1D bromance one shots!

Narry- when your arms are around me I'm home

I am so sorry! I haven't updated in a while! But I'm back. I've been busy with a lot of stuff... But I still have the narry fever. Speaking of 1D, there was this girl at camp who was literally insane. She carried around everywhere, slept with, washed when it was dirty, and made counselor hold it while she did something that needed two hands, a shirtless Harry styles doll, which she claimed that she forgot the shirt (but that would mean it didn't have a shirt in the first place...) she only wore 1D products, like sweatshirt, shirt, pjs, that stuff, she slept with two 1D blankets, she only related her answers to questions to 1D, and she believed she'd marry Niall, naming herself Lauren Horan. I swear to god she was insane. Last year she shaved 1D onto her head... She's the type of directioners we don't speak of... Anyways, I do have narry fever still, and probably will for a while, due to tumblr, but bear with me. There will come a time soon that I'll find an idea for another bromance, I just keep finding ideas for narry on tumblr and books and tv... I'd love for someone to send in a prompt of other bromances... I'd need it... So anyways on with the oneshot! This is kinda loosely based off narry pottery

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Harry's POV

"So, Harry, I think I have something to help your anxiety." I stared at my therapist, Dr. Zayn Malik in shick. What could possibly help the anxiety I've had since I was five?

"What is it?"

"I found this pottery class that may help relieve stress. It's just a week long class thing. I think that just working on it will help your anxiety. Usually, people with stress or anxiety go into art and it helps. SOme of my patients have done that."

I nodded slowly. It made sense in a way.

"I'll try it."

Zayn smiled at me,

"Okay, here's the address. Have a great day, Harry. Hope it helps. You can go."

I stood up and walked out of the room. A pottery class... Maybe it could work.

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I stood in front of a small building. It didn't look anything out of the ordinary. It was brick and had a sign telling me I was at the right place. The sign read 'Horan's Pottery Place.' Short, sweet, and to the point, I guess. I laughed at my thoughts. Oh dear god, why am I laughing at myself? I'm going crazy. Anyways, the building had a nice blue painted door. I took a deep breath before I opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, hello! Are you here for the pottery class?" I looked up from my feet to see a girl, in her late twenties, behind the counter. She had brown hair and brown eyes and was very pretty, but I don't swing that way. She smiled and pointed behind her and I finally noticed a door. I smiled sheepishly at her and walked to the door. I looked back at the girl and she smiled at me, nodding. I opened the door and walked through, my head down, just in case anyone was looking at me. I heard a throat being cleared. I looked up to see the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen in my life. He had these beautiful sapphire blue eyes and bleach blonde hair. He was short, about a foot shorter than me. I noticed he wore an apron and was covered in clay. He must be the teacher.

"Um, you here for the class, or are you gonna stare at me?" He spoke with an Irish accent, which made him more beautiful to me. I coughed awkwardly.

"Um... Yeah, I'm here for the, uh, class..." I stuttered out pathetically. Damn it... I internally facepalmed for acting so stupid in front of this beautiful boy. He smiled widely at me.

"Well, I'm Niall. I'm the instructor. This is my dad's place, but I'm taking over this class. You're a tad early. But that's okay! I could use someone to talk to while I set up. Eleanor's okay but she mostly talks about girl stuff that makes no sense." He laughed and I smiled at him.