Just Friends | Narry | Discontinued

twenty-four

My knuckles rapped on the door, and I stood back waiting. Waiting as the anxiousness burned brazenly along my skin, a feeling that was quite familiar, but this moment seemed to weigh on me a lot more than my recent experience. Despite the fact that it was actually cold there was a bead of sweat threatening to drip down my forehead. It was a long minute before anything happened. I heard the click of the unlocking door and I fixed my posture. Tufts of tussled dirty blonde hair made their appearance in the door way. He looked fatigued as if he'd been awaken in the midst of a nap- which was probably the case. His wounds were healing it'd been two days since we fought, two days since we kissed and two days since we've last spoken.

"Whad'ya want now Harry?" He asked after giving me once over and rubbing at his eyes.

"I need to talk to you about some things and tell you something actually."

"If it's what I'm thinking it is Harry, don't. I've already told you- I don't think being frie—"

"Niall that's your problem, you jump to conclusions, you never let me speak, you have a habit of running away before conversation can ever occur and I know that with all that's all that happened I don't really deserve to speak- but for once, let me talk and you listen, and after you've heard what I said you can decide if you really want to talk or not."

Niall opens the door further so that he can lean against the doorframe. He crosses his arms and feet.

"Go on Harry but note this is the last chance I'm giving you cause honestly this is growing tiresome." Niall explains so nonchalantly that it stings.

"Okay.."

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My knuckles rapped on the door, and I stepped back. I wasn't ready for immediate eye contact so I looked down as my feet as they fiddled. I heard the door open but I still didn't bring my eyes up- it was hard. But I did and it was a bit wrenching to meet Louis' gaze. He was clad in a tee shirt, gym shorts and as per usual his feet were bare.

He didn't seem angry.

He didn't seem happy.

He didn't seem sad.

He face didn't reveal any emotion.

Is it weird for me to want him to yell at me, slam a door, kick me- something.

But he just looked at me, holding my eye contact. He tilted his head coyly and blinked slowly, it was almost as if he was expecting this to be intimidating, and-considering the circumstances- it was. He did this for good minute until I was no longer able to stand it.

"Louis look, I can't even begin to explain how I sorry I am. I don't even know what to say."

"Why'd you agree t date me in the first place?"

"When you told me how you felt and asked me out, I- I was caught off guard, cause one second you were pushing me in Niall's direction and then you were confessing your feelings for me." I swallowed, I didn't want to see his reaction to what i said next, "But being with you caused everything between Niall and I to change and that- that made me realise what I really felt for him."

I watch as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You could've just said no, y'know? Instead of leading me on and then doing what you did, leaving me here- dumbfounded."

"Because I thought maybe we'd have something good. Our first date went pretty well didn't it?"

"You cancelled it halfway through to go save Niall."

"I told you I would."

"You didn't even try to negotiate or offer him another solution or– I don't know. Something. You moved all of your focus to him and stuck me with Liam."

"And I'm sorry for that."

"It's not just that. Harry, you said you thought that we 'could've had something good' but the whole time together you distanced yourself. You don't think I didn't notice how you rarely kissed back? Or how you barely talked to me when we were out other times? There were times where you tried to be in it but it still felt like you were forcing yourself to be with me."

Louis finally moved from his spot in the doorframe, pulling door closed behind him as his bare feet touched the porch. He moved over to the railing, leaning against it, returning his attention to me.

"Louis,"  I said correcting my posture, stepping a few steps closer to him "I am so sorry- it was very stupid thing to do, I really didn't mean for it turn out like that I- I really wanted to feel something for you."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why?"

"Why did I want to feel something?"

"Yeah, Harry, why?"

"Cause I-"

"Cause you-"

"Cause I-"

"You can say it, I'll be alright." He said, with a tight lipped smile.

—

"What was it that you said?"

It was a minute before I said anything. For the longest time we just looked at each other. He looked like there was something he wanted to say, but he was keeping himself from doing so. I just wished that he'd go on and say it- say whatever was on his mind, say something so maybe we could finally clear the air between.

I continued watching him with raised brows. When I didn't say anything for a while, he pushed away from his spot in the doorframe and began to move closer to me, I fixed my posture. A million and one different possibilities of what he was about to do ran through my mind; they ranged from me getting hurt physically, to me hearing what I wanted to hear from him.

He took hold of my hand- just one of them, holding it between two of his, his right hand gliding over the topside back and forth softly.

He looked me in the eye.

"You don't need to say anything else, I know what you were gonna say."

"You do?" I smiled.

He nodded.

"You wanna know what I have to say in return?" He asked, he chuckles.

I nodded.

"You wanna know what I have to say?" He asks again.

I nod furiously.

He lets go of my hand.

Places a hand on my chest, slowly applying pressure, pushing me backwards.

"I have a boyfriend. Sorry."

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AN: Chasing Zayn update Saturday or Sunday.