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He didn't know anywhere else to go. His own room certainly not an option and trying to find Zayn too difficult.

who knew where that lad took off all the time, neglecting their friendship. Hell, he didn't remember the last time they had had a serious talk, a conversation that lasted longer than five minutes.

So no, not Zayn. But although the raven haired boy was not an option, he really needed someone at the moment. Someone to talk to, some kind of affection that could hopefully dull the fresh cut in his heart, take away some of its flaming pain that burned in his chest. He needed a friend. So he decided to take a turn to the left and headed towards Harry's dorm.

Niall rubbed his eyes, whiping the still warm tears away, scowling at himself for being such a crybaby. He knew that his friends thought it was a good thing to carry your heart on your sleeve. That there's nothing wrong with showing your emotion, that its even brave that you dont have to hide behind a mask as a coward. But currently Niall thought it was just a sign of weakness. A reminder that, once again, he wasn't good enough. Not that it still came as a surprise.

As he arrived at Harry's dorm, he rubbed his eyes for one more time. If he couldn't take the redness away, there surely couldn't be any tears left behind. No, he tried to avoid being seen crying, even if it was his best friend that saw him.

Niall took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

...

No answer.

"Haz... Harry, are you there? I... I need to talk to you."

And although he had been prepared, had tried to let his voice sound as steady as possible, it still came out rather quiet and decided to tremble as he reached tge end of the sentence.

Still no answer or sounds from inside the room.

Maybe he was sleeping already? Or maybe wearing headphones?

Niall decided to try and get in. The door wasn't locked, so he could easily bend the handle and peaked inside.

"Haz?"

He didn't see much of the room so he just decided to get in. The blond was met with an unexpected sight.

"Uhm," A brown haired boy sitting on one of the beds, book opened in his lap, said, "Harry's not here. I think he went out with Louis, if you know him."

"Oh," Niall mumbled as he stood awkwardly in the doorhold. His eyes started to water again. How pathetic. Even Harry wasn't there for him. He too didn't need him anymore, having already managed to replace him by Louis.

Suddenly anger started to boil inside of him, because how dared Harry to forget about him already. God, he was just a child who had averted all its attention to a new, shiny toy.

"Do I need to take a message for when he comes back?" The brown eyed boy in front of him interrupted Niall's inner trail of raging thoughts.

"No... No, Its okay. I'll just come back later," Niall spoke up after awhile, "That is, if he ever makes time for me," he added, mumbling barely aloud to himself.

But he didn't make any signs if leaving the room, blinking frantically as he tried to keep his floods shut. After all there was a rather attractive lad in front of him, Niall wouldn't like it that his first impression of him would be him crying as a baby.

So he just stood there for another moment, mauling over his decisions in life and doing whatever it took to not blatantly stare at the stranger.

"Are you okay?"

Niall looked up as the brown haired boy asked him a question. The lad had of course eyes in his head and had noticed that Niall really wasn't, in fact, a bit close to being fine.

At first, the Irish boy thought the boy on the bed had just asked it because he had believed it to be appropriat, but then Niall looked him in the eyes and found nothing but real, sincere sympathy written on his face. No pitty, but sympathy. Like the brunet really cared about him already, eventhough Niall was just a complete stranger.

"No, not really," Niall sighed, "But don't worry, I'll just..." He shrugged.

"Do you want to talk about it? It'll probably make you feel better and I ace at giving advise," The stranger proposed, putting his book away.

Their eyes were still locked, as Niall felt that he couldn't look away from the brown pools. Brown like the bark on oak trees as his eyes resembled the peace and safety that nature too held.

"But... You're practically a stranger?"

"Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger, less judgement and all," the boy ponded, speaking up with an unheard wisdom for someone his age. Then he gave Niall a small, encoureaging smile, "But my name is Liam, if that would make you more comfortable."

Niall didn't say anything back, he did break the connection between their eyes however and started to look at the ground.

"Look," Liam patted the place on the bed next to him, "You don't have to. I'm not going to force you, but I know from experience that you will feel better after. I mean, that was the reason you were looking for Harry, right?"

"Yeah, you're right," Niall breathed, going over to take a seat on the matress, "My name's Niall, by the way."

Liam smiled that sincere smile again, resembling a puppy.

A labrador puppy. The kind that you just wanted to pet and hug and tell your whole life story.

"So basically it are just plain old boy problems," Niall started.

