Harry could feels eyes watching him and he knew that it was definitely Louis because Niall hadn't looked at him once and every time Harry had turned to stare at Niall, the blonde had just blushed furiously and hid behind Liam. He wanted to roll his eyes at the way Niall was behaving but somehow, he found the action cute. It meant that Harry had an effect on the blonde.

"There is something going on between you and the idiot over there," Louis whispered harshly, smiling at the screaming fans before turning his attention back to his giant mate. "You're going to explain everything to me." Harry chuckled, nodding his head before going back to the mic stand.

They were at the studio, shooting for Saturday Night Live and as much as he was having fun, there was still this feeling of warmth surrounding his heart. He couldn't help but think back to Niall's apologizes and his honest confession about missing him, the blonde had in fact dragged Harry out of the room, not giving the taller man a chance to speak and as much as Harry was enjoyed all of this, he was a bit worried for his expensive clothes. There weren't many words exchanged afterwards. Niall went back to his own quiet shell, staring at Harry every now and then, and then blushing furiously while they drove back towards their house . He never expected to forgive Niall that easily, in fact there was nothing to be forgiven but there were so many things to talk out. Why did Niall feel like Harry was just playing a game? Why did he always kiss him back? And why was he trying to make him jealous, if he was even doing that, at the club? So many unanswered questions were tugging at Harry's chest but he brushed them all off, saving them for when they would go backstage to change into simple clothes and leave the studio.

Brushing his hair away from his face, Harry took the mic in his stand when the familiar beats of the song they knew by heart now started playing. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Niall smiling happily at the fans while strumming the chords on his electric guitar. This was his song and the blonde was enjoying it a lot. Harry smiled to himself, getting ready to sing the chorus and give it his all. He could see Niall glancing at him every now and then, and just the small action made his heart flutter. Was it possible that Niall reciprocated the feelings? He shouldn't let himself feel so damn hopeful but he still did.

He belted the chorus out right, eyes still locked with Niall's and waiting, hoping that the blonde would stare back at him, even if it was just for a second and when Niall sang the next line, Harry was almost sure that the entire crowd was just focused on them because the blonde was seating so beautifully, his shirt was clinging to his chest and he looked so damn tempting right now. And his voice when he said that line, staring right into Harry's green eyes, was a sight to behold.

"Let me be your goodnight."

...

Niall wiped the sweat off his forehead, smiling widely at the crew members telling them that it was a good show. He had to admit it, this was probably the most fun he has had in a while and even though, they were singing songs from their fifth album, mostly the ones they had never performed before, Niall was more than excited to present their sixth album to the fans. He was sure they would go crazy over it as well.

The hiatus, as fun as it was, lacked that loud stadium and those bright, blinding lights. It didn't provide him the thrill he wanted and right now, performing on that stage, feeling the adrenaline run through his veins, he felt more than excited. He felt at home and at peace with himself. The nagging feeling that had been clawing at his chest was long gone and he wondered whether the reason for that was getting Harry back or performing in front of thousands of people who loved their music. Maybe it was a bit of both.

The blonde walked inside the dressing room he had been assigned, quickly getting rid of his sweaty shirt. He walked towards the lines of shirts hanging on the rack, eyeing every single one of them even though he couldn't care less. The air conditioner was on full blast, making him shiver every now and then, goosebumps rising on his arms when the cold air met his body, spreading a feeling of cold to it. He picked up a simple green t-shirt, sniffing it to make certain that it was clean before putting it on, right when the door to the dressing room slammed open.

"We need to talk." Niall inwardly rolled his eyes, smiling shyly at Harry before putting his shirt on,making sure it looked at least a bit decent on him. He was too tired to care but Harry just made him self conscious for some reason .

"What about?" The blonde asked curiously, his eyes watching Harry nervously pick on his nails and then push his hair back, tugging on the curls every now and then. He wanted to stop Harry's hands from ruining the beautiful locks but resisted. Even though they were a couple to the others, they were still very much enemies behind closed doors. Niall might've cried and shown his vulnerable sight to Harry but that was simply because he felt guilty with Louis avoiding him, Liam acting like a lost puppy even though Niall had a fair idea that even Liam blamed him for creating this entire mess. The band had just gotten back together and Niall's problems with Harry were already breaking it off. This time, he just feared that it won't be a repeat of Louis and Zayn. That was all levels of unpleasant for every single one of them. Even Josh was affected and that's saying something.

"About us." Harry frowned at the strange word . Was there even an 'us' between him and Niall? He didn't dwell much on it, deciding to let the strangeness of the word go unnoticed.

"What about us?"

"Why did you come to apologize to me? Why did you bring me back home? You wanted me away for so long and now you want me back?" Harry muttered out, knowing full well that he seemed like an idiot right now, cheeks red, hair messed up, forehead a bit sweaty as he hadn't even changed and the silk pink shirt was hanging loosely from his frame. He watched Niall sigh loudly, fiddling with his fingers from lifting his head up to stare at Harry.

"I felt responsible. I never gave you a chance to explain your actions. I felt like I was pushing the band apart, by being so stubborn about you." Niall sighed once again, running a hand through his thick hair, reminding himself to get another trim.

"You weren't the only one to blame. I acted like a goddamn player, it was certain that you would think the worst of me." harry's lips curved into a small smile as he explained himself. He was just glad that they were having a simple conversation, nothing violent and nothing abusive was being said and they were both calm and sober. They were talking their feelings out like mature adults and that was just so much better than being at each other's throat most of the time .

"I'm sorry for that. I don't have the right to judge you on your actions, whether I approve of them or not," Niall smiled back. "Can we start over again? Be the perfect couple everyone is talking about?" There was a hint of bitterness in his voice and he just prayed to god that Harry wouldn't think it was because of him. The one thing Niall always hated was lying to the fans and right now, with his hand out for a handshake, he almost felt like he was renewing a business deal about betraying his fans once again. He tried to brush the feeling aside but it was still there. He knew this would blow up in their faces soon, lying never ends up with good results. He just hoped that him and Harry would make it out unharmed. But that was just wishful thinking.

"Sure." Harry smiled back, running the back of his hand through his forehead to wipe the sweat off before offering it to the blonde. Niall rolled his eyes but took the hand nonetheless. They were used to doing all sorts of nasty and unhygienic things around each other, a bit of sweat won't affect any of them. He smiled widely at the curly haired brunette, feeling a warmth fill his heart and when Harry pulled him closer for a bone crushing hug, Niall could almost feel his heart beat skyrocketing and then the realization set in.

He was starting to fall for Harry and he was damn sure that the brunette wouldn't be there to catch him. Or...would he?

AN/ So yes, now there will be two feelings in the way rather than just Harry trying his luck out. There's so much confusion about me going to college. And I'm so done with my parents confusing me and with my own mind confusing me. I can't even watch porn to calm myself down because I'm bleeding and porn really worsens my mood at these times -_-

I just wish I could go back to being a 15 year old because then time was easy and I had a hot boyfriend who kissed me really nicely. lol

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