Dont Forget Where You Belong *Narry AU*

Right Now *Chapter 4*

WOW two updates in one night??!!! yeah i know. Love me. Justtt kidding. This is a really short update like REALLY short but its plot development soo DEAL WITH IT. :) Thanks for reading. VOTE COMMENT SUBSCRIBE ENJOY <3 Em.

Harrys POV

I got home to my extremely small studio flat and went straight to the bathroom. I pulled off the horrible latex nose and vision-blurring blue contacts and took a good look at my real self. I only get to see it, now a day, in the confines of my own (temporary and tiny) home.

I plopped down on the couch and flipped on the 50 inch flat screen, again annoyingly small, and started channel surfing. I didn’t really want to watch anything, but since my stupid managers wouldn’t let me leave as myself and I didn’t want to put the latex back on, I flipped to the food channel and settled for watching a marathon of Good Eats.

By the time it was time for bed I knew more about how food was manufactured than I ever cared to. I shrugged it off stretched my arms above my head before walking towards my bedroom and towards the only thing of mine that they allowed me to take here: My king size mattress.  With a soft down filled comforter and perfectly soft pillows, my bed was my safe haven.  

I stripped out of my ridiculously tight jeans and t-shirt before collapsing into the warmth and familiarity my bed offered.  Everything here felt so out of place. I didn’t know anyone, I haven’t been to public school in I don’t even know how long, and management won’t even let me contact my best friend. Apparently Zayn even agreed to it because he thought this experience would be good for me. What the hell does that even mean!

I burrowed myself into my mass of pillows and allowed my mind to reflect on this week. It hadn’t been too bad, Lou is great and Liam seems to be slowly warming up to me.  My classes were pretty easy and my part-time job was a piece of cake. However, there is one thing I can’t wrap my mind around, err, one person.

Niall, he doesn’t seem like he even wants to give me a chance. I did one thing wrong and now he refuses to even talk to me. Who judges a person completely off of first impressions like that! It actually kinda pisses me off that the boy who seems to be all smiles refuses to even attempt to be friendly with me.  I can’t remember the last time someone I tried to pay attention to shrugged me off so badly. The adorable blonde haired, blue eyed boy refuses to even flash a half-smile my way. I doubt he’d even give me the time of day.

Why? Just because I was… a homophobic prick-bag that managed to do nothing but be rude the entire first day I knew him. Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t like me too much either.  But I would still give me a second chance! Okay, so third chance.. or was it a fourth chance…  Shit, I really was pretty awful.

I guess I haven’t noticed how reliant I was on the premise of my fame to make sure I always made a good first impression or even if I didn’t the person wouldn’t care because well.. I’m famous. Come to think of it, that logic really sucks…  I’m relatively certain that other than Zayn I have no friends that honestly like me because of who I am and maybe that’s a problem. I mean that’s most defiantly the problem. I don’t even understand why management did this to me. They wouldn’t even fully explain it. They told me and I quote: “When you figure out why we did this, then we will let you come back.” It’s so infuriating.

IF I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FIX IT?

I punched the pillow in frustration before my mind drifted back to the frustrating Irish boy. If there is anything I want to get out of this situation, it’s the satisfaction of knowing that boy opened up to me. I will get him to like me. Even though he won’t even let me speak to him at this point, we will be friends. Maybe, just maybe, that’ll show management I’ve changed and that really is just a maybe because I still have no idea what I’m even supposed to working on.

Eh, if anything it will be a good personal boost to know I could make him like me without the use of my fame. I mean I am pretty amazing.

I smirked to myself and pulled the blanket up over my body and switched off the lights. That’s it, it’s decided. I’ll do everything I can to make Niall like me. Even if it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.