"Fine... I'll tell you," I begin as I start telling him.
I was more than terrified to open up to Harry about what that man did to me. I've never opened up to anyone about this before. Harry's the first person to know.
"Niall... I... I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was something that serious."
"Don't worry about it. I just... I've gone so long without talking... I'm used to it. But, sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like if I started using my voice instead of this stupid app. It takes up so much space on my phone!"
"Why not start? It's your junior year. Why not?"
"I don't know if I can. The doctor said that if I ever decided to, it might take a week or so to get used to actually using my voice and to get it to where it doesn't sound like I'm sick."
"Why not just try? Say my name. Out loud."
"Ha.... Ha.... Harry," I manage to get out.
He smiles as soon as his name comes out of my mouth. It feels nice to see him smile. I can't help but smile myself. His smile is so pretty. He's so good looking when he's actually letting his guard down and showing the real him. He can actually be really kind and funny. Through the whole night, I find out everything about him- everything he's ever felt, thought, and liked. I've never talked to someone so easily for so long before.
I think back on Savannah. I've been best friends with her for a long time now. We vowed that we'd go to each other if we started catching feelings for someone just to make sure he's the right guy. Thing is, I can see me catching feelings for Harry and being with him, regardless of what she has to say. He's really changed a lot this year. Within the last couple weeks alone, it hasn't been him bullying me. It's been his old friends.
(Harry's pov)
I've never thought I'd be able to say that I've been friends with Niall. But sitting here has made me realize that he's a really good person and he's just great to be around. I don't want to rush things. We just became friends. But, maybe if things go as planned, he'll be my boyfriend my this time next month. I mean, it's not like we just met. I've known the kid since kindergarten. We just need to talk more before I make my move. Until then, I'm perfectly happy with this arrangement. He's so much more kind than my old friends. He accepts me for who I am and who I wanna be. I feel like I can go to him, regardless of how dumb it sounds.
I look at him as he's off in a daze. He's so adorable. The way his blond hair moves gently with the breeze and the way he licks his lips when he gets nervous. Every little thing he does, I've noticed.
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I look at the clock to see what time it is. Last time I looked, it was 9 pm. I figured it would be about 10 now, giving me half an hour to drive him home. But, as I look down, it's 10:45.
"Niall, it's 10:45. We lost track of time. We need to get you home now."
"Ugh, I totally lost track of time! My mother is going to kill me!"
(Niall pov)
I look down at my phone. Three missed calls from my mom, no voice mails, and three texts.
"Get home right now, young man."
"I don't know what you're doing with that boy. But it better not be anything stupid."
"If you're not home by 11:15, I'm calling the police."
