complicated. [n.s]

16. larry biles

[ I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS CHAPTER ]

zayn made harry absolutely uncomfortable. he kept on looking at niall with these eyes, these hungry looking eyes. harry had to put a stop to it.

"so, niall, if henry is sleeping in the guest room, where am i sleeping?"

"it's harry."

"let niall answer the question, jerry."

"uh... the couch?"

"the couch? as in the one we're sitting on now?"

"i don't own any other couches, z."

"maybe a bed would be nicer than this thing."

"you've slept in the guest bed a lot of times already."

"who said i'd sleep in the guest bed?"

"well, that's the only bed you can sleep in."

"i think there's room for one more in your bed."

harry let out a loud cough, and niall glanced at him with worried eyes.

"are you okay?"

"yeah, i should be fine." harry let out another fake cough, making it seem like he wasn't fine. "actually, princess, could you get me some water? my throat is scratchy."

" 'course. z, keep him company. i'll be right back, haz."

when niall left, zayn turned to harry with an amused smile.

"nice coughing. sounded almost real."

"thanks."

"of course. haz, is it? what a nickname!"

"niall didn't really come up with it. my friend liam did. niall adapted it a bit though."

"cute. and princess? seriously?"

"is there something wrong with it?"

"of course not. it's just that if i tried to call him princess, he'd ignore me for decades."

"i guess he just likes me more."

"oh really?"

"yes really."

"wow, you didn't even apologize. you're kind of dickish."

"only to people like you."

"people like me? what's wrong with people like me?"

"the way you're shamelessly flirting with someone like niall horan."

"by someone like niall horan do you mean someone who is hot?'

do not rudely introduce your fist to his face, harry reminded himself.

"no, i mean someone who is confused about his sexuality. you're torturing the poor lad."

zayn laughed. he actually laughed.

"oh, bless you. so clueless."

"clueless?!"

"yes, clueless. you think niall is confused about his sexuality. you are extremely clueluess. i should call you clueless perry."

"harry."

"whatever, scary."

"what do you mean by clueless?"

"i don't know if i should tell you or not. i don't want you to stop thinking niall's innocent. it's good to pretend for a little while."

"please tell me."

"why?"

"please just do."

"look at you! larry biles is begging me tell him about niall. speaking of which, don't you think he's taking a long time to get water? maybe i should go check on him."

"zayn. tell me right now."

the corners of zayn's mouth twitched up into a half smile and he crossed his arms, leaning back further into the couch.

"you really want to know, huh?"

"yeah."

"alright. niall horan is gay. he's very gay and he's very aware of it."

"what? no he's not."

"oh, but he is. you see, mr. cryles, not only is niall aware of his sexuality, but he used to use it to his advantage."

"no."

"oh yeah! he'd act innocent, make the boys chase after him, give them a few kisses here and there, and then when it came to getting down and dirty, he let them go."

"but... i thought..."

"oh, don't worry, berry. niall knows he is gay, but that doesn't mean he will just accept the fact. he's actually convinced himself he's not. poor guy, going out of his mind. he just needs someone to break down his walls."

"and i assume you're the one to do that?"

"no, you are."

okay, that surprised harry a little.

"i'm officially lost."

"would you believe it if i told you i tried to give niall a blowjob?"

"oh my god. that's disgusting. please stop."

"no, this story is important. i flirt with him all the time, but i don't expect to get anywhere with it. there was one night when he was piss drunk and was clinging on to me, giggling and kissing my cheek a bunch. he missed and ended up kissing my lips, and i was hooked. we made out a little, and he is not a good drunken kisser."

"zayn, this is torture to my ears."

"tell your ears to stop being pussies, then. anyway, we made it back to my place, and the entire time i was thinking 'yes! i'm finally gonna get laid.' well, fate didn't work out for me that night. i had gotten him naked, and i was about to suck his--"

"okay, if you're going to continue with the story, please be a bit less descriptive."

"fine. i was like a beaver and i was about to take his wood--"

"zayn!"

"the point of the story is i never got the chance to because he started crying and pushing me away. he doesn't want to be gay, harry, but i need you to show him that it's okay."

"and why do i need to do it?"

"because you're the only one who really seems to care about it. niall's absolutely delicate. a few words could shatter his entire existence. you're different from other people i've seen have a crush on him. you look at him like you should look at him; like he's your entire world. i want to see where your relationship goes."

harry was stunned. in fact, that was an understatement. he might as well have been shot with a taser.

"haz, i'm sorry i took so long to get your water. i couldn't find the water bottles."

"sorry, i think i moved them when i was in the kitchen earlier."

"you're a knob, z. harry could've been dying out here."

"oh, trust me, he practically was."