reasons (n.s.)

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THE NEXT DAY, Niall feels like he needs to be bathed in holy water and to go to church everyday at seven in the morning. He can't help but feel filthy for wanking to the thought of his best friend. Not wanting to think about it anymore, he pushes the thoughts away to the back of his head and since today was a day-off, he continues his everyday routine. Shower, eat, play videogames, go on his laptop, play videogames, call his mom, go on his laptop, skype with his friends from home, eat, and sleep. He does this basically everyday, and doesn't even realize that it's become a ritual. But that's the thing- Niall is clueless. He never realizes what he's done wrong or what he was doing wrong when he does it, and it gets annoying from time to time, but it's okay, because it's Niall. If you want to like Niall, then you have to like the whole package. It's an unwritten contract.

He lounges around his house-or apartment, whatever you wanna call it-and does nothing productive, really. If you think about it, he should be rehearsing by himself or thinking of song ideas, but he's not. He'd rather just spend his day-off like it's supposed to be, a day off. But Harry is the complete opposite, like he always is to Niall. He spends the day running errands and singing to the instrumental CD blasting in his car on the way to wherever he plans to go. For instance, he was now on his way to get a needed haircut, and later on going to do a bit of grocery shopping; Both for his house and for on the road.

After Niall plays a bit of FIFA and CoD on his PS4, he sits up a bit from his slouching position from playing in so much concentration, and fishes his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, and quickly types in his password, 'niallsthecraic', and cheekily smiles at the password that he hade made.

He goes on Twitter first and lurks a bit and looks at some of his fans' tweets. Some consisting of "HARRYS GETTING A HAIRCUT HOLY SHIT OMFYHDKS ERMFMSS", some with "damn right harry needs a haircut the dumb bitch can't even see where he's going anymore", and some with "i hope harry really is getting a haircut, those fedoras aren't doing him justice". Niall just tilts his head back in amusement as he cackles at some of the tweets on his timeline, clicks the window that has "Compose new Tweet..." on it, and quickly writes about his game of FIFA and CoD and sends it out without checking for any grammatical errors, and suddenly realizes that he accidentally said 'anal' instead of 'final'.

Feeling slightly panicked yet amused, he laughs nervously at himself and quickly types out a '*final' and sends the tweet. Looking at his mentions, people are already making fun of him and retweeting it and he goes back to his timeline to see his tweet blowing up all over it. Nervous and guilty, he quickly deletes both tweets and locks his phone. He breathes out an annoyed sigh and stands up to walk to his bed and he flops on it with a thud, and shuffles around to pull the covers around him and falls asleep.

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He wakes up to the sound of breaking glass and quickly panics and thinks over what he's supposed to do, whether to go downstairs to see whoever this intruder was, or to hide and stay quiet. Without thinking, he grabs a belt from his closet and walks out of the room, but still hiding behind the corner. Since the kitchen had a swinging door, it didn't help for him to find out who it was, as he hears a quiet mutter of what seems like curse words, and so he slowly walks down the steps, trying his best not to make a sound, and slowly creeps to the kitchen door. Placing his ear to the door, he can hear the intruder moving around and what seems like cleaning up the broken glass.

Acting on impulse, he opens the door quickly, ready to attack this person, and breathes out a relieved sigh to see that it was only Harry. But he was also annoyed at how Harry just barged in without permission, and also curious as to how he did get in.

"Harry!" Niall starts and surprises Harry for the time being, "You can't just walk in here without telling me! And how the hell did you get in here?!" He yells in frustration, but also feels like he's overreacting about it, so he calms down a bit, but still glaring at Harry.

"Oh, sorry Niall." Harry says, looking genuinely apologetic. "I came over because I bought you those croissants you love from that bakery at the grocery store, but when I knocked on the door, you didn't answer, so I went in myself. By the way, you do know that hiding your spare key under the mat is not very safe, right?" Harry asks Niall in amusement with one eyebrow raised. The older boy just looks down in embarrassment as he remembers placing the key under the mat, being proud of himself.

"Oh," Harry scratches at the nape of his neck. "And about that glass, when I came in here, I went upstairs to check if you were there because you obviously weren't down here, and so when I saw you it looked like you were sick and..." Harry rambles off, and the older boy just looks at him in amusement and adoration. "......and so I got you a glass of water and picked up an Advil and even made you chicken noodle soup, and put them all on a tray and when I tried to walk out of the kitchen, the glass just spilled and stuff. Except for the chicken noodle soup though, so that's okay." Harry finishes off, still slightly nervous with the broken glass.

"You made soup for me?" Niall asks, blushing but still smiling at the younger boy in awe. "Yeah.." Harry just scratches the back of neck and looks down, then up to look at Niall with his splotchy pink cheeks. Oh no. Niall thought to himself. There it goes, there goes the butterflies in his stomach that was currently doing somersaults. He feels his breathe hitch in his throat as Harry takes a step closer, and feels his arms cover up in goosebumps and his fingers tingling.

Ready for what he's been waiting for, he leans in and slips his eyes closed, but to no avail does Harry kiss him square on the lips, but on this nose instead. Niall opens his eyes quickly and feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach, as he comes to realization that Harry will never like him that way anyway, and so he tries to shrug it off.

But it obviously doesn't work.

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Sorry for taking so long with updating, I've been so busy with my schedule and stuff, and trying to write this without my mom knowing is difficult, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :) It's pretty long, I guess?

-sugar