My Best Mate's Secret (NonFamous 1D)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have been mates since primary school and tell each other everything. When Louis learns the one secret his best friend has been keeping from him, how would he react? Will they still be as thick as thieves, or will it separate them forever?

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4. Out on the Town

Niall didn't even give me ten minutes. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist, stepping into my bedroom, when he barged in. He took a single look at me, bit his lip, and turned away. "Uhm, I was going to say that you should dress nice. My mate, Josh, got promoted at his job and he wants to celebrate, so we're not going to Nando's anymore, like we planned. Did you pack any nice clothes?" he asked. I shook my head, water dripping down my face, then realized he couldn't see me while his back was turned. "N-no," I stammered for some reason. "I kind of left in a hurry, so I grabbed the first things my hands touch, which was mainly my everyday clothes. You know, jeans, T-shirts, sweats. I guess I might stick out with them," I admitted, bowing my head. Niall spun quickly on his heel. "Nonsense! You look about my size. I'll bring you some clothes," he announced, then left.

I smiled and turned to my bag. I pulled out a pair of briefs and quickly slipped them on. Within a minute, Niall returned with black slacks and a red shirt. I thought back to Louis. Red was his favorite color. What would he be doing right now? Is he missing me, or has he not even noticed I've gone? Should I call him? Does he hate me too much to even pick up? I sighed, and decided against it. If he missed me, he'd call me. Zoning back into reality, I noticed Niall was rambling. "And you're taller than me, so the slacks might be a little short. I'm not sure if you even like the color red. I should have asked first before handing you clothes. I'm so sorry," he muttered. I chuckled and hugged him, causing his face to turn a deep red. "Thank you," I said, genuinely. His eyes closed and he dropped his head. "No problem," he whispered, then ran from the room.

He was right: the slacks were a tad short, but I just wore them low on my hips. The red shirt looked fine on me, but it constantly reminded me of Louis, my beautiful best mate back home. I sighed, combed through my curls one last time, and stepped out. Niall was talking to a boy with dark brown hair and the way it was styled reminded me of Louis. I mentally slapped myself. I needed to stop thinking of him. A gasp pulled me away from my thoughts and I saw Niall's mouth open. I looked down at my clothes again. I thought I looked fine. The boy chuckled and said something to Niall. His face burned that adorable shade of red that I already found myself taking a liking to. Louis' skin never flushed that color. It was hard to embarrass him. He was comfortable with who he was. Niall? Not so much. "Uhm, Harry, it is my mate, Josh Devine. Josh, this is Harry Styles. You'll meet some of the other boys at the restaurant. Let's go, I'm starved!" Niall whined. Josh laughed, but we headed out and got in his silver Astra anyway . "You're always starved, Niall. You came from the womb starved. You'll probably die starved," he joked. Niall shot him a look. "I'll sic Jess on you," he threatened. The mention of his girlfriend broke my heart again. Josh laughed. "Yeah, okay. As if she'll listen to you. Besides, she's too cute to be dangerous," Josh retorted. Niall laughed. Wait, he's laughing after Josh called his girlfriend cute? "Yeah, I guess you're right. She should be coming home tomorrow. Wanna come with Harry and I to pick her up?" Niall offered. He shook his head. "Nah, I have to work. You and Harry should have a good enough time without me. Trust me, Jess will be all over Harry," Josh said, getting out of the car. I shook my head and Niall looked at me. "Oh, I doubt that. It's just me. I'm nothing special. She won't like me," I argued, following Josh's lead with Niall doing the same. Josh laughed. "Whatever, man. You're weird. I like you," he said, then opened the door to a building.

I gasped. This place was huge! Bigger than anywhere I had ever gone back home and easily ten times as nice. A man guided us to a table with three seats and handed us menus. "A server will be right out," he said, turning on his heel and walking away. "Well, that was slightly rude," I said, once he was out of earshot. Niall laughed and Josh rolled his eyes and flashed a smile at Niall, who turned bright red. A girl with wavy black hair bounced up to the table and smiled. Josh looked up at her and couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Hey, guys. I'm Catie, and I'm going to be your server tonight. Are you three guys waiting for your dates or something?" She asked, smiling down at Josh, who I'm sure was making her uncomfortable. "Nope, just us tonight," I answered. I had to admit, she was gorgeous. Her brown eyes sparkled as if she was excited about something. Her black waves fell and brushed her shoulders perfectly before falling and hiding behind her back. She wore her smile proudly, even though it seemed like something was missing, like her life was incomplete.

Flipping her face out of her face, she turned back to all of us. "So, can I get you some drinks to start with?" she asked. "Let me get a Guinness," Niall said. She rolled her eyes, smiled , and jotted it down. "Make that two," Josh said. She laughed, but continued writing. "Eh, just make it three," I said. She nodded, quickly erased what she previously wrote and wrote again. "Okay, boys, I'll be back. Why don't you take a look at the menus and if anything interest you," she suggested. "Oh, I see something that interests me already," Josh said under his breath. Unfortunately, Catie heard him and smiled, causing him to burn red. "I meant on the menu. But, play your cards right and we'll see," she said, giving him a pat on the shoulder as she walked away.

Dinner passed uneventfully, aside from Josh making flirty remarks to the server and ending up leaving with her number. As we drove back to the flat, Niall took my phone and programmed his number. When he handed it back, I couldn't help but laugh about the fact that he saved it under 'that sexy Irish kid'. I leaned up and hugged him, awkwardly getting the seat. I could tell he didn't drink a lot. He was trying not to let it show, but he was a step away from losing his mind. I witnessed drunk with my father plenty of times. I knew that this would be different, that I wasn't home anymore, that running away had solved that, but still I was terrified of him finding me, beating me for leaving him to deal with his own problems.

Carrying Niall and myself up the stairs was hard work, but, eventually, he was under the comforter. As I went to go to my room, he grabbed my hand. "Harry," he whispered. "Please, don't go. Stat with me tonight." He sounded so defeated with his voice low and his words slurred that I knew I would stay. Slipping my shirt off, I sat beside his on the bed, until he pulled back the blanket and I laid down beside him. He rolled over and curling into my side. "I love you, Harry. Good night," he said, yawning, then falling asleep. I opened my mouth to say something, but a yawn escaped, and I found my eyelids falling. "Night, Niall," I said, then fell into blackness.

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