See Me Now (Mirry: Harry Styles&Michael Clifford)

Chapter 6

*Michael's POV*

Today is the most frustrating day I can imagine. Day 3 of Niall either ignoring me or in the worst case, not being able to see me. I don't want to believe that at all... He can see me, he is just mad cause I told him not to flood the house... I hope... This is my case for two weeks and I'm already failing...If Niall can't see me for a week I'm off the case. It would be my first failed case, but that's not the worst thing, nope... I wouldn't be able to play with him anymore or get to know him better, I would have to miss him. Then again, I already miss him. 

I've tried everything, putting my hand on his shoulder, hugging him, begging for him to hear me, yelling, screaming even crying... Niall has been the most intriguing little boy and I messed it all up. Why couldn't I just tell him it was okay to flood the room, it would all be fine. I even went against my principles and walked near his uncle, just to see if he noticed me. Obviously he didn't. I want to blame him, so bad... But seeing the constant sadness in his eyes, I just can't. Somehow I know he suffered a lot as a kid and I wish I could take that away from him. What if I show myself to him, what if I befriend him... Then again, if he can't see me now, it means we would never be proper friends, no matter how hard I try... He needs to want it himself.

Somehow, I want him to see me... Can you imagine how much fun the three of us could have? We could watch movies, all cuddled up together. Or we, Ni and I, could be pirates who just captured Harry, or... There are just too many options. That's not the only reason why I want him to see me. His eyes don't only show sadness, they also contain so much more, so much depth. It's like his entire past is in there. Also, I want him to look at me the way he looks at Ni, with adoration and love. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty sure it would be an amazing thing to experience.

 Before I know it though, I see Niall coming from the stairs with his schoolbag. He puts on his coat, his hat and wraps a scarf around his neck. I make it out of the door a second before Harry closes it. That was so close. Otherwise I had to open the door myself and Harry might have noticed. Maybe I should open the door though... No, Mike No, you can't help. Not just yet, maybe later. Yes, later. 

I walk close to Niall and start humming some random song. He turns his head, his eyes connecting with mine, but before I can actually be happy about him noticing me, he turns his head around and walks closer to his uncle. No smile, no recognition in his eyes, nothing... Yet again he didn't see me. Ugh, why is this even happening... Thankfully I can't think about it too long, cause they way Harry moves is captivating my entire being. Nobody ever walks as graceful as him and I have seen loads of people.

Seriously, why am I thinking all these things... Drop Harry, focus on Niall... It's not that hard... Although Simon told me to pay attention to Harry... This is such a bad idea.

When all of us arrive at Harry's job, we walk in the building and go straight to his office. He sends Niall of to this old room and I'm right behind him. Before Niall closes the door I take a last quick look at Harry and wonder why I'm drawn to him like this, why this hasn't happened before. This is all so foreign... Maybe it's because I also want to help him and I don't know where to start.

Hours pass slowly and the frustration I felt before is getting heavier... I never had that feeling of failure before, but now I feel like giving up. Maybe this was too hard for me, maybe Niall really is becoming mature, then there is nothing for me to do, no way to help him.

I give it one last shot though, I have never been a quitter, so who knows, maybe this chance is the right one. Let's hope so. What can I do... Maybe try to tickle him, or ... God, this room just leaves me so uninspired...

"Seriously, how can I think in a place like this Ni, this is so... Nope this is not working for me, obviously it isn't for you either, since you can't still see me. I don't even see the use of four white walls, a smallish window, a desk and a chair... How boring can a place be... Djeez! Are they trying to kill me with awfulness, cause it's working. True, my ranting is not going to help me get you back, or to not be bored, but come on. Also I feel like I'm talking to a wall, this is incredibly annoying... If I'm louder, would you see me?"