It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER TWO: Harry being Harry

HARRY’S POV

            Niall was still slumped onto the couch with his laptop on his lap as he scrolls through it with his brown brows furrowed as I walked out the room and grabbed my shirt.

            “Hey Ni!” I tried to catch his attention, only that he raised his both brows and hummed. I watched him for some seconds as I passed by him to get some water from the kitchen and swatted him with the cloth in hand. “Come on, man! The New’s opening in an hour.” I reminded the blonde head.

“You know reading all of that shit on twitter doesn’t help. You should know that yourself by now, Irish.” I sounded worried and again protective not to mention insulting. “Yeah, man.” He scolded lazily without looking away from that damn screen. I watched him again through the open door as I finished the drink and put the glass in the sink. What’s with him? He was all giddy with the opening of this new pub we both decided to invest some shares down town during lunch then now what?

Yet he seemed to be dressed, we’ve got to get going, Max will be here anytime soon to give us a lift. I am not really the early bird but I believe our partners are expecting us there or something.

As I walked out the kitchen, there was a knocked at the door and am sure that was Max. The grumpy-playing boy stood up, leaving his laptop on the coffee table, “I’ll get it.” As curious and worried as I am, I took his laptop and looked over what he was so serious about that he couldn’t even bother to look at me or talk to me in a normal Niall Horan way.

I saw pictures of a chick, and I saw Ni following her on twitter, which it seemed this girl haven’t been using for a month or so, as her last retweet said. I am smiling for God knows what reason because of the fact that our boy is stalking some car racer? Am I seeing this right? I scroll down through her twitter photos and saw that she recently won a silver in an amateur race. Now, that’s hot. I thought to myself.  Wait. Oh, she did not. Well, damnit she was! She was that..

“Not cool mate!” As Niall grabbed the laptop out of my hands and shut it and gave me a glare. I was out of words as I saw his flushed face but I managed to scoffed at him with a grin. Why is he serious bout this matter? Am sure as hell that they haven’t even dated yet, or even met? But am sure as hell too that she was the chick me and Nick were eyeing on the Burberry fashion show few months ago. More than that, she really looked very familiar, just can’t point it out just yet.

“Come on now boys.” Max commanded flatly while he does that habit of shaking his hand together in front of his big torso. “We’ve got a 40 minutes drive plus the traffic and all.” I think he already knew that we know what he meant.

As we got in to the rover, Ni has still haven’t talk or even look at me. Was he really that pissed off? “Dude,” I started. “I don’t mean to be a dick. Come on, we are opening our first ever pub.” As I put my arms around his neck jokingly and pulled him closer to mess with his hair.

“Nah. All good.” He smirked as he tried to pull himself out of my brotherly gesture and run his hand through his colored hair.

“Good then.”I replied quickly as he stared back on his phone. “So,” I said it longer to make him acknowledge me and he hummed again. Not the usual Horan, I see. “You wanna date that Charis chick?” I started.

He shut his phone but played with it as he examined my face although it was dark as the rover was tinted and all and its almost 10 in the evening, just right time to start a party at The New.”Whatcha think?” He said with the corner of his phone in between his lips. “Since you seemed to be good with these… things Harry.” Playfully, raising both his brows.