Different // Narry

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(A/N) Psst. There's a surprise for you all 😛
Especially for narryistic

NJS

"And then i was like, are you sure slut? Because the last time i check you're not" Harry chuckles as he shake his head looking pretty proud of himself.

Harrys is talking non stop about Isabella and how he really want to kill her just like that. He keep blabbing about the hatred that he kept for Isabella since the last time we fought.

And i do nothing to stop him.

Because, i like to see his lips move non stop. Call me creepy or a stalker but thats the reason that i cant change not even when i want to. It was the only reason i let him blabbers. Because for fuck sake- His lips are so plump and look so soft. I don't know why the hell i am thinking about his lips right now. Thats not what best friend do, do they?

"Ni. I wish i could kill her with a knife right fucking now" he slip his lower lips and whine as he pout. He's so cute goddammit. I stare at him for awhile, admiring everything about him. His eyes. His lips. His nose. His eyebrows. Everything.

"Ni!" He frown his eyebrows looking pissed as hell.

"Yeah?" I raised my eyebrows so i can get a better view of his face.

"You're not listening to me" He cross his arms and he hug it tightly to his chest as he pout.

"I am" I answered,

"No you're not" He roll his eyes looking sassy as hell,

"Babe, i am" As i roll out the 'babe' word, his face look like a tomato and i cant help but to put a little smirk in my face.

Best way to shut him up.

This is why i love to tease harry a lot because he lime to blush. He'll blush if you compliment him, or just simply call him a pet name. To be honest with you, it disturbs me when someone else make him blush. Because of his cute blush, people would often tease him and i hate it, a lot. Call me selfish or arrogant, i would still wont let them tease harry the way i do.

"Hey do you have any juice or water, Harry?" I look towards his refrigerator hoping he would say yes to juice.

Right now, i'm in Harrys house. We've been talking non stop about Isabella. To be honest it bores me to death but hey- who would say stop to Harry when he talks? Plus, my throat hurts like hell because its super dry right now. And i need water to make it wet again ( (A/N) 😌 its just a coincidence)

"Yeah let me go and get it" He stand from the couch an start to make his way towards the kitchen. I watch him- no more like, i watch his ass. For fuck sake- i'm such a pervert guy! He's your best friend, Niall!

I shake my head for a couple of times before turning it towards a huge album that lays in the table in front of me. It has a big font of writing in it, it said 'old but gold' and i cant help to chuckle.

Who wrote those words?

Probably Harry.

I grab the album with both hands- because i ain't strong enough to hold the album with just one arms. For goodness sake, i'm the weakest football player in my team but for some strange reason, they pick me as their captain.

I open the album slowly and the at the first page, i saw my face and Harrys standing close next to each other looking innocent as ever. I think its when i just turn six or something because i look so young in the picture. And Harry, don't ask me for god sake. He looks so beautiful since we're kids. His green eyes looks like a forest and his smile- i cant get 'em out from my mind.