Another shot of love (Harry or Louis love story) [AU]

Chapter 11

-CHAPTER ELEVEN: I, YOU and HIM-

"I'm sorry…" she said. "But I just can't do it…"

Ah, this night would be perfect for some cold beer… Harry Styles thought with a deep sigh.

He leaned forward, his arms supporting his weight as they rested on the veranda's fencing, to see the beautiful open sea in the moonlight, the cold wind gently touching his topless body yet giving him the sort of comfort he needed at the current situation.

There he was, up on the veranda, watching the love of his life go back to her ex and doing nothing about it.

Could anyone call him a coward? Or would they understand that he's just thinking about her happiness?

Harry's own melodramatic thoughts made him let out a small chuckle.

"You know, laughing alone is a bad sign “said a male's voice from behind Harry, and a can of beer appeared right in front of his face.

Harry didn't even have to look just to know who it was; he simply smiled and grabbed the beer, opened it and drank two gulp-fulls.

"I won't even ask how in the world you are still here…" Harry said.

The newcomer, flashing his blonde hair, leaned on the veranda next to Harry. He, himself, was holding another can of beer.

"I’m also your friend Harry, and I know what you feel for that girl. I wouldn’t even think of leaving you alone” Niall explained. "But I'm surprised you never showed up…"

"You are?" Harry said sarcastically. "Why? What do you think I'd do? Eavesdrop? While they are..” he sighed “I’d already lost her Ni”

"No…" Niall shifted his position, his back inclined on the fencing. "Maybe you could've beaten the hell out of Louis and say, 'Hey! She's mine now!' or something."

Harry smirked at the thought. 

"Whatever." He replied.

A long pause came between the two men.

"I think Shira's going back to Magnolia with Louis tonight. They're going to catch the last train…" Niall said calmly and chuckled “But since, you know, they are…busy, I don’t really now what they are going to do now” he shrugged

Harry's eyes widened. What!

After calming himself down, he managed to stand up straight and lay the can of beer on the railing. "I see… And you're telling me this, why?"

Despite sounding calm, which was probably one thing Harry prided himself of, his hands were shaking slightly, in a pang of envy. Niall, who had been friends with him since as far as he could remember, noticed this but didn't stop with the psychological attacks.

"Because I just know you're going to stop her." Niall said, and repeated. "I know you will."

"If you're so determined that that should happen, why don't you go and stop her?" Harry said, between gritted teeth. Niall sure knows him this well to manipulate to the point of annoyance and envy.

"Me?" Niall laughed. "I'm not the one with an unrequited love for her, hiding in this veranda like a coward when my guts are telling me to go after her and tell her I love her."

"Yeah, well, you're acting like the expert! Let's see you put that on practice!" Harry snapped.

Niall looked at him, wide-eyed.