This thing that we have (Narry)

(Not famous in the story) '"I don't want you to go harry" that was the last thing Niall Horan said to me. That was 6 years ago. We were best friends. Until I had to move because of my Dad's job. I bet he doesn't even remember me, but I remember him. I'll find out soon enough.'
I'm not giving anything else away.. you'll just have to read the story..


4. Heart beat


The corridor is now busy with people getting to their lessons and I can feel eyes on us.

"First day and you've already turned him into a fag." "Ew fags."

I know who they are. Josh and Caroline. They moved here last year and they're the most homophobic people I've ever come across. If it wasn't for Louis, Liam and Zayn then they would've had me by now.

Harry pulls away and looks at them. 

"Who are you?" He shouts. Then I remember he doesn't know I'm gay. This could be bad.

"I'm Caroline and you're disgusting." She states coldly. Then she turns to me "You move fast, fag." 

"Leave him alone. We're not gay." 

My stomach churns because I think Caroline is going to tell him.

"OHHH I'm sorry, we'll be off then." She turns and walks away with Josh following her like a lost puppy. I just stare in their direction. What's she up to? I'm officially scared.

"What the Fuck was her problem?" Harry turns to me.

I shrug. I'm not going to tell him I'm gay. We only just found eachother again, im not going to lose him already.

"I can't believe you're actually here." 

"I know. You wouldn't believe how much I've missed you either." He strokes my cheek. I can see why they thought we were gay now. We probably look like a couple. I'm not complaining though.

"I thought you forgot about me. Why did your dad not let you call?" I ask. He keeps his hand on my face as he answers

"We hardly talked after we moved away. Turned out he was shagging some whore. It was like living with a monster. I wrote you letters instead. I always thought you were ignoring them."

"Are you kidding me?! I never got anything. If I had an address I would've posted myself to you." I say all at once. He laughs.

"I didn't think of that. Imagine opening your door and getting a Harry in a box? That's funny." He says still chuckling a bit.

"So how was life in Australia?" I ask wanting to catch up instead of going to class.


"What? Why" I ask bewildered. I thought he'd tell me about all these sunny adventures he had with his close-knit gang of hot Australian guys, but then I realize that's just in the movies.

"School was shit. No friends. Nothing. Only the gym and it always smelt of sweat. But yeah.." He trails off.

"No friends? Yeah right! You're the best person I know! There's no way you didn't make friends. Good one haz." I laugh. He's obviously joking.

"Ni, I really didn't. I didn't want to.. they weren't bad, they just.. I don't know. They weren't you."

My heart melts and I just want to squeeze him. I know I told him not to replace me but I didn't  mean he couldn't make a friend. It makes me sad to think he was alone all those years.

"Anyway enough about my life, how's your life been? Got a girlfriend?" He winks.

Yeah, he's called Michael Jackson. I'm not telling him I'm gay. 

"It's been okay, I guess. The boys really look out for me, thanks for that. But no I do not have a girlfriend." I try to hold in the disgusted look on my face but I think he sees it.

"Oh. Sorry. Is there something I'm missing? Rough breakup?" He asks softly.

"No, don't say sorry. Nothing like that. I'm just not into girlfriends." I mentally slap myself. He's either going to think I'm a whore or know I'm gay. Well done Niall.

"Yeah me neither." Now I just look at him. I'm a little confused but I don't ask.

"So.. What class are you missing?" I ask dropping the subject of girlfriends.

He pulls out his timetable "uhh.. double English, you?"

"Same, what teacher?" 

"Mr.. kaleb?" Poor him.

"Ooh too bad man, he's a beast for homework." I laugh.


"How about we skip the rest of the day. Catch up a bit more? We have six years worth of stuff to talk about!" I say excitedly.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Let's get out of here!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall and out the double doors.

Fresh air.

"Where do you wanna go?" I ask him happily.


That helps. Where can I take him?

"My house?" That's the only place I can think of. This town isn't exactly bursting with romantic fields.



Why would I want to take him somewhere romantic. Ew no.

I mean it's not ew..

Shut up niall.

"Sounds good." He says, our hands still connected.

We start walking towards my house which is about 2 minutes away from the school and it surprises me when Harry still knows exactly which house it is. 

He lets go of my hand and races down the drive and sits on the doorstep. I walk upto him and shake my hand through his hair. I've been dying to touch it.

He grabs the keys out of my pocket and runs to unlock the door. Oh god, I know what he's gonna do and I know I'm too slow to stop him.

As I reach the door he slams it in my face and I hear him locking it from inside. I groan.


"I'm afraid I can't let you in. You could be infected. Please stay calm."

We haven't played this game in years. I decide to just go along with it.

"But I can't do it sir. They're getting closer. I'm not infected I promise." I shout through the door.

I bend down and open the letterbox and he's already staring into it. His eyes. I love his eyes.

He reaches a finger through the letterbox and pokes my nose.

"Do the chicken dance so I know you're not a zombie." He smirks. Oh god.

"No haz.. there's people here. I'm 16 now I'm not doing that." I cross my arms over my chest and move away from the door.

"You look like a girl when you stand like that." He laughs. I hear the door unlocking and he opens it.

He always did that when I looked angry. It's good to know that things like this haven't changed.

"Hurry up and get in before the zombies see us."

I run to him and we fall into the house. I shut the door with my foot and look down at the boy I'm crushing.

"Oops I forgot we're not 6 anymore, are you okay?" I ask getting up and reaching my hand down to him. He reaches up to grab it but pulls me back down.

"I've never been better."

My heart can't take all this. It's better than I imagined our reunion to be. And I've imagined being reunited with Harry more times than I can count.

"Me either." I lean down and put my head in his shoulder. He wraps his arms around my waist. I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach again. He can probably feel my heart pounding in my chest. I shouldn't react like that to cuddling my best friend on the floor. Then again, best friends probably don't cuddle like this. 

"You smell so good." I feel him breathing into my hair. I can't help but shiver.

"Are you cold?" He asks. No I'm not cold, I'm burning up from the inside. What is happening to me.

"No I'm good, are you cold?" I don't actually know the temperature of the room. It could be -100 and I'd still be burning.

"I'm good too." I swear I feel him kiss my hair. Maybe not. I don't know. I'm probably imagining it, but if I am.. why would I want that to happen?

I don't want to have feelings for Harry. He's my Harry. And he's straight. And he's my best friend. And there's so many things wrong with it. But I can't hide the fact that my heart only beats this fast for Harry. And that scares me, a lot.


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