warn.

He knows better than to correct you when you're mad.

"Are you not interested in anything else?" You ask.

"Like what? Y/N, it's been two weeks." He scoffs.