Our Plan {narry}

Chapter 21: Trust me

      (A/N I'm not sure how this will go, because I already published this chapter once, though it was horribly written and completely armature plotting, so I took it down. It was so unsatisfying. So here's this, and I promise its MUCH better, so please read on, and please comment and tell me if its better.)

    As I prepared myself for Louis words, my hand held itself up to stop him. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was breaking a sense of trust Harry and I had made, and I also couldn't help but feel guilty that while doing so, I was taking away a part of a bond Louis and Harry had shared. This was something Harry needed to tell me in his own time, not something I needed to hear by going behind his back, and lying to his face. I could still remember the fresh hurt that I had felt when I had thought Harry had been lying to me. 

Louis glanced at my hand, stopping his words mid-sentence. I shook my head, frowning.

"Don't Louis. You and I both know that tomorrow, or maybe even in an hour, you'll regret telling me. It's like breaking a bond you two shared, I couldn't ask you to do that for me," I whispered, meeting his eyes, Louis sighed, looking relieved, yet at the same time there was another expression written plain across his features. I couldn't quite make it out, but it was clear and obviously there. He folded his hands in his lap, looking out the window as he did so. I watched him, wondering if he was going to speak, or if I should throw something out there to break the tension that was hanging loosely in the thick air. I was preparing myself for what to say to him, when he surprised me by beating me to it.

"You know Niall," He glanced up at me through his lashes, "I cant even thank you enough. It would've been completely wrong of me to tell you something so personal about him. Especially something he told me when he as his most vulnerable and clueless. You're such a great guy, Niall. Not just to me, but Harry as well. He'd really appreciate this," He spoke. He'd really appreciate what, me almost going behind his back to dig into something he wasn't ready to share with me yet? I nodded my head anyway, looking up at Louis once more. I felt a sense of guilt, heavy in my chest, trying to weigh me down. Louis was always to honest and understanding, and obviously in this moment he was clearly proud of me for being the one thing I couldn't be. Honest.

Harry didn't want us to come out yet, even though the man in front of me knew more about Harry than his own boyfriend did. even all of the people around us were excepting and loving, the true people who would guide and protect us through anything.

Even though I was falling in love with him.

I could still feel Louis' eyes on me, piercing through me with  confusion. I wasn't exactly sure which expression I wore, though I was sure it was more than likely an odd one for me to have. I looked up at Louis, once again meeting his eyes,

"Even if that's true Louis, I'll never be able to be the kind of man you are," Louis smiled, a tight, closed lip smile. His eyes crinkled up, and he pulled me into a short, delicate hug that told so much care and love. And I hugged him right back.

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I sat on the couch, though the TV wasn't on, and there was no one sitting with me. Harry was still sound asleep, curled up next to his pile of pillows, Louis hand gone out with Zayn and Ashton for some shots, and Liam was in his room Skyping Sophia. So that left me here, alone with my never ending thoughts.

To be honest, all I wanted to do right now was talk to Liam, something I always found comforting and answers in, even though the truth could sometimes bring things that sucked all that away. I knew he'd be more than willing to talk to me, but I also knew how fortunate I was to have my boyfriend with me every day, when he only saw his girlfriend through a computer screen a few times a week. It was a shaky relationship, that honestly seemed like sometimes wasn't going anywhere, but it was certainly fought for. And given, she was a nice girl, pretty smile, a true laugh. It was simply too bad you couldn't tell these things through a computer screen. It hurt me to know it caused him pain, though I knew there was really nothing we could really do about it. And I think he knew that to.