this // narry au

61. fireball

SHOUT OUT TO MARIEL WHO'S WATTPAD NAME I LOST AND IM TOO AWKWARD TO ASK FOR IT SO WE'RE JUST GOING TO USE YOUR REAL NAME THANK YOU FOR THE COVER IT'S SO CUTE I JUST LIKE STARING AT IT

A/N: I asked you guys: how many hair styles would Harry Styles style if Harry Styles could style hair styles.

THE ANSWER WAS: Harry Styles would style all the hair styles he could style if Harry Styles could style hair styles. NOBODY GOT IT IM ACTUALLY HURT.

I know I talk alot and like fit my whole life story into an authors note but don't point it out

I WANT TO BE IN A BAND? SOMEBODY FORM A BAND WITH ME PLS

This is Niall's point of view too ayy probably the last one of the book though because I like Niall's mysterious side

61 - fireball (I don't even like the song I just couldn't think of a better title sue me)

Niall's Point of View.

I said I wasn't mad. I lied.

I thought it was just jealousy, the thought of somebody else being there for Harry when I wasn't there for him but a whole seven days later I still feel the feeling deep inside me, burning in the pit of my stomach. But it wasn't jealousy.

Anger. It was red, fiery hot anger.

I wasn't mad at Harry. I don't care if Harry asked for it or got on his knees and begged for it. He's mine. Not anybody else's.

Especially not Chris's.

"You're thinking too hard." Harry mutters and I gaze up at him and give him a small smile of assurance.

"Are you sure you aren't mad?" Harry questions, tilting his head. "It's okay if you are. I would be."

I didn't know if Harry was aware but he always tilted his head like a confused puppy when he asked questions. He was adorable.

"I'm not mad." I reply through gritted teeth because when Harry's not looking I'm pushing Chris off a bridge and claiming he feel off.

"Are you sure?" Harry glances more seriously at me.

I stare at him and my eyes wander to Harry's mouth, and I'm thinking about kissing him before the thought that Chris has kissed Harry sinks in.

He was there for him when I wasn't.

Hell, I was the cause.

Harry furrows his eyebrows,
"Niall--?"

I grab Harry from the back of his neck and smash our mouths together, subconsciously attempting to wipe the feel of Chris's touch off Harry's skin.

I wanted to be the person Harry thought about. Not Chris.

Harry then pulls away, gasping for air, "Um Niall--"

"Was he better?" I interrupt.

"What?"

"Was he a better kisser, did you feel something with him, was he better at taking care of you? Everything, Harry. Was he a better person to you then me?"

"Honestly?" Harry questions.

I feel my heart pound as I nod. Why did Harry ask if I wanted him to be honest? What does that even mean?

I was so fearful of Harry leaving me every time he got quiet I would start to emotionally prepare myself.

"Honestly Chris was a terrible kisser, tried to shove his tongue down my throat at some point. I felt nothing when I kissed him, you're the only person I get sparks for. And nobody treats me better then you do Niall, you should know that." Harry murmurs, cupping my face in his hand, "Don't feel insecure."