*

At the same moment, Harry was standing in front of a huge tree, squinting his eyes as he tried figure out the shapes in the dark night. He should've brought a torch light or something, or at least his phone that was currently lying forgotten underneath an empty packet of crisps on his desk.

Luckily he had read Louis' message at least ten times that afternoon, so Harry was one hundred percent sure that he was at the right place, at the right time. The only problem being that the blue eyed vampire was nowhere in sight.

He turned his head again, listening carefully if he could hear Louis come over.

A shiver ran over his spine as he couldn't help but feeling that he was being watched. Or was it because of the cold? He regretted too not bringing a jacket, so he rubbed his hands over his arms in an attempt to produce warmth.

"Harry..."

Wait, was he hallucinating or had someone really whispered his name?

"Harry," he heard, a bit louder and steadier this time.

The boy frantically moved his head in every direction, but he couldn't see Louis anywhere. Okay, his imagination was really playing games with him.

He sighed, giving up on looking for Louis as he just leaned into the tree.

Suddenly a hand came out of nowhere, curling itself around his mouth to shut him, while another grabbed the pit of his arm to haul him up.

Had the message been a trick? Had someone stolen Louis' phone to get to Harry and was he now being kidnapped? Or even worse, would someone kill him?

He tried to scream, but of course the hand clamped around his mouth prevented him from creating anything but whimpers. No one would notice him being dragged up.

Harry ended up getting put down in sitting position on one if the lower, yet steady branches of the tree. A boy was watching him with blue eyes, sparkling from mischief.

"Can I withdraw my hand or do you think you'll start screaming?" He wondered.

The only answer he got was an angry look and the slight decrease of Harry's heartbeat, so he thought it was worth a shot to try, pulling his hand back to leave it lying in his lap.

"God, Louis, in what kind of sick universe would this have been funny. You scared the bloody shit out of me, you tosser! I could've -"

Harry was once again shut up. This time by something more pleasuring than the previous firm fingers though, as chapped lips had connected themselves with Harry's, giving him a sweet kiss.

The boy closed his eyes, leaning into the embrace as he felt Louis' hands cupping his neck and burrying in his hair. The kiss felt soft, soft and sweet, and it took all Harry's adrenaline-caused-anger away, what had probably been Louis' intention in the first place.

Louis slowly let him go, still resting his forehead on Harry's and breathing along with him. The curly haired boy let a sigh.

"Surprise," Louis muttered, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Next time could you at least warn me before you make me feel i'm getting kidnapped?" Harry huffed, "And why are we sitting in a tree?"

"The question, my dear Curly, is why aren't we sitting on one of the top branches? The sight over there is just magnificant!"

Harry looked up, trying to make out the height of the tree, "But Louis, there's no way we could ever get there. I cant even reach the branch above us."

However the excited light in Louis' eyes didn't dim one bit, the vampire looking at Harry like the boy hadn't just busted his plans.

Suddenly Harry felt wind rush past him and, huh since when was he sitting on Louis' back?

"This is your captain speaking. Hold on thightly, this is going to be one hell of a ride!"

And the vampire took off, skillfully climbing the tree with an unseen agility. Harry whimpered softly and did all he could to not fall of Louis' back.

Hadn't he just told the boy that he did not liked to be surprised in this way? And, oh my, is the ground already that far away? Harry gulped loudly and closed his eyes, his fingers clamping thightly around the vampires arms.

After what had felt like a century to Harry, but in reality had only been a minute. Louis stopped and placed Harry gently on one of the last branches at the top that was still thick enough to hold them.

"Look at that," He whispered in Harry's ear and removed some leaves to show Harry the panorama in front of them.

And in one blink of an eye, the green eyed boy forgot all about the nasty trip the two of them had just made.

The sight was absolutely beautiful, just breath taking. They were seeted in a way that the school was behind them, so all they could see were the top of different kind of trees, the leaves everywhere bristling along with the autumn wind. A small river situated in the east, made its way to the horizon. On top of it the moon illuminated the forest in such a way that it seemed to achieve a magical glow. Just like the scene of an ancient fairytale. It wouldn't surprise Harry at all if a pixie would fly past him right then, or if he would see little red making her way through the woods, picking flowers to take to grandmother.

When Harry eventually turned his attention back to Louis, on the brim to speak up, he noticed that the vampire was already watching him, fond look on his face.

