Proclivity ❀ narry

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ITS PROCLIVITY WEDNESDAY
YAYYYYYYYYYYYY
but how do you guys like the new cover? because I'm seriously in love. I wanna know what you guys think though so please comment. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo kisses and love

ah yes, Ryan Reynolds. my first ever man crush. also the person who i vision David but when Ryan was like in his twenties (not saying he doesn't look hot as a 38 year old bc he still hot af) but that's just me. anywho, enjoy.

"Till you feel how I'm feeling, my cup is half empty."

niall p.o.v

"Wait a second, your dream boy is Harry?" David gasp subtly after putting the pieces together.

We had walked to the bar and Harry wasn't there, so, I had to finally tell David about the person who I had uncertain feelings for by asking if he has any other jobs.

"Yes? Is, is that bad?" I scratch my forearms as I look up at David.

But he simply just laughs, like, bending over almost falling down laughs.

"W-whats, what's so funny, funny, funny?" He's starting to scare me, he just keeps laughing.

"Harry is gay, he's-he's," he wipes non-existent tears from under his eyes, "one time we got blasted and he told me he was gay. 'A girl at my work flirts with me and sometimes I just wanna shout honey, I'm gay.' I quote," David laughs even harder than he did before.

Is he serious or is he joking? If he's joking it's not funny. If he isn't joking then I might have a heart attack from hope.

"A-Are you, you serious?" I want to get his attention but I don't want to touch him. He looks down at me and nods, finally done his laughing riot.

"Completely." David has a smug smile, almost shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you have a crush on Harry. I thought nobody would like him if I'm being honest."

I tilted my head in confusion. "What do you mean, mean, mean?"

"Sure, he has the looks and girls swoon over him, I've seen it, but since he's gay, he doesn't really go for it. I honestly think he's still a virgin. I asked about it and he got pissed at me, immediately saying he wasn't gay. And he's a little off standish." David leads me out of the bar and we begin walking in a new direction.

"But, but, when I spilled, spilled coffee on him, he was, was...nice?" I scratch my forearms as I look up at David.

The curly headed boy stared down at me with a small smile, almost looking innocent. His smile is so beautiful, even with the piercing through it.

"I swear, it's alright. A cycle through the washing machine and it will be as good as new." The curly headed boy said, wiping at the stain with his fingers. Why can't every person be like this?

"Nice? Why are you questioning him being nice?" David furrows his eyebrows, pulling me around a corner.

"Well, he, he was until I, I, I said take off your shirt, take off your-"

"You asked him to take off his shirt," there he goes again with the laughing, "why would you ask him that?"

"The stain, stain, was bothering, bothering me." I shrug, "is that bad? Should I have not said that?" I scratch at my forearms before David holds my wrist so I can't scratch.

"When you ask a stranger to take off his shirt, yes, that's bad,"

"Oh," was all I said before David pulls me into a restaurant, walking up to a girl behind a podium.

"Hi, how many seats?" The blonde girl ask, her straight hair up in a high ponytail.

"Two, please," David ask smoothly, the girl nodding and leading us to a small table. We sit across from each other.