Bromancin' (One Direction Short Stories)

He Will Be Loved (Narry)

Harry's P.O.V

Niall walked by me and the sweet smell of his cologne was like a cool slap in the face. He gave me a small innocent smile, and I could see his braces. He was already perfect, the braces were just perfecting him even more. My eyes began to skim his body until they stopped at his chest. He wore a green button down, yet the silly lad buttoned it wrong!

"Hey there, Nialler, need some assistance?" I said and pointed to his shirt. 

He peered down and began to blush.

"Oh, Yeah, Uh,"

He fumbled with the buttons and made no progress. I stepped forward and placed my hands on his. He froze and looked up at me as I began to bring his hands down to his sides. I unbuttoned all of the buttons and then began buttoning his shirt from the top. 

Once I was done, he thanked me nervously. I don't know why, I was just buttoning his shirt! We have seen each other naked for god's sake!

"Harry, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can. What is it, Nialler?"

"What would you do if your best friend had a crush on you, but didn't want to tell you because they were afraid to kill the bond you two built?"

The question had got me thinking not only of the answer, but why he asked it. It was out of the blue, but I answered anyways.

"Well, I would, if I liked them back, make something of it. If not, I would tell them that we should stay friends. I would make sure to make that clear, so that they could take it upon themselves if it was right to tell me."

I looked down for a second and thought about my crush on Niall. I wanted to ask him the same exact question. My response was exactly what I was afraid of; what if Niall didn't want me? The only one I've ever talked to about my sexuality was Louis and he totally accepted me because he was my best friend. But, with Niall it was different; he was actually the one I was crushing on. 

How would I tell him?

How would he react?

"Niall, if you are afraid of rejection, I know exactly how you feel," I mumbled and continued to look down. "But, listen, don't be afraid to step forward and talk to them about it. I should be taking my own advice. Just remember you have my shoulder to cry on! I'm always here for ya!" I looked up and smiled.

The small leprachaun opened his arms and pulled me in for a hug. 

"Thanks Harry."

"No problem."

"Uh, Harry, what if telling them really jeopardizes a serious relationship?"

"It's a gamble. You'll never know untill you try," I replied.

"Well, then, uh, Harry, one more thing:what if I told you I was, well, liked boys too?"

"I would still love you Niall. I can't stop being your friend because of your relationship prefrences!"

Niall had a great big smile on his face and it just warmed my heart to see that. Was he asking me these questions because he was questioning his own sexuality? That's weird. I have been asking myself the same thing because I noticed that I have been looking at Niall a different way lately. It would be amazing if I could find some way to tell if I really did like guys or not. 

I got an idea and began to approach Niall, scooping his face up in my hands.

"Wait, Harry, I li-"

Without letting him go on, I pressed our lips together. It was a different feeling. Girls usually hand make-up and lip gloss on, so it would be hard to kiss them without covering your face with Maybelline. It was sticky and sparkly, but Niall's lips were naturally pink and soft. Besides his eyes and hair, it was one of his best features. 

Niall pulled away all of a sudden.

"Harry! I was trying to tell you that I-I-I like you."

A sweet pink colour appeared on the snowflake's cheeks. He smiled shyly and looked up at me. 

"I know, Niall. I heard you."

I chuckled and pulled him in for one more kiss. I knew what I wanted; I didn't want boys in general, I wanted this one soul: Niall James Horan. And, fortunately, he wanted me too.