Louis has been pretty silent for a while, ever since my big talk to Zayn. Good, I didn't want to hear his mouth yap on about my Irish culture and insults. Harry has sat next to me, and Zayn remains sitting on my left. Liam is still in the recliner chair and Louis is sat at a love seat across from Liam on the other side.
While watching a film, Zayn's phone rings. When he see's who it is he immediantly answers it and excuses himself to the kitchen. I bite my lip in concentration, listening in on his conversation even thought its rude. "Of course put her on the phone." I can see Zayn biting his nails, though his back is to us. "Hey babe, why can't you sleep?" Zayn chuckles after a few seconds. "I don't see how that will make it better but I'll do it anyway." Zayn listens to something else the other person says on the phone before he starts singing quietly into the phone. I have to pay more attention to my hearing so I can hear just what song.
"Let me love you, and I will love you, until you learn, to love yourself. Let me love you, and I will love you, don't be afraid, just let me help."
Ne-Yo, Let Me Love You. But a slower version, one that I like better.
Everyone who was listening to Zayn, which was EVERYONE, pretends like they weren't when he joins us again. "So, who wants to play some games?" Harry turns off the TV, bored with the program thats on. "Let's go play some football." Liam suggests. "Niall, you up for football?" Harry turns to me. I turn to Zayn and look at him for confirmation, since he's pretty emotional right now. He nods with a grin, standing up to put his phone in his pocket. I suck in my bottom lip and bite it, looking over to Louis. I'm willing to make ammense if he is, because if I'm going to be having a crush on Harry, which I do, I'm going to have to like his roommates. As far as it goes regarding me, Louis' nice to people he likes and negative to people he doesn't. So now that he heard my whole speech, where does that leave us now? I sure want to be his friend, because if he wasn't so repulsive to me I'm sure he would be messing around like he would is other mates. I don't know about that, but we would be friends.
"Better put on some warm clothes." Harry warns, getting up from the couch and runing upstairs. The other three follow him, leaving me alone on their couch. "I'll wait down here." I say no one except my friend Casper. "Niall I'll drive you to your flat real quick so you can get changed. They bicker for a while about whose is who." Harry runs down the stairs in a white long sleeve under another white t-shirt, navy blue shorts on an white football socks with the shin pads and football shoes on. He also has a beanie on. "That's okay I don't need to go back." I refuse, standing up too. Harry stares at me for a while, studying my clothing. "Do you have a shirt on under your sweatshirt?" Harry points to me. "Yeah." I nod. "Good. I'll loan you some proper football wear." Harry smirks, running back upstairs. I follow, not sure if he wanted me to or not.
When I get upstairs, I follow Harry to the very right, seeing all three boysin one room holding shin pads, socks, shoes, and shirts. I can't tell what their saying over all of them talking at once, but I know that all of them are saying, "No this is mine, thats yours, and that's mine!" at some point in the argueing.
Harry's room is quite like a normal boys room, posters of bands, movies, and celebrities all over his walls, little things scattered everywhere, his desk having a journal on it, a cup full of pens, papers scattered all over it, a small pile of clothes in the corner, his closet open and him rummaging through it, his bed messy. It also smells like him, which smells good. Really good. Really, really good.
"Here you are." Harry tosses me a jersey with matching shorts, the same white socks and similar pads and kicks. "Thanks." I look at them, wondering just hot fit he would look in them. I take my sweatshirt off and slip the jersey on over it, taking my shorts off as well to revel my boxers. "Here, they were just washed." Harry hands me a pair of male spandex and I thank him again, waiting for him to leave the room so I can change into them.
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Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015
FanfictionI left a note on his pizza box, and now he comes in everyday. cover by: newyorrk