What Happened To Narry? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11

*Harry's p.o.v*

To say things were awkward would be the understatement of the freaking year. Niall couldn't even look me in the eye. No doubt are the other lads picking up on it. Especially Liam, he seems like he knows something. I wonder if Niall told Liam. That's actually very possible. When Niall has a secret, it becomes Liam's secret too. Only because whenever Liam is around, Niall's mouth goes on autopilot and he spills everything.

Even if Niall did tell Liam, it wouldn't bother me. Liam can keep a secret. He'll, for sure, keep a big secret like this. Liam's really trustworthy.

Anyway, back to being extremely awkward, I can't tell if Niall has the same urge to snog the crap out of me, because I have that urge with him. But I don't know of he's just trying to ingnore me to avoid being kissed. Whenever I kissed him, I wasn't rejected, but what I'd he didn't want it or like it?

I take that back. He totally liked it. I could feel him through his pants. But that doesn't mean he wanted it, perhaps.

"Haz?" I heard Liam ask. I snapped my head to him and realized everyone but Liam left. Where the hell was I all this time? Oh, right. Thinking about Niall. Like every other second of the day. Dammit.

"What?" I asked, harsher then I intended.

"Do you love him?" He asked quiet, ingnoring my harsh tone. Him? Oh yeah. They knew I was gay. Well. That's a little important to remember. Oh silly Harry, you.

"Him being who?" I asked. I only loved one man and he asks if I love freaking Louis, so help me God. Liam shot a glare at me. Woah. If looks could kill, I think I'd be dead right now.

"Don't play dumb with me, Styles." Liam said through gritted teeth. "You know who." God damn it Liam! How many fucking times do I have to say this?!

"No Liam, I do not love Louis." I said in monotone, picking up a Calvin Kelin magazine on the right side table. Hm. Wonder who was stupid enough to give a gay guy pictures of guys practically naked... Oh right! I'm having a serious conversation with Liam right now. I made a face like 'no, I wasn't looking a dude underwear magazine,' and set it sneakily back on the table.

"Louis?" Liam asked, dumbfolded. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You asked me if I loved Louis, well Me. Grumpypants, I give you an answer. It's kinda how a conversation works." I said. Making a 'not bad' face at my excellent come back.

"You idiot." Liam said, rubbing his temples with his pointer fingers. "I know you don't love Louis. I think I would shoot myself if you did..."

"Why?" I asked dumbly.

"Because..." He said sighing. "You know, it's not important why. In asking you if you love Niall, you dip shit." I think I choked on my spit. I knew this motherfucker knew something! Wait, what? He knew something?

"How do you know about Niall and me?" I asked.

"Harry, can you just pretend you know what's going on here? Answer the question. Do you love him or not?"

"I d.." I trailed off, picking up the magazine again. "I don't like your harsh tone, so I don't think I'm going to answer that question." I flipped to a random page and acted like I was reading but I was really ready to hear his response to my stubbornness.

"Harry, do you love Niall or not?" He asked nicer than the first time with a fake smiled on his face. I set down the magazine again. And for jumpy and turned to him.

"SO MUCH!" I said excitedly. Grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it tightly to my chest. I began telling him everything. The moment I realized I loved him, the first time I held his hand. I think I got Liam to tear up when I told him about what Niall said after he got me with Louis.

I told him about our kisses, I told him how awkward it is. I told him why I loved him. I told him everything.

But all that was running through my head when I was telling Liam this was 'I love Niall and I will do anything to have him be mine.' Because Niall is my past present and future. Those blue eyes are all I see. I get fluttery whenever I think about him or talk about him. I can feel my heart beating out of chest whenever I'm nearing him. Don't even get me started about what it feels like when I kiss him.

I'm not a player. I just play the game for Niall. I would fall of the face of the earth is that meant being with him. I would tell the world if that's what he wanted. As long as he's with me, there's nothing anyone can say or do that can scare me.

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*the next day*

I was pacing outside I Niall's door. Since I told Liam yesterday, I feel the need to tell Niall, but every time I go for te handle, I chicken out. What am I supposed to say? Who the hell said the was easy? I'll kill that motherfuc...

"Harry, what are you doing?" Niall suddenly appeared from his doorway. He looked tired and sleepy. I realized I was just inches away stating at the block of wood. Niall began giggling. I tried to look cool by propping my arm up on the doorway, but misses and stumbled almost falling over. I mentally face-palmed. Fail.

"Just chillin." I said. Recovering from my epic fail, I give him an award winning Styles smile. He just smiles back.

"Well, have fun hanging out at my door. I'm going to go get food." Niall gave a small wave.

God dammit! I didn't tell him!