Our Plan {narry}

Chapter 30: Sleepless nights and city lights

                  I couldnt sleep.

        The room was dimly lit, the only sounds coming from the fan Liam had insisted we put in the living room.I had wanted to argue, because it hurts me that the only sound I could hear was a fan. Lately, I had gotten so used to falling asleep to the sounds of Harry's peaceful breathing. But now, i was only reminded more of Harry;s absence by the stillness of the room. Also, by the cold, empty space next to me. The sheets were perfectly made, and the blankets were cuddled up around my neck. But of course, that only made me feel worse. If Harry were here, like I wished he was more than I could even begin to explain, the sheets should be falling off the bed, and there should be a battle going on between us over who got the covers. And this always resulted in Harry burrowed up in my arms, though I couldn't say I minded.

For the love of God just go to sleep

My brain attempted to plead with me. And to be honest, I wanted nothing more than to do just that. But I couldn't bring myself to. It would be one of those nights, I knew, where your mind would just not shut off.  It was as if your brain was trying to tell you something, and needed you to listen to everything it said. Well my mind was doing that now, and it was sure content on getting its message across, and didn't seem to care that I had to get up in five hours, and put on a happy face for the world to see. Put on a happy face for the people who didn't know, and possibly never would know, about Harry and I. And I would be lying if I said that didn't make me just a bit emotional.

My mind told me to sleep once more, so I did the only thing I could think of that would ease my mind. I thought of Harry.

***

"Hang on Ni." He whispered. Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. For a moment, I freaked out. What was he doing? Hugging me? But my excitement was quickly washed away when I felt him lift my body up, and place me in the car. He pushed me lightly, so my bum landed softly onto the seat. Even thought he wasn't being affectionate, he was the only one who sprinted out of the car and took my pain away. I felt my heart swell with joy that he cared so much about me. Harry slid back in, closing the door behind him seconds before Louis started driving away. He placed his body down right next to mine, unnecessarily close to me considering there was another seat about a foot away from me, and right now his right leg was pressed to left one. I could feel his breath on my neck, and it sent shivers down my spine. Oh gosh Niall, do not freak out, do not go all fangirlish on him. I take a very quiet, deep breath and turn to face him. Is it just me or is his face really close?

"Thanks for helping me up mate." I said, trying my hardest to keep my voice calm. I watched as a small smile formed on his lips as he looked away from me.

"No problem love." He whispered

***

        I smiled as I thought back on that day that seemed like years ago, but was really only weeks. I remembered it so clearly, so vividly, and the way that Harry's fingertips had left burning hole into my skin, or rather it felt like it. I remember the way the word love had seemed to fall so easily off his lips, but had seemed to mean to damn much to me. The way it had all been so hard to keep a secret, and the way I had wanted nothing more than to tell him, which eventually I did. It just seemed so surreal to me now that while then I was so worried about how I felt for him, he was actually stressing over how he liked me the same way.

***

 

"Kick it." He whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. I raised my eyebrows at him, just because the situation was so odd. Never the less, I pulled my good leg back and nudged the ball over to Harry. He reached out a cold, shaky hand and grasped my arm as he turned around. I didn't know what he was doing, considering he knew I couldn't play. However I wasn't about to argue with Harry holding onto me, so I just went along with it. He stood with his back towards me, and crouched down slightly. For a moment, I was slightly confused, until I realized what he wanted me to do. I stumbled forward, glancing over at Louis who wore an amused expression on his slightly bruised face. I glanced back towards Harry, as I jumped up slightly, landing on his back. My good leg wrapped around his waist as I shakily wrapped my arms around his neck. His cold arms looped under my good knee, and he let the other leg hang loosely around his waste so he didn't bother it. I was all to aware of the closeness, and as he began to run with the football between his feet, I was all to aware of him. I suddenly found myself with the strong urge to snuggle my face into his soft, inviting hair, but I hesitated to do so. Why was I hesitating? This was probably the only chance I would have to actually feel his hair, so why was I wasting it? Feeling sad, yet at the same time daring I slowly inched my face closer to his hair, letting my nose brush against the back of his neck. Right when I was about to pull back, Harry stumbled over the ball slightly, causing my head to jolt up and into his curly locks.