Different // Narry

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This chapter dedicates to you babe xx mark-son-mynarry

(Important news at the end)

NJS

I turn my head from right to left as I sequel. It seems like my brain can't shut up and keep jabbering about how he wants to go with Harry right now, like- right completely now.

"Fuck" I stare the ceiling as my face heated up. I still cant believe he ask me on a date. Well- not a date actually. Its just- he want us to go somewhere together. Its kind of strange that Harry suddenly want us to go somewhere together. Its been months since we did something like that.

I occasionally glimpse towards my pictures with harry that stand on my desk just like a decoration. The picture shows how happy i am when i am with Harry. The freckles when i smile shows everything, to be honest. The way that i hug him somehow shows how much i never want to let him go.

I sigh as i close my eyes rapidly. Its been awhile since i've been this happy. Wait- not, Happy. Euphoric, seems right. I almost forgot how it feels to have so many butterfly flying around my stomach just like that.

I glimpse towards my clock that hangs in the wall. After a couple of seconds realizing its almost 6:00 PM, I stretch both of my arms and sit straight as i breath out all my anxiety that keeps holding me up since i read Harrys letter.

I jump out from my blue bed and stand straight as i put my hand at rest on my waist. As quick as the wind, i open the closet and find a good outfits for my 'so called date' with Harry.

Call me a teenage girl as much as you want but i actually just piled up all my clothes in my bed as i try to find the right one. It looks extremely messy but who cares right? I mean- i only live with Harry not my mom.

Finally after i think a hundred years later, i finally found the right outfits. Since its quiet cold outside, i use my pink sweater and my black skinny jeans that wrapped around my thighs just like a burrito. I took my black vans and put it on while i hum 'how to love' a song from cash cash repeatedly.

I stand as i finish tying my shoes. I took a deep breath before putting my phone down to my jeans pocket. I check the time and its already 6:11 PM, which mean its almost my date with Harry. Gosh- why do i say date though? I mean is not a date. Stop wishing Horan.

I walk towards my room door. I open and close it gently just like a gentlemen will do. Seriously i've gone crazy because somehow i felt such an erupt happiness from my stomach and it makes me skip somehow.

As i skip towards the living room, i saw Liam sitting on the couch as he keep changing the channel eagerly. Without any hesitation, i hug his head from behind and rest my chin on his brown hair.

He at first, of course flinch but as soon as he realized its me, his shoulder slumped and sigh "Jesus christ Niall, stop giving me a heart attack" His voice tone tremble as he put his hand on his heart.

I chuckle as i let go of his head and sit beside him. He glance towards me as he shake his head repeatedly "If you keep doing things like that, i'm sure i'll be dead anytime soon"

I smile sweetly as i rub his cheeks unconsciously. As soon as i rub his cheeks with my thumb, he flinch and turn his head towards me rapidly. His eyes somehow tremble and his cheeks flustered. His cheeks tainted with red color. It means- he's blushing. Wait- Liam is blushing for the first time ever.