complicated. [n.s]

10. princess

[ we're at chapter 10!!!1!! ]

when niall woke up, the first thing he felt was a freezing cold thing on his head. and the second thing he felt was a warm breath. when he finally opened his eyes, harry was leaning over him with a soft smile on his face.

"welcome back."

"what?"

"i did what liam and louis told me to. i made you comfy. oh, is that cold? i'll take it off your head. you were sweating a lot, so we had to put an ice pack on your head."

"oh, thank you."

"you're welcome."

"by the way, um, what happened?"

"you went hysterical, man."

"what do you mean?"

"you kept on rambling about how much you love girls and everything about them. well, not everything. you really only mentioned boobs and makeup. oh, and something about a uterus."

"oh my gosh..."

"hey, don't beat yourself up over it."

"i didn't tell them the truth again! damn it all..."

"you told them what you thought was the truth. and of course, they're a bit sour. i can't lie, i am too. i thought you had come to terms with it but i know that it may just take some more time."

"i don't need to come to terms with anything."

"if you say so."

"because i'm not gay."

"if you say so."

"wait, harry... how long was i out? it's 6:30!"

"you only fainted for a minute, but then i think you just went to sleep. you probably exhausted yourself."

"can you take off my blankets? oh, and can you get me some water? my throat's dry. wait, not water, milk."

"sure thing, princess."

"harry, don't call me that."

"niall, you didn't break an arm or a leg when you passed out and you're not sick. you can move by your own. that's why i'm calling you princess. hey, that suits you. i think that's my new nickname."

"no, don't call me that. that's a girly name!"

"do you want me to get you your milk, princess?"

"i can get it myself, thank you."

"oh come on, princess, you can't move!"

"stop calling me that!"

"now you have to think of one for me."

"what?"

"a nickname! i need a nickname too."

"how about dickface?"

"no. mine is at least flattering."

"flattering? are you kidding me?! you're calling me a girl!"

"a girl of royalty."

"i can't believe you."

"you don't have to believe. you just have to roll with it."

"shut up, you hippie."

"that one doesn't even make any sense."

"it wasn't an attempt at a nickname!"

"i'm not leaving this house until you give me a proper nickname."

"you might as well make yourself comfy and plan to spend the night because that is not happening."

"i can live with that."

"oh, shit, never mind. um... let's see. can i just cheat and use a nickname you already have? like how liam and louis call you 'hazza?'"

"nope. that's cheating."

"fine, how about 'haz?'"

"'haz?' yeah, i dig it."

"great. so um, you can leave now."

"leave?"

"i still have a lot of things on my mind, harry. i freaking fainted because i went into a rant about how i love girls!"

"i wish all of our conversations weren't about whether you're gay or not."

"i know, harry."

"i'll go now."

"i won't miss you."

harry flashed a smile. "whatever, princess."