Enough

Chapter 25.

Songs:

Say Something | A great big world & Christina Aguilera

To build a home | Cinematic Orchestra

Never say never | The Fray

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After at least a half an hour of disagreement and playful fights with Harry, he finally agreed to showering alone without me. We may have been intimate as far as that topic goes but I'm still not that comfortable with my body to let him stare at me for minutes. Not that I don't do it on him too, he is pure perfection though.

I've been in the same position for a while now, by my old wooden desk on a chair with an empty paper staring at me. I've always been able to express everything into words, I would even write poems if extra time was given to me. But now I can't quite make up with a good french essay since Harry has been taking most of my time, distracting me but I really don't mind. 

I find myself standing up, ignoring this essay for the moment when knocks are heard from Harry's front door. I give the bathroom door one last glance but Harry seems distracted with the showering as he hums to a text which brings a smile to my face, the text belonging to a song I'm quite familiar to. 

But I pace to the front door in a high speed, pass his small living room and kitchen. Swinging the door open, the person standing by the doorway surprises me as he stands there looking freezing with his bare t-shirt and jeans hanging low on his waist. His hair is wet and his eyes narrowed to avoid the water to flow into his blue eyes.

''Niall?'' I pull his bare arms into Harry's apartment to get some kind of heat to embrace his body. ''What are you doing here?''

He shakes his head causing some droplets to come into touch with my arms which makes me shiver slightly, but I ignore it as I feel sorry for the little boy covered in wetness all over his body. 

''The question is,'' he stumbles over his words as he rubs his small biceps to get some warmth into his little body, ''what are you doing here?''

''Oh I don't know,'' I say sarcastically. ''Maybe to hang out with my boyfriend?'' I love the sound of it on my tounge.

''Looks like you did more than hang out,'' he laughs gesturing to my clothes, and a blush creeps into my face as fast as a child to run to a ice cream truck. I try to stretch the basic black t-shirt Harry gave me to wear lower down to shield my body into coming to anymore of view, but not before putting up a fight about me looking better without anything on. It hangs on my upper half quite comfortable and loosely, and with the pleasure to smell Harry's scent all the time is just a bonus. I'll never admit that to Harry though.

''Um,'' I shake my head to clear the redness on my cheeks. ''Harry is showering, you wanna see him?''

''Showering from your earlier actions I suppose,'' he mutters playfully. I swat his arm, but a frown settles on his face mixed with the emotion of sympathy, and I wonder what he is hiding. My curiousness being one of my bad habits.

''I have to talk to him,'' he states.

''Why?''

He sighs, ''I think it's better if you stay unknowing about this.''

''But-''

''Sam,'' Harry's voice startles me, and I turn around to face Harry. A frown set on his face but his beauty remains which makes me sink into a trance for a slight moment, before returning to my previous position and straighten my posture. 

I take a moment to observe his look with wet damp hair messily set on his head with a towel hanging loosely on his lower waist, his V-line making quite a notice. His beauty surpasses me once again.

''Niall, what the fuck are you doing here?'' 

I narrow my eyes at him, confused of his attitude and discourtesy towards his friend. ''Harry, use nice manner, please.''

He gives me a quick glance before gesturing for me to go over to him, but I follow his orders still oblivious to the situation but memories from our earlier actions remind me not to take these kind of talks any further.

''I need to talk to you,'' Niall finally says with a worried frown settled on his face. This situation changed drastically.

''About what?'' Harry snaps.

Niall scratches his neck in a nervous state, ''Um.. Not in front of her.''

Now I'm more curious than ever. I put a mental note to ask Harry about this later, I can not deal with this anymore. Them talking in front of me about something, about me, but this feeling of not getting enlightened makes me feel irrelevant. I'm getting tired of this.

''Get out of here, right now. If you can't keep your damn mouth shut then get the fuck out of here!'' Harry surprises me by yelling, causing me to jump backwards and stumbling slightly, but I gain my posture in seconds. He doesn't even spare me quick glance as Harry is busy chasing Niall out of the door. 

What got him so worked up?

What is he hiding from me?

It's something about you

Harry isn't the one you thought he was

You've given him everything but he doesn't even care to tell you a secret

My mind fumbles with questions, asking them repeatedly in my mind as I try my best to put them in the back of my head and keep them there.

''You okay?'' Harry asks, now standing in front of me.

''If we're going to be together then I want us to share information and not hide anything, and I know you are. Please tell me what's going on. I might be able to help.'' I clear my heart in one quick breath, and he looks slightly startled but I know he was expecting this. He knows how I am.

''Oh believe me, Sam. You can't do shit about this whole fucked up situation.'' He sighs while pacing over to the living room and taking a seat on the white leather couch. How does Harry afford these expensive furniture?

I follow his movements, ''what is this situation about? I know it's something about me.''

''It's.. It's complicated,''

''Complicated, really?'' I palm my forehead which is another bad habit of mine which occures to happen when I'm trying to solve a confusing puzzle or in this situation, a very important confusing topic. 

He looks back and forth between the wall on the right of his plasma tv, and the left like he's deliberating whether to tell me or not.

''You can not tell this to anyone. Ever.'' He says, looking deeply into my eyes with such passion and determination.

I nod, ''I promise.''

''Don't let this change anything between the two of us, okay?''

I nod again, impatient and nervous about what's about to come from Harry's mouth. 

''Alright, just remember that.. I love you.'' His words sound worrying and pleading, his facial expression not being shown as his big hands are hiding it. I know how it looks like anyways, a look of worry probably plastered on his face and his green eyes, crystal. Filled with tears perhaps since his voice is full of sorrow.

I sigh and rub my collarbones, preparing myself of what to come next.

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