Really, the two of them hadn't even said one word to each other trying explaining their feelings, or situation, and still it seemed that they had already fallen in a comfortable sort of relationship. Harry wondered if he could count this as a date, and blushed promptly when he caught himself wondering so. As he saw the question marks appear in Louis' eyes as reaction on his red cheeks, he decided to speak up to avert his attention.

"So what did that girl, Perrie, want this afternoon?"

"She just liked to tell me I was not allowed see you anymore, said I was breaking the truce." Louis shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, "But I told her it wasn't like that, really, so were fine again, probably."

"What? And, huh, a truce? How do you even know her?" Confusion wasn't even close to the ferling that Harry ws experiencing.

Louis sighed before explaining, "She's a witch. We made a deal in our first year that me and Liam wouldn't turn humans and she would keep our secret, give us protection from hunters and all that."

Louis really felt bad about not telling Harry the whole truth about the truce, but he just did not wanted to scare Harry away so soon. He knew that he'd tell him today, he had already learnt a speech by heart, but just not know. It was still to soon. He still had to gather some courage.

"She's a witch?!" Harry parroted, "Oh... Well that explains a lot, I think. Are there more supernatural creatures on this school that I don't know of?"

The vampire chuckled, eyes crinkling, "No, no, Curly. Don't worry, that's it. Four is already more than enough, don't you think?"

"Yes," Harry agreed softly.

Their was a gap in the conversation as the boys started to just admire the sight again.

This would be a perfect moment for Louis to speak up as they were both comfortable. It really was a perfect moment, but then Harry looked at him with wide green eyes, shining with admiration and he just couldn't help himself for not being able to resist those soft, plump lips. So he kissed him again and forgot about it. He still had some time.

(And if they just kissed all night, Louis shrugging his jacket off to give it to a shiveting Harry as theyv

headed back, then it was like that. Louis still had some time. It could wait.)

*

"... So he told me he would never be able to like boys, that it wasn't me. I mean, come on plating the old 'it's not you, it's me' card? Said he would maybe kiss me back if I were a girl, which in my opinion makes everything even worse. And then he ends by sayinf I should leave for a while, because he is 'just a bit freaked out that his friend would like to snog him'. Like I wasn't the one who was just painfully rejected, who had definitly the worst gay-dar ever?"

Niall whined, watching his lap with full attention. Liam had gathered him in a comforming hug, resting his head on the blond hair.

"And Zayn and Harry are just too caught up in whatever they're doing, definitely not wanting me to know, and just leave me on my own," He whiped his kleenex over his eyes again, "I just miss them, I guess."

Liam was quiet for a bit, thinking his answer throught, "Well the guy," he started, "From what I've heard from you, I don't think he would've been good for you, either way. He seems too much like a player and you deserve better. But you obviously liked him and he broke your heart, so that really needs time to heal. And about your friends... I really, really think you should talk to them, explain that ypu're feeling neglected. They will probably change after that."

Liam told him all this with the most sincere voice in the world, watching him with the kindest, most gentle eyes. Niall couldn't help but admire their beauty.

"Th- thanks," he sputtered, "I'll do just that. Thanks for the advice."

"You're welcome," Liam smiled, but he still managed to sound sympathic.

For some reason they had gravitated towards each other, faces only inches apart. Niall could even count his eye lashes if he wanted (which he did, but that was not the point). He felt even Liam's sweet breath on his own lips, the softest pressure. And fuck this, they always say the best way to heal a broken heart is to kiss someone else, right? (Or maybe it wasn't, but that was not the point either.)

So he got closer, taking a shot, opening his mouth slightly.

He saw Liam bending his head to. He saw Liam closing his eyes. But as soon as their lips were about to touch, the brown haired lad bolted up, sputtering a, "I'm sorry, I really can't do that. I'm so sorry, I should go," covering his mouth.

And holy fucking cunt, did Niall smell or something? Or did straight boys really just like to act gay in front of him. That is, until they're about to kiss.

Niall ploffed down on Harry's bed with a grunt, deciding to just take a nap. At least sleep still liked him. Sleep and food. Maybe he will wank or something, some time later that evening.

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A.N.: Im sorry for all Nosh shippers, Im sorry for the Niam shippers, Im sorry for ALL the spelling mistakes and the wait. I have no idea how long this chapter is but I think its okay?

Please send me your thoughts and opinion on the whole Niam/Nosh/NiallHand thing.

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