September Thirteenth- [1D Narry Fanfic #1- 9/13]

Harry, I'm scared. I'm so scared. Why are you doing this? What are you even doing? Why am I talking to you? It's not you, is it? I don't know. I'm so scared, Harry. But you won't lose me, Harry. You won't.

The door was kicked open and I hung up quickly. I stopped breathing.  

"Horan!" a voice said. "I know you're here."  

It was... Zayn? 

"Zayn?" I heard myself say. 

"Yes."  

I climbed out from under my bed and fell into Zayn. He pulled back and kissed me on the forehead and then the nose. I still wasn't breathing and my eyes widened. WHAT WAS HE- he pulled me into a kiss on the lips and I closed my eyes, it'd be awkward any other way.  

"HOLY SH-" 

"Harry!" I screamed, tearing away from Zayn.  

"Harry. Oh. What fun." Zayn said sarcastically.  

"Why were you KISSING Niall?" 

"Why in the bloody hell do you care, Styles?" he said, jabbing his chest. 

"Since when do you like Niall?" 

"Why. Do you care. Styles." Zayn said. "Oh wait, I know why." he said, with an evil smirk. 

"Shut up." 

"In fact, I'll kiss Niall again, right in front of you." he said, grabbing me.  

"Ow!" I said.  

"Shut up, Niall. We all know you like it rough." he said, pulling me into him. 

"DON'T TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!" Harry said. "And don't touch him! He doesn't want to kiss you!" 

"You don't know that, you prick. Don't get your panties in a twist." 

"I can get my panties in a twist if I-" 

"Shut up! Niall doesn't like you!" 

"You don't know that, Zayn! You didn't even like him until-" 

"I've liked him forever! I'M just taking an initiative! Unlike some-" 

"THEN WHY DO YOU LIKE HIM, PRETTY BOY?!" 

"THANKS for the COMPLIMENT! And I like him because he's hot. And gorgeous." 

"Oh, really? Niall probably feels violated now!" 

"WE ALL KNOW Niall likes to be called hot!" 

"REALLY. BECAUSE Niall ISN'T A-" 

"YOU CAN'T SPEAK FOR HIM!" 

"GUYS!" I yelled. "STOP!" 

"Usually I'm a lover, not a fighter, Styles. But in this case, I will GLADLY knock you out." 

"Niall's too nice for you." 

"Well you know something? Niall will NEVER love you." 

The tension rose after that, and I could tell Harry was fighting back tears. Zayn looked proud of himself. 

"Zayn! Harry! Stop!" I yelled. "Leave."  

"Gladly." Zayn said. "Have fun with pretty boy, Niall." He left, and I could hear his motorcycle roar away. 

"Niall, I-" 

"Leave, Harry." 

My brain spoke one thing, but my heart spoke another.  

After about 20 minutes, I heard soft sounds outside my door. I opened it quietly and saw Harry crying. 

"I hate him. I hate him." 

"Harry?" 

"Oh! Niall! Hi." 

"It's okay, Har." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Me too." 

We collapsed on my bed and he looked at me. 

He fell asleep on my chest.  

I wondered what he thought.

[Hello, my readers! This chapter I wanted to make a surprise. Guess I did? 

Should Harry tell Niall?  

Or should Niall be confused? 

Let me know. 

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy! 

xx me]