When Fear Takes its Toll (Narry) (Punk!Niall) [DISCONTINUED]

Roof Tiles

 | Niall |

"You know, when someone asks a question the polite gesture is to answer them." I state in a casual voice and smirk at the flustered boy.

"I, eh, 'm Harry." He replies, his face going a light shade of pink and he looks away.

"I'm not that scary, am I?" I ask, raiding an eyebrow, amused at his behavior. I smirk again, rather enjoying tormenting him like this.

"No, no... It's, eh, it's not that..." He mutters and I can see that something's genuinely upsetting him, but I don't dwell on it. None of my business, now is it?

     Instead I reach into my back pocket, pull my iPhone out and ear-buds out. I plug the ear-buds in, and fit them into my ear, unlocking my phone, and going through my six-hundred-sixty-seven songs, and try to make up my mind, but it wasn't working with me. No, no, since when do you listen to calm songs? What the hell?! Why do you have a ballot on your phone? I shake my head, and delete the song and a thought pops into my mind. I have six-hundred-sixty-six songs on my phone now! I shake my head again and finally settle on my 'Heavy Metal' playlist and I rest my head, covering my face with my fore-arm and settle in. Just as the song is about to start, a deep voice interrupts,

"You know, you probably should take y-your shoes off." He stutters and I shrug.

   Instead of taking my shoes off, I sit up and smirk at him. "Happy?" I ask, and he just looks away.

   I eye him for a bit and notice him smiling at his phone and I pull one of my ear-buds out.

"Girlfriend?" I ask, motioning for his phone, and he shakes his head.

"I, eh, no. M-my sisters." He mutters, and rest myself against the head-board.

   The beds were on either side of the room and placed opposing each other, so since he was resting against the headboard of his bed, we were facing each other. Suddenly, I realise something, and I abruptly look up at him. He gives me a look, but I just shake my head,

"You were going to say something else." I state, and he looks at his fingers. 

   Oh, he put away his phone. Well he's polite. No, Niall shush, he's gonna talk, so stop talking to yourself and listen. SHUT UP!

   I shake my head, and look back at him realising he's not about to talk. He has a look on his face and my shoulders slump once I make it out. Shame. He's afraid of judgment.

"You know, I won't judge," I tell him, and he looks up at me, bewildered. "You're avoiding eye-contact. A tell-tale sign that you're worried you might be judged. I should know." I gesture to my current appearance and he chuckles. 

   Oh, he has dimples. That's cute.

"Well, I," He starts but trails off bites his lip, looking back down at his fumbling fingers. 

   I narrow my eyes at him. 

"You.." I urge him to speak, and he visibly gulps. 

"I, eh.. I'm not exactly interested in girls." He scratches the back of his neck and realisation dawns on me.

"HALLELUJAH!" I yell and he bounces a little, probably surprised at my sudden out-burst.

"Are you..?" He starts, but I cut him off.

"Bisexual.. actually, but yes, you get the general idea." I shrug, and I see a little smile on his face. 

   He's adorable. His dimples are a total turn on. Shut up, shut up, shut up! Yeah. If you haven't noticed I tend to speak to myself a lot. It's strange, but I've gotten used to it.. not. I look up at the boy and he parts his lips, but before he speaks, something, or should I say someone intervenes,