Niall realizes he likes Harry. He thinks he can confide in one of the lads, but what happens when Harry finds out?


4. Chapter Four

What the fuck?
"Someone shut the fuckin alarm clock off." I groaned.
"Niall!" I opened my eyes, looking at Harry. "Niall... You're awake."
"No shi--" He lunged forward, hugging me the tightest he could. "Can't... Breathe..."
He loosened up, but didn't let go. Why is he so worked up? I fainted, so what?
"We're going to Nandos after they let you out." He let go. "You fainted because you haven't been eating."
I scoffed. "I don't see why I should. I'm fat."
"No you're not. Whoever you love is just a git."
I laughed. "You just called yourself git."
"Niall." A doctor walked in. "You can leave."
Some nurses unhooked me and I got up, walking out of the room, to the waiting room, where I saw Liam.
He looked over at me, eyes widened. "Niall!"
He got up, running over. He picked me up, spinning us around, then set me down.
"Are you sure Liam's not the git?" Harry asked.
I rolled my eyes.
"What?" Liam asked.
"I'll tell you at Nandos."

The three of us sat in a booth at Nandos. I sat next to Liam and Harry had his side to himself. I pulled out my phone, texting Liam.
"He said whoever doesn't love me is a git, so I said he called himself a git."
I set my phone in my lap, sighing.
"So you're gay?" Harry asked.
"Yes. If you have a problem with that... I'll quit. And never bother you again."
He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "I don't have a problem with it. Just a few questions."
"The guy you like... Before or after X-Factor?"
"I met him there."
"...Is it one of us? Like, one of your bandmates?"
I let go of his hand, putting both of mine in my lap. "Yes."
"Is it Liam?"
"What? No! I told you that he knows who I like."
"...Right. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that in the kitchen."
"It's fine."
"...It's me or Louis."
"Whenever we're all hanging out, you talk to everyone except me and Louis."
"What would you say if you were correct?"
"You're screwed."
"I know that." I sighed.
"We're both straight, both have girlfriends."
"Don't need to rub it in my face, Harold." I glared, my heart breaking. "I already know that."
Liam reached over, pulling me into a hug as some tears fell.
"Sorry, Nialler..." Harry said. "You should just get over him."
"You think I haven't tried that?! It's been two years, Harold. No matter how much I ignore him, nothing happens! I just get more heartbroken! And don't call me Nialler!"
"C'mon..." Liam whispered. "Let's leave."
He picked me up bridal style, walking out of Nandos, to the hotel. Stupid Harry.

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