reasons (n.s.)

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Niall's POV

"SHUT UP, OR else you'll wake him up!" I hear Louis whisper to someone, which I do not know of as I'm technically still half-asleep. "I won't," someone else whispers and I recognize it as Harry's raspy voice that isn't so quiet. 

I try wake up for the second time today and open my eyelids to be greeted by the same bright light and inwardly groan at the sight. I should really tell Louis about that. I finally adjust to it and I sit up and look around as to why Louis and Harry were arguing. The scene amuses me as I look at it and see that Harry is trying to talk to somebody and Louis is trying to tear his phone away from his ear- probably trying to get Harry not to talk as I was so obviously taking a nap. I chuckle at the sight and the two bickering lads turn to look at me with sheepish expressions on their faces. 

I look around again and see that Liam and Zayn still have not moved from their positions earlier and are still playing Black Ops, still not speaking. I really don't understand why they like to play games silently and keep the TV muted. That just defeats the purpose of the game. I decide to sit next to Zayn and help him play as he's currently losing to Liam, so I stand up on my way to him but am pulled down to be seated on the sofa next to Louis with an 'oomf' and a groan. 

"What'd you do that for?" I ask Louis with annoyance and furrowed brows as he just snickers at me which gets me even more annoyed and so I just groan at his childishness.

"Niall, how was your nap?" Harry asks me from my side with a polite smile on his face which makes me smile at his kind heart. He really is charming.

"It was alright. The fugging light kept blinding me though." I laugh as Harry just smiles at me and I am once again confused. He usually laughs along with me or at least chuckles, but he's smiling at me. Why's that?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry half-smiled.

"Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of ex-"

"Niall?" Harry asks with a confused expression obvious on his face, as I realize that I have just fantasized about Harry being Augustus Waters from The Fault In Our Stars and that he called me, Hazel Grace Lancaster, beautiful. Why did I just imagine that? I don't think of Harry like that, not at all! I'm probably just a bit too obsessed with that stupid romantic and cliché book that I am ridiculously in love with. It's an incredible story and has an amazing plotline, and I'd like to thank John Green for coming up with the idea, and for just being a genius in general.

"Huh?" I subconsciously ask, still thinking about the wonderful scene from John Green's book. I finally snap out of it and look at Harry and he looks back at me with concentration.

"You started kind of talking to yourself and saying things about you not being beautiful," he says while scratching the back of his neck. Woah woah woah- Did I just start saying quotes from that stupid book? You've got to be kidding me. Now Harry'll think that I'm a sappy romantic that loves reading cliché novels.

"Oh- I didn't know that....." I awkwardly say as I cough to try and cover up the tension. 

I'm literally so awkward.

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Harry's POV

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Niall asks me, looking lost. I'm confused as to why he's asking me this, because I was looking at him normally.

"Looking at you like what?" I ask him with so much uncertainty in my tone and facial expression.

"I'm not beautiful," he continues to say, and I continue to get more and more confused as I furrow my brows at his unusuality. What? What is he talking about? He's probably the most beautiful person I've ever met. I think to myself and realiz that I just called Niall beautiful, and I mentally slap myself on the forehead but admit to myself that, yes, Niall may be the most beautiful person I've ever met.

"What are you talking about, Niall? You're very beautiful." I say and immediately regret it as I just realize that I have just admitted to my best friend that I think he's very beautiful. That's totally normal.

As I wait for a 'aha nice one mate' or a 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' and realize that he won't actually say anything else, I look at him with even more confusion as he's just staring into thin air and ignoring me. The fuck?

"Niall?" I say and he finally snaps out of his thoughts and looks at me, still kind of "in the zone", and asks me, "Huh?" and leaves me more confused as ever. But then I come to realization that he's just been thinking and might have just been subconsciously saying those words to me, and I feel more embarrassed as ever as I remember that I just called him beautiful.

"You started kind of talking to yourself and saying things about you not being beautiful," I inform him- leaving out the part that I called him beautiful because no way do I want him to know and THANK THE HEAVENS that he didn't hear that-as I scratch the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh- I didn't know that......" he says with embarrassment obvious on his face, and I can't help but be amused at his flushed cheeks. I chuckle at him and just return to my phone to call Ali again that Louis just made me end earlier.

Now if I could just know more about these feelings.....

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Hope you liked this chapter! I really enjoyed writing it as The Fault In Our Stars made a cameo appearance in it. I love that book to death ahhhhhhhh.

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