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

Chapter 13

*Harry's POV*

I couldn't get over the fact that Michael yet again disappeared. Why does it keep happening? What did I do wrong... I don't get it. Seeing everyone having fun, makes me even more lonely. I don't belong here, at all.

"Uncle Hazza?"

"Oh, hey Ni, didn't see you coming. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am, but are you?", he put his hand on my cheek and nuzzles his nose against mine. This boy is too precious.

"I'm okay little one. Don't worry about me, go have fun."

"I will always worry about you uncle Hazza, cause I love you.", he hugs me as hard as he can, lets go and looks me into my eyes, "Come play with me, come on! Let's do twister."

"Ni, I haven't played that game in a long time."

"It's not about winning uncle Haz, it's about having fun. Come on! Us two against Liam and Louis. They are horrid at it! PLEASE?!"

Who can refuse him when he pulls a puppy face like that. There is nothing left for me to do, but to follow him and enter the game.

"Harry! Come on! Join us mate! You know Twister?"

"Yes Louis, I know twister. I'm not stupid!"

"Okay, only now we play per team. So the last one down wins a point for their team. The teams tonight will be Harry and Niall, Li and I, Matt and Ashtyn, Blake and Zayn, oh and Mike and Ash. You know if you guys want to participate.", Louis says to an empty couch.

It's still surreal knowing there are two people sitting there and only two people can see them. Well, two and a half, since I can see them once in a while.

"Okay, Liam! Let's win this thing!", It's adorable how certain Louis looks of his case, the only thing no one knows is how I always won this game when I played it as a young boy. I am undefeatable. The only thing that can actually turn against me are my trousers... Let's hope these skinny jeans don't cost me my victory...

"Guys, who is going to spin the arrow?"

"I'll do it!", Ashtyn says excitedly, "Get to your places. Okay guys, left foot yellow."

All of do as he says right away, determination filling our faces.

"Right hand, blue. Now Left hand on red. Your left foot red as well. And your right hand on green."

It takes about 7 minutes before Niall can't hold it anymore. His little legs and arms have issues with the current stance.

"Sorry uncle Haz for disappointing you.", he looks sad, tears already filling his eyes.

"Hey, don't say that mate, you did so well. I am really proud of you and I wouldn't want anyone else in my team.", I huff, trying to focus on Niall, while not falling down.  

The game continues and before we know it Louis is out. We are all surprised at how well he is handling his loss, then again, he is shouting Liam's name so loud, he is giving us all a headache.

"You are going down Harry!"

"Don't think so Liam."

"I'm seriously wondering right now, how you can even play this game with those trousers."

"It's not about the trousers mate. I'm just a winner and I'll keep on going until you loose."

"As if, your trousers are going to rip, therefore you will give up."

"Nope, I won't, I'll continue with ripped trousers, I don't care. It's not like you will be seeing much, besides my boxers."

"I don't need to see your boxers."