complicated. [n.s]

25. too great

"you've been in such a good mood lately, harry."

"oh, liam, you have no idea how amazing my life is at the moment."

"well, based on your instagram bio and recent tweets, i'd say your life is absolutely amazing. i take it you and niall are a thing now?"

"it's not exactly official. in fact, it's not official at all. but he said we could make something work and we cuddle a lot and he kissed me yesterday so i mean --"

"stop right there. he kissed you and you didn't tell me anything?"

"yeah, i --"

"he kissed you and you didn't tell me anything?"

harry shrugged, his cheeks heating up. liam looked appalled.

"wow, okay. some friend you are."

"hey! i was still trying to recover from the fact that was actually touched lips. we freaking touched lips, liam!"

"i know that, just giving you a hard time. i'm really happy for you, ya know? it's about time things are working out in your favor."

"i know. it feels like forever since i've actually been this happy."

"it feels like forever since i've seen you genuinely smile."

"i dunno, though. this all seems a bit too great for me."

"too great?"

"well, yeah. it's like, i've had such a hard time lately and now suddenly everything seems to be okay. just feels like there has to be a catch. of course, that might just be me."

"it might just be you, mate. you're just expecting for the bad to happen."

"it sucks that i expect bad things."

"i know it does. i've been in your situation before."

"no you haven't."

"not exactly your situation, but i know what it feels like to think that something awful is going to happen after everything is going so well. it's just a tiny feeling of insecurity, right? just try to push that back. you're just too used to having to work for happiness, as awful as that sounds."

"you're probably right."

"i'm always right."

"i beg to differ."

"that's a shame."

"your phone is ringing."

"no, mate, that's yours."

"it's probably louis or something."

harry was shocked to see that it was niall. he answered, pressing a finger to his lips to make sure liam stayed quiet during this.

"oh, hey niall!"

"hey, harry. can you come over?"

"but i just left."

"i miss you already. it feels weird not having you here."

"i bet it does. i can probably make it over there sometime soon. maybe not today, though. i think louis wants me to meet up with him and go to some girl's party. no, wait, i know he wants us to go to the party. in fact, i was just about to leave for it with liam."

"oh. uh, alright. well, whenever you can show up, please do. i miss my haz."

"i miss my princess."

"oh god, we're cheesy."

"ew."

"i'm gagging, you just can't see me."

"i'd hear you gagging."

"nonsense."

"truesense."

"that doesn't work."

"whatever."

"hurry up or we're going to be late to the party."

harry gave liam the stink eye and held up one finger, signaling to give him a moment.

"i've gotta go now, niall. i'll see you soon, okay?"

"do you promise?"

"of course i promise. bye, princess."

"bye, babe."

harry almost didn't catch the nickname before he hung up. but he did catch the nickname. and he just turned to liam with the widest eyes ever.

"what is it?"

"he just called me babe."

"seriously? never thought niall was the one to call someone babe."

"liam! he called me babe!"

"harry, i know."

"liam!"

"are you wheezing?"

"he called me babe!"

"oh, jesus christ, you are so in love with him."

"i might be! i don't know. but i'm his babe. babe!"

"yeah, i got that."