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

Chapter 9

*Mike's POV*

I have been pondering the entire evening about what has happened before. Both Niall and I are lost for words. Only he is ecstatic about it, I'm afraid. For some weird reason I like that Harry saw me, even though it was only for a short while. I just don't understand why. Lately I have been having more thoughts about what it would be, to be visible to Harry... I just... The thoughts make me happy... But no, I can't...

At the moment I'm in the seat that is right next to the sofa Harry's on. Niall is already in bed and I didn't feel like sitting against the wall, so I just came downstairs. Harry is watching the news, it's pretty boring... Politics, people being hurt, bla bla bla. This couch is way too comfortable. What if I just try to lie down more, with my feet on the coffee table and just try to fall asleep... Harry can't see me now, so he can't complain about my feet on the table... tempting, very tempting. It's either this or observing Harry. Looking at him, I see his chest go up and down slowly, his eyes fluttering lightly, looking straight at me... WAIT!? Looking straight at me?! WHAT!?

"Euhm, Hi?", I say quietly, waving shyly at him.

"Michael?", he replies, his green eyes intently focused on my face.

"Yeah... Hi."

"Uhm, well, euhm... I'm Harry."

"I know... Oh god that might sound creepy, sorry about that... Didn't mean to, it's just that Ni, well Niall, told me about living with you and I kind off have been living here as well. I mean, you couldn't see me before...So, yeah, I should leave...", I ramble...

"No no, stay, please... You seem quite important in Niall's life... And for some reason I can see you now...So..."

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind me spending time with Niall?"

"No... Not really. You seem to really understand Niall and what he goes through... While I... I just... I ruin him."

"Harry, no, you don't. You were just raised in a different way. Your background was different. All you want is the  best for Niall, only... It might not be the right thing for him...", my eyes grow big, realizing I may just have insulted his parenting skills. 

"SorryIDidn'tMeanToSayThatYouAreBeingAGoodParentSeriouslyIDon'tknowWhatI'mSayingISuckBigTime", I mumble quickly, while face palming myself.

"I don't blame you. I'm just not fit to be a dad or an uncle or whatever..."

"You are, you just need to try and understand Niall. That's all. You did a pretty good job over the past few days. Giving him treats, letting him stay up late, go the theatre, trying to accept me."

"Yeah, euhm, what are you? I don't mean to offend you but- "

Why isn't he talking anymore? What's going on? His eyes look so frantic... I don't get it...

"Michael? Really!? Now you go disappearing on me?"

Oh, no... Not now! We were getting to know each other and things went all fine... His stupid mind! He was probably thinking old thoughts again. I see this notepad on the table and grab it. The pen next to it makes this situation, thankfully, less stressful. If I had to go looking for a pen I would have screamed.

Well, here goes nothing... Let's hope Harry doesn't freak out about a moving ghost pen.

Please call me Mike, I dislike Michael...

Also think young thoughts.

Harry chuckles, "Shouldn't it be: 'Think Happy Thoughts'?"

I roll my eyes. Is This boy for real?