Just Friends | Narry | Discontinued

twenty-six

Question; anyone here like 'In Real Life' or 'PRETTYMUCH'? They could never fill the void 1D left but they're a cute little Bandaid with a Baby Demogorgons on it.

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Happy New Year ❤️

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The next morning. I woke up before Niall, I didn't move. My eyes frequently flickering between staring at the ceiling and glancing.

No- more than just glancing. Absorbing.

I was absorbing every little detail about Niall. He wasn't facing me, but there still much to absorb. From how pink his ears were- a tendency they had when he was asleep. To the little hairs on the nape of his neck and his darkened roots, stemming from him having not dyed his hair in a good amount of time. Quite honestly I liked it this way. For as long as we'd been friends, I've only seen him fully brunet once and it was like seeing a whole different person.

I chuckled silently at the thought.

Mindlessly I reached my hand up and touched his hair lightly. At first I was just allowing little groups of hair glide through my forefinger and thumb and it gradually became me stroking my fingers through his ombré locks. A few minutes pass of me performing this action before I hear him emit a low pitched moan. He was waking.

"Shit." He mumbles groggily.

Afraid that my actions were the cause of this reactions, I retract my hands.

"Are— everything alright Ni?"

"Shit." He muttered again.

"Wha—" I tried, but was cut off by him moving abruptly to sit up.

"You alright?" I asked. Watching curiously as he just sat at the edge of my bed. His fists pressed into the bed and sound slightly leaned forward.

"Fine." He mumbled.

I reached to place on a hand on his shoulder in hopes to get his attention. But before I could even blink an eye. He shot up and into the bathroom. My hand touching nothing but the air.

I huffed, picking up my phone. The screen came to life.

I noticed the time. We were already an hour late for school. There were a few texts from Z and Liam, just regular ones to be expected the "where are you's" scrolling down my notifications my eyes settled upon another text that was a little more peculiar and it kind of made a pit form in my stomach. As I began to read it lessened.

From: Lou
I noticed you're not here and I want to believe that you just overslept a little but I can't help but to think you might be avoiding me and that's not at all what I want. Harry I meant what I said last night. I want nothing but for you to be happy. There's no hard feelings whatsoever. So yeah. Hope you show, so Z and Li can stop grilling me. I told them that we ended things and that we were both doing fine. But they keep grilling me lol. x.

I read over the text a few more times. It made me feel relieved, but yet I still couldn't shake that guilty feeling. I place my phone back down as Niall comes back into the room.

"Everything alright?"

"Peachy." He gives me a tight lipped smile. "We should probably get to school, yeah?" He asked.

I nodded in agreement.

"I'm gonna go back to mine to get changed and grab my bag and things. Meet you outside?"

"Yeah." I replied simply.

Watching as he left, I sighed quietly, running a hand through my hair. I want nothing more than to repair our friendship, but everything with him just seems so foreign now. Friendship. I don't know how to talk to him. I don't know how to act around him. However I know what I want. But how to go about getting depends on him. He obviously still cares for me. That much I know for sure and never doubted. Too much has happened between us for him to suddenly stop caring. Last night— that big moment of vulnerability I had, exemplified that more than anything. Which is why I won't stop trying to get him back, get us back. If my efforts bring about more than I'm mmm expecting- that'd be amazing. But for him I'd settle with being Just Friends, if that's what it takes.

I shelve my thoughts and proceed get ready. I just throw on a black pullover and black jeans with a rip in the knee and lower thigh. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and brush my hair back. There were apparent bags under my eyes. But I didn't look completely shitty, I think. I grab my phone and my bag and head out. Preparing myself for this ride that I already knew was gonna be silent and awkward. I would try and make sure it wasn't that way as I'd rather it not be that way, it feels inevitable. I had this hope, as crazy as it may sound I had hoped that last night would bring me and him back together, to the way were before if not better but nothing really seems to have changed other than the fact that he was able to remain in the same room with me- alone- for more than ten minutes. Progress? I guess. I do know that I don't want to lean or weigh too heavily into him because last night was— it was a lot. I know it was. He didn't have to stay last night but he did.

I step out the front door, making sure to lock it behind me. A quick traverse down the stairs and I bump into Niall. Not physically but he's standing texting someone with rapid keystrokes.

"Hey." I greet.

"Hey." He echoes.

"Ready to go?" He wouldn't be standing there if he wasn't Harry.

"Yeah." He says as shoves his phone into his pocket.

We get in the car.

As I predicted silence gets in with us.

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AN: I know it's extremely short but a longer chapter coming after the new year, I wanted to update all of my stories before the 2018 so yeah.