all niall knew was that at some point, he stopped chasing him.
niall went through stages: awe, want, infatuation, admiration. but before he knew it, he stopped keeping track.
Or
niall runs through memories before the band breaks up.
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"and all the pieces fall
when you smile back at me
am I the cause?
or am I a poster child for pity?"
Awe.
That was the one word that sixteen year old Niall would use when describing his bandmate. Every time he looked at him it was just complete and utter awe. At first, he had assumed it was due to the fact that everyone else seemed the have the same reaction; the curly hair, the dimples accompanying his devilish smile, and the eyes that seemed way too innocent to ever be paired with such an expression. People fell for it just the way they fell for all the young celebrities, whether it'd be the simple fact of fawning over such a face to then transitioning into a crazed addict.
Niall never knew what that felt like- to be admired and loved by so many almost immediately, and so as anyone would imagine, his first reaction to Harry Styles was just like everyone else.
Harry was the sun, he was the magnetic pull that kept everyone together, and never did the innocent Irish teen expect to fall victim to it, but he did. Quite obviously too, when he looks back it now. He had fallen into ease with the stares, the giggles, the rush of his heart and the spread of the butterflies. Looking at Harry back then felt like he was lighting himself on fire and jumping into an ice cold pool all at once.
"So, Harry, who's your favorite member of the band so far?"
They only ever asked him that question, and Niall couldn't deny that Harry truly was the most important opinion either way. He remembered from that interview just the quiet murmur of Louis' name, and wondered how much of their interactions he was missing that the fans immediately knew an answer.
"Uh," the poor boy was obviously off guard, weighing his answer carefully as he looked between Louis and whoever seemed to stand backstage- most likely management. "Niall."
The answer was rushed and elicited a laugh from the crowd as if liking the scrawny boy with crooked teeth and a loud laugh was something amusing to them. He didn't realize it at the time, didn't notice the tell tale signs, because at the end of the day all he cared for was Harry's half genuine smile.
To this day he can remember the burn of his cheeks that lasted till he fell asleep.
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"here we go again
i kinda wanna be more than friends
so take it easy on me
im afraid you're never satisfied,"
At this time, they were eighteen. Two years in and somehow they became the biggest names in the industry. It caused anxiety to linger through each of them in a variety of ways. With Louis it was the constant tug of his hair, Liam with the constant need to be in control (though even now, there was no way the boy could ever be control for one second and maybe that's why it drove him crazy when they would go off doing their own thing,), and with Zayn it struck hardest. You could see it in the way he shrunk back, the way he only ever exposed himself on stage whilst singing with eyes closed.
It was why during this time Harry and Niall became HarryandNiall, at least according to the blonde. They were too hyper to ever keep still, and so as a result they went off on their crazy midnight rendezvous with one another just to try to calm the rush they were feeling.
