199 Letters And Counting (Sequel to 199 Letters) (BoyxBoy

Chapter 2

It's been almost a week since the dream now, and Harry and Louis were still hiding their love for each other. Not well enough though, as their secret seems to unfold.

Louis and Harry thought they were alone. The whole house seemed to be theirs, but they were obviously wrong. "Mmmm..." Harry moaned in Louis' mouth. This was the first time to themselves, since the dinner at the small restaurant. When the lads left, they were having a sweet conversation, talking about everything and anything. But one kissed another, neither seemed to remember who, and now they were making out in their shared bedroom.

Louis had almost heard a door open and close, but the thought moved to the back of his head. The others had gone somewhere, they shouldn't be back for over a few hours. "It's all in my head, just ignore it," Lou thought.

Soon another noise was made, and a faint curse word had reached Louis' ears. He pulled away from Harry, a pout, then a confused look plastered on Harry's face. "Did you hear that?" Louis asked. Harry seemed top distracted from the way Louis' hair was messy and sexier than ever. It made Harry want Lou even more. "It's only us, Lou."

Harry's lips moved to Louis' neck, sucking on the skin. "Only us." he whispered into Louis' neck, mostly to himself. Harry's mind flashed back to the dream. It had almost seemed distant, as if it was long ago. But it haunted him still; the feeling of losing Louis. The emptiness. The regret. The guilt. Everything.

Louis was still seemed on edge about the noise. He worried that someone would barge in, seeing the heated make out session between the two lads. Whilst Harry still kissed Louis' collarbone, a series of noises were made. A person walking slowly up the steps. Still faint, but clear enough for Louis to figure someone was here.

"Har-" Louis started, but was interrupted by Harry pressing his lips once again to Lou's. Louis couldn't help but kiss back, he had to, but just for a moment. Before he finally broke apart to warn Harry about the person, the door opened to their bedroom. Showing a tired Niall with bloodshot eyes, completely shocked at what he had just witnessed.

Harry pushed Louis off of him. Lou winced as at the edge of the bed, a hard wooden knob pushed hard into his hip. But he ignored it, since there was another massive situation at that moment. "Ni-" Harry began, but Niall began to speak with his voice totally cracked.

"I knew there was something going on. And after everything I went through to finally even consider it, this happens." Louis and Harry were puzzled. What did Niall consider? The question floated around their minds, but neither of them dared to speak it aloud. It had seemed as if something in Niall broke. Even if you couldn't see it at first, it shown perfectly clear in his eyes. Harry recognized the look instantly, without trouble at all. That was the look that shown in his eyes after he read the first letter. Pain in Harry's chest made him take a sharp breath, the feeling once again heavy on his shoulders.

"I-I'm just done. I'm so done. The feelings I felt, the thoughts that denied it, the worries, the cares. I'm done." Niall stumbled to his boring room. He slammed the door, the tan walls isolating the screams into his pillow. Tears ran down his cheeks, onto his navy blue v-neck. Too many thoughts overflowed his mind, waiting for it to explode.

You love him.

No. I don't. He's a fucking bastard.

You love him.

Why would I love someone who doesn't love me back?

You love him.

Stop it! Stop confusing me with this shit.

Niall screamed once more, into the down comforter of his bed. The drunk self he had once been had left. He pictured his Mum, holding him tightly and telling him it eventually was going to be okay. Boy did he wish she was here. To comfort him in his time of need. But she's home, in Mullingar, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He wasn't surprised at the fact that Louis and Harry had chemistry. He sort of knew in the very back of his mind. Niall pushed the thoughts around though, he didn't know for sure then. He was confused, like he is now. But somehow, back then, he figured fate would find it's way to make everything turn out perfect. He didn't know how imperfect things could turn out. Niall had convinced himself that he loved him. The way someone would fall in love with any other person. In any other stupid love story. He wanted to be there for him, kiss him, hug him, comfort him when he was down, cuddle with him on rainy days. He had to admit it. Even though he didn't love Niall back, there was still a feeling he would get at the tips of his fingers when he heard his name. He had to bring himself to admit it, or he would completely break.

He was utterly in love with Harry Styles.