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

Chapter 3

A/N:

Alright. It's been a month, time to get back into this story. Agreed? next chapter should be up soon. I can't say exactly when in case of emergencies and things but soon. Not another month, I will promise that. Hopefully you all enjoy, thanks for all your votes in preparation of this! :)

~JD Xx

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"Niall," Harry knocked on the older lad's bedroom door nervously, "come out, please. We need to talk," he begged.

While Harry couldn't hear the complete response, he caught the definitive 'No' that was repeated many times.

"Please, Niall," Louis chirped in pleadingly.

"Jesus, no means no!" Niall screamed out at the couple nervously standing outside his door.

After that, the two boys stayed quiet. Harry worried-less about the thought of their secret getting out-more about the look that Niall had worn. Harry knew he had to get in there; he had to make things right. Not being the right state of mind, he knew there was no telling what kind of rash decisions he would make. And he knew, those of the most extreme weren't something he could handle.

"Dammit, please Niall!" Harry cursed desperately.

At his cry, everything went silent. The curly haired lad was simply left standing, listening for any sound but his heavy breathing. The fear continued to build and so did the loudness to his breathing. The scenes he fought so much to keep back began to resurface. But this time, it was Niall that was gone. If Harry was honest, it hurt nearly just as much. Niall may not be his soul mate, but he was a part of his soul. All the boys were.

Harry was just about knock down the locked door which blocked him from his friend, when his said friend opened the door himself.

Harry sighed in intense relief, "Thank you, Niall."

Niall didn't do or say anything but stare at his feet. Harry was nervous still of what this meant, but pushed himself into the room. Louis tried to follow, but Niall looked up for the first time. That evidence of pain still evident from still wet tear streaks as well as the slightly crazed haze in his reddening eyes.

"Not you," Niall demanded to Louis, "I can't handle both of you right now."

Harry could see the hurt in Louis' eyes from Niall's words, but he forced himself to push it aside. He had Lou go back and wait in their room. Louis was reluctant, wanting Harry to comfort him right then, but still forced himself to do as his boyfriend asked. Letting them go while he went back to wait.

With Louis gone, Niall let his secret love into his room. Looking around, Harry was taken aback by the cleanness of the space. It wasn't like the place was bare, not by any stretch of imagination, but everything was placed with so much precise care that it made the area look taken care of instead of cluttered like it would for anyone else. Even Harold, the known clean freak of the lads besides Liam, admitted he couldn't have made this much look clean the way his best friend could. The only thing out of place, were the ruffles across the bed like someone had jumped onto it before tossing and turning about. More sure evidence of Niall's trauma. Harry shut the door behind himself as Niall took a seat on his bed. It was Niall whom spoke first.

"I should've known," he sighed, "You two always have been closer to each other than any of us."

"No, Niall it's not like that-" Harry tried.

Niall sighed loudly again, stopping Harry and picking his head up to look his red rimmed, teary, blue eyes into Harry's glimmering emerald ones, "I really don't care or need to hear your big story."