Perfect - A Narry Fan Fiction

He just couldn't close his eyes.

It was usually easy. He'd just close his eyes, and let everything leave his mind.

But tonight, something kept him awake.

Harry Styles, lay in bed, staring up at the celing, watching as the moon crept

through his blinds, making reflections on his celing. It reminded him of Louis.

Nothing at the moment was actually bothering him. The only sound was was

to be heard was the rising and falling of his chest, commonly known as his

breathing. He kept his breaths steady and slow.

What was on his mind was a completly different story. He didn't exactly

know what it was, or who it was for that matter, though whatever or whoever

it was, was keeping him awake longer than he should of.

A viabration came from the side of the bed.

Rolling over, onto his side, scooping up the iPhone which sat on the end-table.

It was already 2am, and Harry hadn't had one piece of sleep.

He'd been laying here for an hour, just admiring the patterns on the ceiling.

From: Lou

You asleep?

What was Louis doing, texting Harry at this hour? Sure, the curly haired boy

was awake, however, what was lad from Doncaster doing, texting him, at 2am.

Something must of gone wrong.

To: Lou

No. Is everything ok?

Within a matter of seconds, the phone viabrated once more, Harry unlocked

the phone, and quickly scanned the responce, his emerald green eyes widening

as he read the message.

From: Lou

It's Niall.

He needs you, Harry.

Harry sighed, and rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes, even though he wasn't

that tired, and that he hadn't even slept.

Grabbing a pair of trousers, he quickly pulled them on, before grabbing a belt,

looping the belt through the belt loops.

T-shirt he was wearing earlier sat on the floor, abanndoned. Not anymore.

He quickly pulled the shirt over his head, before quickly slipping on his Converse.

With a quick ruffle of the curls, the grab of a jacket, and the snatch of the keys,

Harry drove to Niall's house, wondering what on earth was wrong.