199 Letters And Counting (Sequel to 199 Letters) (BoyxBoy

Chapter 11

I seriously just realized Liam is practically never in this book. Well, he is in this chapter! I know it's cheesy or cliché, but I'm totally breaking out Disney. Sorry for not being sorry ;)

(P. S. You should totally take a guess to which I'll choose. No cheating!)

Also, I'm sorry for no updates... I won't try to say anything to make it up. I'm trying though and I hope this helps? Thanks for all the continued support. You're all amazing.

~JD Xx
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"Honey, I'm home!" A male toned voice called through the house; following the loud crash of the apartment door opening.

Harry had heard the noise of the door opening soon enough to get up from the living room couch, and check who the intruder was. Just before the gears in his mind clicked in the registration to who's voice called out, he peered into the entry hall. Then, his usually gloomy face broke into a grin. He realized whom stood there, shaking off the extra drops of rain from his coat.

"Liam!" Harry cried in a joyful rush, "I've missed you, my darling!" He played along, "Dinner is on the stove."

Running down the hall, the two embraced as the door closed behind them. Liam laughed at his friend. With a playful smile, Harry pulled away and looked at Liam.

"I wasn't expecting you," Harry admitted sheepishly, "I could've actually made food or something."

Liam waved the curly haired lad off, "Its not you're fault; I could've- should've- called." He paused and looked at Harry with eyes that resembled a shy little boy's, "I just wanted to spend a day with you. We haven't hung out in a while and, well, I was too excited to stop and call first."

Harry felt himself choke up and instead smiled as widely as he could. He embraced the older lad again and hugged him as tight as he could. With all the chaos in his life, Harold was thankful beyond words to still have stability in his friends. He felt in his bones that as long as he had them, he could get through anything. Including these nightmares.

"I even brought some movies with me," Li mumbled into Harry's thinner shoulder. The curly haired boy's body shook with quiet laughter, and Liam continued, "And I actually did order a pizza before here ahead of time."

That broke dear Harold into an all out belly laugh. It wasn't all that funny, what Liam had done, but Harry was too gay just from the presence. His heart sung like it hadn't in so long; it felt peaceful. His heart beat to a rhythm and added to the song; it made him feel stronger. And finally, the notes of laughter which echoed out his throats were the most wonderful lyrics. They warmed his blood and curved his lips up into the smile. The rest of the world melted around him, as everything sat silent to listen to the music. And when the notes played out, the world regained color brighter than it had before. The symphony gave back more color than just the previous black and white Harry seemed to live in.

"Thank you," Harry closed his performance; tears in his emerald eyes. Liam just smiled back without any words.

The two took that time to move from the hall to the living room. There, Liam inserted a disc of his choice, before joining H on the couch. They each watched in comfortable silence as the title screen was pulled up. Again, this also pulled the sound of Harry's music.

"Really?!" He giggled in astonished bewilderment, "Aladdin?"

Liam roiled his eyes with a playful huff of annoyance, "You all complain too much about Toy Story and Batman. I thought maybe this would be something different?" He wondered with a smile.

Harold shook his head and laughed a little more. "You're crazy, Li."

L gushed, "Aw!" He leaned over with a wide grin and gripped his friend in a tight hug and spoke with a high pitched voice, "I love you, too, Babe!"

"Ah, my eyes!" Someone screamed from the hall doorway. The two peered over and saw a particular Irishman standing there. "PDA alert! My innocence, it's gone!"

The pair peered around to see a particular Irishman stood standing there. His blond hair wild and unkept, was sprayed out in all directions. Including, through the pale white fingers that covered his ocean blue orbs in his eyes. It earned him a chuckle from the other two lads.

"Sorry, Nialler," Liam greeted respectfully.

A single blue eye peeked out through his fingers, as though checking if the coast were clear. When Li leaned off H, he took that as the sign and uncovered himself. Harry spoke up before Ni could, and asked when he had come home. As far as Harry had known, there would be no reason to expect Niall for a few more hours. The boy hadn't responded to any text or call, so it had been assumed he would give some sort of message when he was ready to be home. Yet, here he unexpectedly was.

Niall easy explained, walking back out to the hall and calling behind him, "There was some guy walking up to the door with a pizza. I caught him before he knocked, told him I live here, and paid so to take the food off his hands." Niall returned at that moment with said pizza.

"Holy greasy food," Harry hummed, "That smells amazing."

Niall ginned, taking a seat with the box away from the other two. "I know," he agreed, "And you two get to watch me eat every bite of it."

Liam's eyes almost came out of there sockets at this claim, "But that's ours!"

Niall shrugged and opened the cardboard lid, "Not anymore. I paid for it."

The only response anymore as Niall dug into the garnish covered dough and tomato sauce, was Liam excusing himself to call for another pizza. As he walked into the quiet hall, Harry didn't wait to begin the movie.

"What're we wachin'?" Niall asked around his mouthful of food.

Harry rolled his eyes as the impoliteness but smiled as he answered teasingly, "Just watch."

"Bu-" he started.

"Watch," Harold demanded.

And that became the end of anymore conversation in the living room. Liam returned just after the opening scene; just to momentarily leave again a half hour later for the arrival of the second pizza. The only time anyone said anything, was to sing alone with Genie. Then, when the film finished, there were simple goodbyes from Liam. To the boys' shock, all three of them managed to fallen asleep for hours. When they woke up, it was nearly seven at night. But, with still full tummies and sleepy eyes, each agreed to call it a night early. Niall and Harry, also saying goodbye afterwards to go to their comfy beds; where, in Harry's case, he would continue to wait for Lou to come home from his "date" with El.

Niall, though, didn't particularly want to agree to this.

See, he had only pretended to be sleeping when he noticed his mates waking up. In honesty, he had spent the hours admiring his love's face. The way there was no trace of a wrinkle of worry or thought; even on his eye lids. The way the curls tumbled over the right eye, his ear tips, and just slightly on the armchair he was slumped against. To Niall, sleeping Harry was a more beautiful image than any famous painting. An image, which he snuck a shot of, to look at whenever he needed it's reminder. Reminder of perfection. No, Niall did not want Harry to go through the door to his bedroom. Niall didn't want to go to his. He wasn't strong enough to ignore the tug to the bathroom, when he got that close to it. If he stayed outside the closed door, he could use the wood as a wall. But, past his bedroom door, there were no more walls. Only a beaconing light, shining out the open loo door.

The room shouted angrily at him. The walls told him he were a fool and he would never deserve Harry. It told him he were pathetic for promising to go along with Zayn and their friend's plan. The walls pushed him. The walls guided him. To the love of hatred that the blades had to offer him.

Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving. Just as Niall pictured Harry would be after the plan went into motion.