Graffiti //narry storan//

01: secret love song

secret love song- little mix ft. jason derulo

"liam you need to get the hell over here right now," niall whispers into the phone.

"whoa man, is everything alright?" liam answered into the phone, seriously concerned.

niall rolled his eyes, "why else would i be calling you? i don't like."

liam ignored the comment, knowing niall was in distress, "i'll be there in fifteen minutes."

niall spent those fifteen minutes pacing around his flat and looking over every single love note to him that was signed by that same set of initials. it was his harry.

"are you okay, mate? you sounded really upset on the phone-" liam was cut off by niall grabbing his wrist and dragging him over to the tv and pressing play on the news broadcast.

the room was silent as liam concentrated on the story of the mysterious graffiti artist loose in london. when he saw the picture of niall come up o the screen, his jaw dropped. "i-is that you?"

niall rolled his eyes yet again, and shoved the letters into liam's face.

dear princess,

i haven't seen you since our last date, and i know i'm only on vacation for a few weeks, but i miss you. i really wanted to stay with you that night. not sexually, but because i wanted to fall asleep and wake up ext to that beautiful face of your's.

i especially miss your laugh. it's so contagious. every time i ear you laugh, even if i'm in a terrible mood, it makes me laugh. i miss your eyes. they look like the planet's eighth ocean, and I want to drown in them. i miss your nose, and how it scrunches up when i kiss it. i miss our small arguments over stupid things like who chooses what we watch on tv. of course, you let me win, because you could never go wrong with 'friends'. you were always my monica and i would be your chandler. we would fall in love, (wait we already did that) then get married, and adopt twins. (only if you want twins, maybe even triplets. whatever you want) you would be a little chef in a restaurant and i would be working some boring job in an office every day.  i miss your cat too. she was always trying to ruin our moments, like when we cuddle while watching a movie, or in the middle of a steamy make-out session.

i remember our first date from three years ago like it was yesterday. we were sixteen and even more awkward than we are now. you giggled a lot and i thought it was the cutest thing. i still do. i brought you to a bar, and god, that was such a stupid idea. some girl started flirting with you and you got flustered, which was really cute, because you didn't want to tell her you were gay. i fixed the problem because i walked up to you and kissed you. i never knew i had that much confidence. that was out first kiss. even if it completely awkward, i'll never forget it.

liam skipped through the rest, not really having time to read every single word.

i'll see you again soon, my princess.

h.s.

niall stood waiting for liam to finish, his fingers in his mouth, biting at his nails. he could tell he was done, because he looked back over to see liam looking from the television to the paper in his hands.

"that's him."

right in front of his eyes, niall crumpled to the floor burying his face into his knees, "that's what i was afraid of."

liam walked over to niall, rubbing his back in a caring way, "but doesn't that mean he's free?"

niall sniffled and lifted his face from his knees, "but he's risking everything by doing this. i told him not to try and do this. he's gonna get caught and they're gonna take him away and ruin him all over again."

liam made niall look him right in the eye, "not if you get to him first. you find him first and you won't need to worry about them. you can find him and call the police on them and they can be punished in the right ways, so you can have the perfect life that you've been dreaming about. you guys can be chandler and monica. you could be happy again. i would love to finally meet happy niall."

he smiled at the memories of them discussing their lives together. they always would argue over who would be chandler and who would be monica. it was obvious that niall would be monica, considering he's very competitive and organized like her, while harry was very laid back and carefree like chandler, until it came to niall, then he overthought everything.

"yeah, i'd like to meet him again, too."

~++~

now, the two boys are standing in a queue at a small coffee shop in their small town of only about 1,000 residents.

the line wasn't very long, so they knew that they could get in and get out. niall sighed, running a hand through his bleached hair; he was nervous this plan wouldn't go through and someone would get hurt -most likely harry.

"okay. so how are we doing this again?" liam asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket. he was nervous as well, but not anywhere near as nervous as niall.

niall sighed, this was only about the eighth time he's had to explain it, "i'm going to leave a secret note right next to his painting in a special code that i know he would understand so we can finally meet up. it's killing me that i can't help him or that i can't hold him at night when he gets his nightmares, or the fact that i can't walk down the street with him and hold his hand or even see his god damn beautiful face. he means everything to me and i'm still scared that the one night in our old apartment will be the last time i get to see his beautiful face again."

the line had dwindled down, and it was now their turn to order. the cashier had spoken up and gotten both of the boys attentions. "my beautiful face? it's okay i work in the early afternoon on weekdays, you can see my lovely face again."

niall and liam both laughed at the cashier's joke. niall looked over to him and saw his name tag on his shirt had said 'louis'.

liam turned over to niall and sighed, "louis' in my architecture class."

louis' eyes widened at the sight of niall, "woah, you look just like that one graffiti painting on the side of that building in london."

of course he watches the news, niall thought to himself. he took a deep breath before speaking, afraid he'll choke on his words. "i-it's a long story."

louis looked around the small coffee shop. there wasn't anyone else in line, so he turned around towards the back room to yell at a co-worker.

"chelsea. cover my shift. i quit," louis yelled, throwing his green apron into the doorway of the back room. he hopped on the counter and climbed over by the two boys. "i got time."

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Okay this was complete shit but oh well I can always fix it later. I'm really sorry it's been a log time since my last update, but here it is.

And if you're reading my other story, Baby Daddy, hopefully a chapter will be up this weekend but I have exams and I'm stressing tf out.

Well, later.

-tori.