Chasing Ari (a 1D Fanfic )

Chapter 18

***Niall's POV***

Harry gave me a clasp on the back. "See. Easy, wasn't it?" He smiles.

I let out a breath. "It wasn't that bad," I reply. "And she said yes!" I was absolutely estatic, and to be honest, a little nervous. I haven't taken a girl on the date in a bit over a year because of tours and the shows and the insanity of the band. 

"This is great, my little Niall is growing up." Harry says before spreading out on the couch he would be spleeping on tonight. He was too lazy to drive back home.

I scoffe at his remark, "I still older than you, Hazz. Don't forget." 

"Physically,"  he retorts. "But mentally, I'm way older than you. I've been told I'm an old soul." He raises his eyebrows at the last sentance.

"Whatever." I brush the comment off. After a moment we turn our attention back at the tele, where the weather report was playing. Harry was set on play a round of golf tommorow. 

Harry's cellular beeps and he frantically picks up phone to respond. He miles and laugh quietly to himself. It was probably Sydney. He types out a message on the key board and lays the phone down on his chest. He is still smiling as another text message comes and and he send out another response.

He wasn't even watching the weather anymore. He was too busy smiling and responding to text messages. He looks utterly in bliss. 

I was a little jealous.

I want that.

I want someone to talk to. I want someone to snuggle with. I want someone to cheer me up when my days aren't the best. I want someone to make me smile. I want someone to be cute with. To wear matching outfits together and have playfull arguments. I want someone who can understand me and I understand them. 

I want somebody to love me for who I really am.

Just like Sydney loved Harry. Like Harry loved Sydney. 

Now that I think about it. I've been rather lonely the past year or so.

The only people I could really talk to were the boys and my family. Even so, I still couldn't talk to them about everything. 

Harry's phone goes off again, making me a little ticked off. It kinda pissed me off the way he was smiling.  I automatically glare at him with out even realising it. After a second, I catch myself.

What am I doing? I should be happy. Happy that Harry has someone to make him happy. 

Being happy is such an abstract concept to me. It seems so simple, but everyone is always striving to achive it. Everyone wants to be happy. And I think thats the problem in its self. You can't want to be happy. You just have to be happy.