harry and niall are home now, next to each other on the couch. they're watching "jersey boys" and niall's head is rested on harry's shoulder.
"niall, do you think those are really their accents?"
"no."
"oh. they sound pretty real to me."
"well, they're actors. the one who's playing frankie was the original actor for him on broadway."
"that's so cool."
"isn't it?"
"i'd love to be on broadway."
"really?"
"yeah. you wouldn't want to be?"
"well, harry, i have terrible stage fright and i can't act for shit, so no. i don't think i would want to be."
"i'm not that good of an actor either. i can just imagine the rush of singing in front of all of those people."
"maybe you should just become a professional singer."
"but then i'd have to make up my own songs. if i was on broadway, they'd make up songs for me."
"that is very, very true."
"what exactly do you want to do when you're older?"
"i am older."
"yeah, but i don't know where you work or if you have a college degree or if you actually have a dream job."
"didn't go to college. i work at a supermarket in the next town over right now. i think everyone has a dream job but mine is so unlikely it's kind of embarrassing."
"tell me. you of all people should know i won't judge."
"when i was a little kid, i wanted to be a producer. not for tv or anything, but for music."
"that's really awesome, niall! i don't understand why it's embarrassing."
"because it'll absolutely never happen."
"that's not true."
"oh, but it is."
"you can-"
"don't give me that 'you can do anything you want to' bullshit speech because if i could do anything i wanted to, i'd be rich from all of the banks i robbed."
"fine, fine. i'm just trying to make you feel better."
"i appreciate that. you're really great, you know? i don't think i've ever told you straight up that, but you are."
"thanks, princess."
"is it strange i'm starting to get used to the nickname?"
harry smiled and wrapped an arm around niall's shoulder, pulling the irish boy even closer to him.
"not at all."

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complicated. [n.s]
Fanfiction"why did it have to be me? it's just my luck that i have a massive crush on the most complicated guy on the face of this earth." // © 2014 louisbacon [short story #228]