Sing With Me

Chapter Two

            “So, how was the date?” Harry asked, grinning mischievously as Niall closed the door behind him, a huge smile on his face.

            “Niall went on a date, who with?!” Louis exclaimed, spinning around to look at Niall from his seat next to Harry on the couch.

            “Liam Payne,” Harry replied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

            “It was not a date,” Niall scowled in an attempt to hide his smile. “Mr. G asked me to help him out in music comp, because he’s not very good with the whole outside of the box approach. He’s pretty cookie cutter.”

            “Oh, sounds like a date to me,” Harry sighed, turning back to the T.V.

            “How does that sound like a date in any way?!” Niall demanded, plopping down at the kitchen counter.

            “You two…alone…with music…in an inspirational place…it’s all just very romantic,” Harry shrugged.

            “He’s got a point, mate,” Louis nodded.

            “You’re kidding right?” Niall sighed, grabbing the bridge of his own nose in exasperation.

            “No, it really does sound romantic,” Harry replied.

            “Well, whatever…it wasn’t!” Niall said, glaring at the back of Harry’s head to avoid looking at Louis’ sympathetic expression.

            “We’re just playin’ around, mate, no need to get upset,” Louis said, standing up and placing a gentle hand on Niall’s back.

            “And even if it was a date, it’s not like Louis and I would give you a hard time about it; I mean come on we are gay!” Harry chuckled.

            “Yeah,” Louis agreed, nodding his head vigorously.

            “Ugh, you guys are ridiculous,” Niall growled, stomping to his room and slamming the door shut behind him.

            “What did we do this time?” Harry sighed, keeping his eyes glued to the T.V.

            “I’m not sure; I think there’s something bothering him…besides us,” Louis replied, unhappily watching Niall’s door.

            “I think you’re right, love,” Harry replied thoughtfully as he patted the spot next to him on the couch. Louis sauntered over and plopped down next to Harry.

            “You know what’s bothering him; I can tell. You’ve got that look on your face that you always get when you’ve figured something out,” Louis said, cuddling up under Harry’s arm.

            Harry chuckled and grinned at Louis. “Yeah, I think I know what’s bothering him so much.”

            “Well?!?!” Louis demanded in anticipation.

            “I’m not sure it’s my place to make assumptions…” Harry shrugged, running his finger along his chin pensively.

            “Oh come on, just tell me!” Louis insisted, punching Harry in the chest.

            “Alright, alright, I think that Niall just hasn’t come to terms with it yet,” Harry replied as if that made any sense whatsoever.

            “Come to terms with what…?” Louis asked in confusion.

            “That he’s gay,” Harry replied.