Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Six: Meeting Harry Styles

"What's going on in here?" I yell. The two boys turn to me. Harry looks relieved, while Liam looks at me like I'm the stupidest person in the world.
"There's a stranger in our flat Niall," Liam yells and points to Harry.
"He's not a stranger, he's my friend and he's staying with us," I say and go to stand by Harry who still looks scared as hell.
"Oh," Liam says, his tough guy facade dropping.
He looks at Harry. "I'm sorry mate. Niall didn't tell me we had a guest. I'm sure you can understand..." Liam trails off gently.
Harry nods but doesn't say anything.
"Can I talk to you Ni?" Liam asks me.
I can tell that he wants to talk about Harry.
"Sure thing," I tell him.
I turn to Harry, "You can wait for me in my room, I'll be right there," I say softly.
Harry nods at me and turns to go into my room. I find Liam in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a conflicted face.
"You wanted to talk?" I ask, taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
"What the hell is going on here? I'm gone for one day and you've opened up our home to a complete stranger," Liam explains.
"He's not a stranger, he's my friend," I protest.
"Where did you even meet him?" Liam asks me.
"I met him a couple of nights ago, after you got your assignment. He was hurt so I helped him out," I tell him.
"And he didn't go home after?"
"He's homeless," I mumble.
"What?" Liam exclaims, "He's homeless? Not only did you invite a homeless person in, you don't know anything about him either Niall. He could have taken everything that we have! What were you thinking?"
"He wouldn't do that," I glare at Liam.
"How do you know?"
"Because he won't even let me buy him things," I say, voice getting louder and louder.
"You don't need to be buying him things. He got himself into that mess," Liam says.
I stand abruptly and slam my hands on the counter.
"Don't talk about him like that," I growl.
"Whatever Niall. I can't deal with this right now. I'm staying at Lou's and Z's. He better not go in my room."
Liam grabs his coat and leaves. Still angry, I stomp to my room. Harry stands from my bed startled as I slam my door open.
"I'm so freaking mad right now," I say as I start pacing my room, "How could he..."
"Ni," Harry calls me softly.
I ignore him and keep pacing. Why is Liam being such a dick all of a sudden? Yes, I was wrong not to tell him that Harry is now living with us, but I forgot! I guess I should have talked to him to see if he if he minded that Harry stays with us, but he still shouldn't have yelled at Harry for no reason! I don't know what to do at this point.
"Niall," Harry says more stern, grabbing my shoulders to stop me.
I look up at him. His green eyes calm me almost instantly.
"Maybe I should go," he whispers.
"No! Don't go just because Liam's being an ass," I tell him. "Please," I whisper.
Harry stares into my eyes as he thinks. I plead him to stay with my eyes. He must see it because he sighs, "Fine, I'll stay."
I grin up at him, "Thank you. Now come on," I tell him and grab his hand.
I drag Harry to the front door. I slip on my shoes and coat and hand Harry one of my extra coats.
"Where are we going?" He asks. The coat is too small for him and I try to hold in my laughter, he doesn't complain though.
"Shopping," I tell him like its no big deal, which it isn't.
"Niall," he protests, stopping mid-stride.
"Please just let me do this for you," I beg, grabbing his hand in mine. It's warm and it feels like that's where it should be. Harry nods at me, giving in. I don't want to let go of his hand because of how right it feels, but I loosen my grip on his. His hand tightens on mine, and I blush. We hold hands as we walk to the station.
I scan my thumb and select tickets for two to go to the city. We wait for the train in silence. It's comfortable, just the two of us, holding hands.
The train appears and we board. We stand, our free hands holding onto the bars above our heads as our other hands still hold one another.
I can't help but think if this was just a friendly thing. I don't even know if Harry swings that way, but then again friends don't hold hands, especially in public.
Liam's words suddenly play back in my head, you don't even know him. He's right, but I'm going to change that.
"Is this where we get off?" Harry asks, cutting into my thoughts.
"Um," I say as I look out the window to see where we are, "Yes."
I take him to the suit shop first.
"These look expensive," Harry says, looking around the store.
"They're not," I lie.
"Hello boys, may I help you?" A worker asks. His name tag says Paul.
"Yes, my friend here is looking for a suit," I tell him, gesturing to Harry.
"Well then, let's get you measured up," Paul smiles.
Harry and I follow him to where he'll be measured. Harry slips off the coat and holds it out to me. The man measures Harry and tells us what size to look for. We thank him and search for something that Harry likes. He decides on a suit jacket, a dress shirt, dress pants, and a scarf. He also picks out a hat that he thinks looks really good. I just laugh.
We head over to the coat section to find him one that actually fits. He chooses a brown pea coat. I think it looks really good on him but I refrain from saying anything.
When we check out and the man tells me the price I swear Harry nearly dies, but I just press my thumb to the pad and sign for the clothes.
We get Harry some other clothes and other necessities that he needs. I let him pick out whatever he wants. I also get him his very own MyTab despite his protests.
"What if I need to contact you?" I say.
He huffs and I buy it for him. It's getting late by the time we're done, so I take Harry down to my favorite place for dinner.
"I don't know how I can ever repay you Niall," Harry says seriously.
"Can we not talk about this again?" I ask, "I just want to enjoy this meal and get to finally know you."
"What do you want to know?" Harry asks hesitantly.
Our waiter decides that now is the perfect time to come and take our order. I glare at him until he leaves.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Harry chuckled, "Like I said, I just want to get to know you. We'll start with something simple. What's your full name?"
Harry mumbles something under his breath that I don't quite catch.
"Huh?"
"My full name is Harry Edward Styles."
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