"Can I come in?" Niall asks abruptly, standing at my doorstep with a cigarette hanging out his lips. He is dressed in all black, a black shirt with black skinny jeans, the jeans are ripped at the knees. I begin to wonder if the only clothes he owns are black.
"I guess?" I reply as a question, quite surprised as to why Niall is at my house at 10am on a Saturday morning. I'm also surprised at how he doesn't look tired...at all.
Niall sends me a smile, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He attempts to step past me to get inside of my house but I press a hand to his chest, stopping him. He raises one eyebrow at me in confusion before I take the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it outside, onto the pavement.
"Not a fan of smoking?" Niall asks jokingly and I roll my eyes, hiding the small smile that has made its way onto my lips.
I lead Niall into the sitting room before plonking myself down on the sofa, Niall takes a seat right besides me. I pull my knees up to my chest, scooting backwards into the corner which creates a bigger space between me and Niall.
"What's up?" I ask, hugging my knees as I watch Niall. He's nervously biting down on his bottom lip and I wonder what he is thinking about.
"It's...uh...about Harry," Niall begins and I instantly sit up, my eyes wide and alert. Is Harry okay? Is he hurt? Holy shit, I hope nothing has happened.
"What's happened? Is he hurt?" I blurt out, and Niall shakes his head quickly.
"No, no, no," He speaks whilst shaking his head more. "He's fine. I just wanted to talk about you two-"
"Us two?" I but in, interrupting what Niall was saying. Why on Earth would he want to talk about us two? Is there even an 'us'?
"Yeah." He replies. "I'll just cut straight to the point, I just don't want to see Harry get hurt."
"I expected to have this conversation with an older sibling, not a best friend," I say jokingly, stifling a smile at my own joke but Niall keeps a straight face, as if he is serious about this all.
"I'm serious!" Niall exclaims. "Although he doesn't seem it, Harry is a very sensitive guy and I don't want you to hurt him."
"I'm not going to hurt him, don't worry." I speak sincerely. I can't help but roll my eyes, thankfully Niall doesn't see.
"Good. His previous relationship...didn't work out and I don't want a repeat of that." Niall tells me with a sigh.
"What happened?" I ask about Harry's relationship, wondering if Niall will trust me enough to tell me.
"Eh, she was just a bitch." Niall replies simply, shrugging his shoulders up and down.
"Oh, right." I say awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to Niall. I don't know him that well so I'm not sure what to talk about. What do you say to a boy? This is strange.
"I should get going." Niall speaks after pulling out his iPhone, most likely to check the time. He stands up and I stand up to join him, stretching out my legs after being sat down for a while.
"I'll see you at school," I say with a smile and Niall nods in reply. I walk him to my front door and wait until he's driven off in his car before closing the door with a sigh, leaning back against it.
"Who was that?" I hear my brother ask from the top of the stairs. I look up, my eyes meeting his as he rubs them tiredly since he has just awoken. I have the laziest brother in the world.
"A friend." I reply simply. I don't really want my brother knowing anything about any one of my new friends.
"Name?" Joe questions and I roll my eyes for probably the 100th time today.
"Is that really any of your business?"
"It's just weird seeing you around actual boys other than me." He says in a jokingly tone and I crack a smile. I guess he's right. Before, I barely spoke to a boy let alone be friends with one.
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The rest of my Saturday consisted of watching crappy chick flicks and stuffing my face with sweet smelling popcorn. Joe and his friends were downstairs playing on the X Box, so I ended up staying in my room. I contemplated whether or not I should call Harry and ask if he wanted to do something, but decided against it because I didn't want to seem overly clingy.
My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up informing me that I had a new message half way through watching Mean Girls. I picked it up, a smile creeping onto my face as I read the name. Harry. I swiped my screen to unlock my phone so that I could see the message.
'Can I come over?' The message reads and I bite down on my bottom lip before writing my reply.
'Sure :)' I reply.
'Good because I'm outside' Harry replies almost instantly. I stand up from my sitting position on my bed, making my way over to the large window. I see Harry standing there awkwardly, his eyes focused on the screen of his phone. I lift open the window, seeing him look up in my direction, the noise the window made probably caught his attention. He sends me a dimpled smile before finding his way into my bedroom like he did yesterday.
Thankfully, he didn't knock on the door. If he had done that, one of my brothers friends would have probably answered and they know Harry's past.
"Hi," Harry greets me, a cute smile still etched on his face. His eyes dart over to my laptop where the film Mean Girls is still playing. It must capture his attention because he takes a seat on my bed, making himself at home as he crosses his legs over one another.
"Hey." I reply, climbing onto the bed to sit besides Harry, but not too close. "You like this film?" I question, turning my head to see that he is engrossed with the film already.
"Hm...what?" He asks, dragging his eyes away from the screen. I noticed that he was wearing a bright red bandana, his messy hair showing over it.
"This film," I say. "Do you like it?" Bringing my knees up to my chest, I watch Harry as I wait for a reply.
"It's alright," He speaks whilst shrugging his shoulders. "This used to be Georgie's favourite-..." He cuts off what he was saying, obviously knowing that he shouldn't have told me that. His eyes widen in shock.
Georgie? She must have been Harry's ex girlfriend. I wonder what happened between the two of them.
"It's an okay film." I comment. I don't want to talk about Georgie because I don't want to say the wrong thing, and I don't think that Harry is ready to fully trust me just yet.
"Yeah," He mutters under his breath, letting out a cough into the sleeve of his jumper.
I watch him watch the rest of the film, trying to figure out just who Harry Styles really is. I feel like he is beginning to open up to me, otherwise he would have never brought up his ex girlfriend even if he hadn't of meant to.
I want to know more and more about him. He intrigues me too much to just let him go.
