You're different from the others. (Narry)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Talking.

Once I parked Niall's car in the parkway, he practically flew out of the car and into the house. When I had made my way inside, Niall leading the girls out into the back yard. I looked at the guys, to see if they knew why he was doing that.

They just shrugged. I sat down between Zayn and Louis, they turned the tellie off, so it was easier for us to hear them. I heard the rustle of grass, they were sitting on the grass from as far as I could tell.

"So what's up Niall? You practically ran into the house." I heard Danielle ask, concern was very noticeable in her voice.

"Well, after Harry got his tattoos done, he paid for me to get a fake tattoo that matched his." Niall told him, "See."

"It's cute." Eleanor commented. "But that still doesn't tell us why you ran into the house, silly."

"Well, when we got into the car, he was staring at me, so I looked over at him and he said 'I love you, tattoos.' I was getting my hopes up, thinking he was finally going to make a move. Now I don't even know anymore." Niall explained, the guys turned to look at me. They all raised a judgmental eyebrow at me, I just shrunk further into the couch.

"Sweetie, you can't give up. Why don't you make the first move?" Perrie asked.

"Oh, no. I can't do that. Trust me." Niall rushed out.

"Now, why can't you?" Eleanor asked.

"The last time I tried that, I chickened out." He told them.

"Well, how about this, I will make sure he grows a pair of balls and makes a move." I heard Perrie said, I could practically hear the smirk in her voice. I heard them getting up, Nick quickly put the tellie on. Once the girls and Niall were all were back inside, Niall stopped in the family room.

"What would everyone like for supper?" He asked, looking around the room. Everyone was blurting out different kinds for food, Niall was nodding his head. "How do you guys feel about a stew?" He asked, everyone agreed. He smiled and walked into the kitchen. I looked over to see Perrie still standing. Her eyes were locked onto me and her smirk wasn't wavering or even have a trace of it being gone anytime soon.

"Harold, can you please come with me and Zayn into our bedroom, we want to have a little chat?" She asked, her blue eyes still locked onto my emerald one, as if she was challenging me to say no. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and nodded my head.

Zayn and myself got up and followed behind Perrie up to their room. Once we were there, Zayn motioned for me to sit on the bed, I did so. The two stood in front of me, looking straight at me. Perrie had her hands on her hips and Zayn had his hands in his pockets of his black skinny jeans.

"Yes?" I asked, looking between the couple.

"I know that you and the other guys all heard what Niall, Dani, El, and myself were talking about; because we aren't stupid." She stated, I nodded my head. I looked down at my sock covered feet.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I had to know what you guys were talking about." I told her, still looking down at my feet. I wasn't daring the chance to look up at them.

"Harry, it's not polite to not look at the person while talking." Perrie sighed out, I looked up to look at them.

"Sorry." I mumbled, she nodded her head.

"Since you were listening in, I don't have to repeat what Niall said." She started, I shook my head. "So you know that Niall wants you to make the first move."

"I.. I don't want to." I told her. She sighed, she opened her mouth to say some more but Zayn put his hand on her arm. She turned to look at him.

"Pez, we can't force them to be together." He told her, locking eyes with hers. She held the eye contact.