Niall's Story

Chapter 6

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I sat up in confusion, looking at Liam as he just continued chuckling to himself. If i just heard that correctly, he.. he just said that..

"You're not joking right? You wouldn’t joke like that.. Right?" i jumped up onto him now. My heart, now, is beating a mile a minute. He just said that.. Harry.. And.. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Thinking straight i just sit there now, as Liam starts speaking out. I can’t really hear him; He has a soft voice that he practically has to yell to get someone to pay attention. I should be listening but I can’t keep my concentration on him. Liam voice keeps fading out. "Liam? Liam i cant here you!" I yell out now, but he just keeps talking. Now, I’m just getting frustrated.

I reach over to touch his arm but I just go right through it. “LIAM!!” I shout now scared. What in the fuck was going on? “Say something!!” I looked around and jumped off the bed, breathing fast. Maybe if I get his attention…

So I start throwing random things off the shelfs. Maybe.. maybe..

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 Wake up in a sweat, breathing hard as I look around. Just a dream... Fuck. My eyes start filling up with tears. I hear someone running down the hall towards me. I went back under my blankets, hiding myself from the person coming towards me.

“Niall!! What’s going on? Why were you screaming? What’s wrong?!” It was Harry. I tried to move away from him because the tears only multiplied until they were spilling over. I couldn’t help it anymore. I was whimpering now, and Harry fought with my to bring the blankets down. My cheeks were flushed pink as the tears streamed down them. “Niall..” He whispered, and reached over to whip them off. “What happened?” He spoke soft now, running his hand through my hair.

I shook my head, not speaking anything. Harry is a lad. I am a lad. Why must my heart give out when I just see him? My lip quivers as he try’s calming me down.

Liam now walks in. He frowns as he starts crawling onto the bed. “What’s wrong mate?” He looked worried but spoke as if we were sitting at the breakfast table.

“I think he had a bad dream” Harry hummed gently as he kept fingering my hair with his, long, gently fingers…

Liam sighed and looked at me. “What was it this time?” He spoke softer looking at me. This time? I haven’t spoken to him about any other dream. What is he talking about?

“Harrrrrry! The food!!” Zayn called out as he started walking towards the door. I hid under the blankets again not wanting zayn to see me. I don’t know why I just don’t.

Harry sighed and kissed my head. My cheeks flushed again. I could feel them. He must of gotten up and walked out.

“Was it?” Liam spoke softly again, and took Harrys place on the bed next to me.

“I was talking to you a-about my one dream with H-Harry when he told me a-and..” I spoke out as I whimpered. “I couldn’t hear you anymore, and you c-couldn’t see me and..” I spoke gently now pulling my head from the blankets to look at him.

“Do you remember anything I was saying last night?” He raised his eyebrow and I shook my head. He smiled a bit. “You fell asleep when I was talking so.. Im not that surprised.”

I sighed out. In relief because I told Liam and I just didn’t remember, and that maybe what I was feeling, Harry was feeling it too, And.. Maybe..

Liam poked my cheek and smiled a bit. “The difference between you and Harry is that Harry isn’t confused on what he wants, or what he feels. You just have to figure it out yourself, because we can’t do everything for you Niall.”

“You guys don’t do everything for me!” I spoke out right after him. That’s not true! I do everything for myself, and I very rarely ask for help!

“Whos day is it too cook breakfast?” He spoke lightly.

I looked at him, and shrugged as he poked my nose.

“Youuurs. Annnd, Harry is in there cooking it for you. Isn’t he,” He laughed a bit and smiled at me. I nodded.

“Think Niall, and you’ll figure it out.” He smiles gently now, and poked my cheek one last time before he got up and walked out of the room.

Think Niall. Think.

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Its been a few days now. We had an interview with a few radio stations and a couple photo shoots. The entire time, I’ve been trying to think, trying. Okay, so I narrowed my thinking down into points of what I’ve been feeling whenever I’m around him.

1.      I’m sick and it’s a onetime flu what only happens when he’s around and near me.

2.      I’m allergic to him.

3.      I’m in love with him.

I scratched the 3rd one off. He’s a lad! I’m a lad! It can’t be it. I’ve never really been in love so I don’t really know how it feels but, He’s a lad, a boy, a Man. I’m a Lad. Not a lady. I like ladies. Not lads. Right?

Right! You can’t rely on everyone else to think of this for you Niall!

So.. Number 2? No.. I would of died by now.

Number 1? No..

Fuck... I’m screwed.

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“Drinking tonight?” Harry asked as we were sitting onto the couch, watching the telly but nothing in particular.

“Sure” I nod. And look over at him, smiling small.

Liam was out with that girl hes been seeing for a while now. Danielle? I think that’s her name. He has been talking a great deal about her. Louis was out with Zayn just roaming around.

Harry got up and walked into the kitchen. I sat there sighing as I looked around. “Im borreddd!” I spoke out watching Harry walk back to where we were sitting, and set down the bottles onto the table.

“We should play a game then huh.” He smiled and sat down by the table, and started mixing the drinks into one of the two glasses he brought out. He was a serious pro at this.

I sat down next to him and nodded; taking the drink once he was done with it, and moved onto his glass. “What game?” I made a thinking face as well as he did.

“Truth or dare?” He smiled cheekily.

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A few hours have passed before we were both loose and having fun. With all the pointless Dares out of the way the Real game was about to start.

“Truth or dare” Harry was laughing at what just happened a few moments ago. It wasn’t even that funny, but I guess the Liquor had taken its toll by now.

“Dare” I speak laughing lightly as hes laughing, and take a drink from my glass waiting for him to respond. I don’t really think anyone has picked truth tonight. I was staring at Harry as he was thinking of a dare that we already haven’t done. Damn did he look good… waaaait. No. no no no. He looked good for being a guy, cause, you know.. Okay. Just shut up Niall.

I take a big swift of my drink, and set it down sighing to myself.

“I dare you... to kiss me.”