The Gay YouTuber (hiatus)

five

February 15, 2014

Niall Horan sits at the booth in Luxury, a popular date area, with his back to the main entrance. His hands shake with rapid and involuntarily motions. Underneath the table, the boy's ebony super skinny jeans-clad legs-and they are extremely form-fitting, yet not at all unbearable-are bouncing energetically so. His blue eyes dart around the couple-filled restaurant as his heartbeat increases, fingers themselves twitching anxiously. The Irishman wants nothing more than to run his fingers through his dyed hair, but Luke had worked wonders on Niall's semi-permanent state bed-head. Just as it all got to be too much for the vibrating teenager to handle, he meets those perfectly azure eyes that rival his own.

Luke watches from afar as his best friend literally has an anxiety attack on the opposite side of the restaurant. He rids himself of concern as he makes it his top priority to keep Niall from passing out or having it happen, but ten times worse. So, being the generous and caring person he is, he breathes with Niall in an attempt to have the oxygen go to his brain properly to avoid an...accident.

Both Niall's heart and breathing rate decelerate from the alarming pace that they were previously on. His heart flutters with warmth as he sends his best friend a thankful smile and takes a sip of his water.

"Here you are sir. Would you like anything to drink?"

Once Harry simply points to the clear liquid in the cup that Niall has his grip tightened around, the waiter nods and leaves to retrieve the beverage. Niall takes a deep breath before he looks up to see his date for the night. His jaw drops as he can only fathom that this stranger is really fucking gorgeous. Literally speaking, Niall assumes that Harry is a model, and if not, then he most definitely could be. Cheesily enough, Niall thinks that his date is literally the most beautiful person that he has ever seen.

Including Joseph Sugg, too.

But while Niall can't stop ogling his date, Harry feels as if he could throw up at any second because of fucking course he ends up with someone he hates.

Okay, yes, hate it's a strong word, but it's nowhere near as strong as the passionate disliking Harry has toward this...this...little twink. Just when he began to get his life back on track, too. How unfortunate that he has to even breathe the same air as this admittedly cock-sucking faggot.

There's always been something about the short Irish guy from YouTube that instantly made him want to embark on an ever-so-violent rampage and decapitate every living thing in sight. Maybe it was the lack of confidence. Maybe it was the flamboyance of his obvious homosexuality before he affirmed it to the world. It also could have been the absolute idiocy that overwhelms the boy's entire being-maybe even his entire life! All Harry knows is that has he known that this pussy of a YouTuber was going to be his blind date, he would have fought harder to stay home. End of story.

"Hi," says Niall dreamily as he watches Harry shrug off his coat before sliding into the booth seat on the opposite side of the table. He just finds himself so enchanted by the green eyes lighter than Grandpa Cox's that he didn't notice his best friend fondly smiling at him as he drank his Oreo Milkshake through a requested bendy straw. "I-I'm Niall. You must be Harry."

Harry eyes the younger boy with a look of disinterest, yet can't help but think that the white flower crown atop his styled locks actually suits him pretty well. Finally, on the more unrelated side of things, the waiter comes back with Harry's water and a wide smile.

"Are you gentlemen ready to order?" The waiter asks, unintentionally staring at Niall. Niall snaps out of his dreamlike state with a blush and turns to the male with unintentionally wide eyes. Harry mentally groans in disgust at what he assumes to be erotic eye contact between the two. The waiter looks away from the table of two with a blush and tugs on his white collar with his index finger.

"I think that you should give us a couple of minutes to properly have an order in mind," Niall says with a polite smile, picking up his menu. Once completely hidden behind the barrier, he grimaces at his awkwardness and mentally face-palms.

The waiter turns to Harry in hopes of confirmation, but the well-dressed shakes his head. Truthfully, he hasn't even taken a single glance at his menu, but Harry simply can't let this little twink think that he can control him. This is why he motions to a random item on the menu without even being sure if he wanted it or not. With a single nod and a few seconds of scribbling on a little notepad, the waiter sends the two boys a smile and heads towards the kitchen.

"So," Niall says with a break in his voice. He blushes at how incredibly prepubertal he must sound, yet chooses not to speak his thoughts. "Um...why don't you inform me a bit about yourself? You know, besides the fact that you're a wordless sex god." Niall's hand connects to his face with a loud smack and simply rests there. The heat from his face warms the soft, green apple-scented skin of his hand. Could this boy possibly be any more awkward?

"I don't like you, faggot," Harry signs with glower. Niall winces at the offending word, but plays it off as if he wasn't the least bit bothered. "I'm not gay, and I definitely don't need your kind futilely attempting to convert my sexuality."

"Are you saying that homosexuals are of a different species?" Niall questions, head cocked to the side and eyebrows furrowed. He's confused because it's 2014, so why are people still such homophobes? Even with gay marriage being legalized, people like Harry can't seem to take their heads out of their asses to see that love is love.

"Of course they're the same species, you dumb fuck. I just believe that homosexuality is the bane of a straight man's existence; being in a romantic relationship with a member of the same sex is morally wrong."

Niall simply shrugs lazily. His eyes begin to dart around to avoid any and all eye contact. His body begins to feel warm yet again, his leg gyrating with uncontrollably persistent motions. His heartbeat accelerates unintentionally and then...

Harry looks at the Irish boy with an annoyed expression. Doesn't he know that it's rude to zone out on a date? For fucks sake, Harry thinks with a scoff as he gathers his jacket. I don't have time for this.

Niall comes to with a sharp inhale from his nose. If he wasn't at risk of Luke being the Prince Charming that he is and rescuing him from embarrassment, he is certain that he would allow himself to cry. He looks at Harry with sad, wide blue eyes that could easily penetrate to meet your heart and have it spontaneously combust with your chest.

Of course, Harry has no heart. The well-dressed boy had nothing than a lopsided blob of rage taking up the space of where his heart should be for some incredibly cliche reason that Harry tries his best to forget.

"Don't leave," says the younger boy pleadingly. "Please."

Harry sends the boy a look of deadpan as he tugs on his coat. Then, upon seeing the glassy eyes and trembling lip of the younger boy, Harry does exactly what he wanted to do when he first realized who is date was.

Niall hadn't realized what was happening until metal, flesh, and bone collided with his face at an alarming speed. Harry, pushing away the feeling of guilt, speeds out of the restaurant.

He misses how Niall twitches for a few seconds, unconscious, before convulsing wildly. He misses the way that the blood pools around Niall's nose. He misses the way that Niall hits his head against the bottom of a booth before Luke could be his Superman.

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I am deeply sorry for this profoundly awful chapter. There are no words to describe how the quality of my writing went down in this chapter.

Also, I apologize for taking such a long break from this story, but ideas come and go quickly in my head and I was too preoccupied in getting them developed to continue The Gay YouTuber.

More updates are coming, but just very slowly.

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