complicated. [n.s]

15. rude introduction

[ thanks for 300 votes! :DD

my concert was on august 9 and i just want to confirm that the boys ARE REAL. surprisingly. ]

"liam?"

"harry? why are you calling me at 10 at night? and why are you whispering? aren't you supposed to be with niall?"

"one question at a time, please."

"alright. why are you calling me at 10 at night?"

"i needed your fatherly advice."

"oh dear. why are you whispering?"

"i, uh... may be hiding in the bathroom downstairs. y'know, the one that smells really good. i'm going to steal the air freshener in here. i could live off of the smell."

"right. aren't you supposed to be with niall?"

"no, he's got zayn with him."

"zayn? zayn malik? what the hell is he doing hanging around with niall?"

"wait, you know him?"

"yeah! niall whined to me about him for a good week. the lad apparently doesn't know when to stop flirting with niall. he likes to push his boundaries a lot. poor boy."

"what? are you fucking kidding me?"

"whoa, harry, settle down there."

"no! i left him alone with niall. god knows what he's doing right now. he's probably running a hand up niall's thigh right now, or kissing his marble jawline, or seductively winking, or some bullshit like that!"

"calm dow--"

"i see the look in his eyes when he stares at niall. at first i thought 'huh, he's really fond of niall.' oh, but now i know. now i know."

"harry, your voice is risi--"

"i swear to god, if zayn malik pulls one move on my boy i will not hesitate to introduce his face to my fist. you know how you can select how to greet people in the sims 3? yeah, my fist is going to select 'rude introduction!'"

"you're shit at threats, mate."

"i don't care! liam, i don't want him anywhere near niall now."

"i shouldn't have told you anything, huh?"

"no, probably not. now i have to hate niall's best friend who apparently has a massive crush on him. how am i supposed to go out there and talk to him?"

"wait, is he outside? as in sitting in the living room?"

"maybe."

"harry, you were practically shouting about him! what if he heard?"

"oh. oops."

"you're a genius. an absolute genius."

"i'm not, though, so that's why i have you. your intelligence makes up for my lack of brain cells."

"do you know how many times you've called me dumb?"

"too many. anyway, what should i do now?"

"honestly, i have no clue. just go out there and talk to him normally. if he bothers you enough, pull him aside and talk to him about it. tell him you want him to stop."

"but doesn't that sound kind of selfish? i'm telling him to put his crush on hold because i have a crush on niall."

"play it off as telling him he looked like he was making niall uncomfortable."

"d'ya think it will work?"

"dunno. guess you'll just have to try it."

"don't tell me that. that's not helping me at all."

"sorry." there was muffled talking in the background and liam disappeared for a few seconds. "sorry, harry, i have to go."

"who is that in the background?"

"um... a girl."

"a girl?! you have a girl over and you actually bothered to pick up the phone? you are a gentleman, liam payne. i bow down to you."

"we're just friends."

"tell me that again in a week when you start to develop feelings for her. bye li!"

"bye harry. don't rudely introduce your fist to zayn's face, please."

"no promises."