Different // Narry

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(A/N) Please ignore the picture. Thank you. I'm just bored.

NJS

"God its freezing out here" I rub both of my palm together until i could feel warmth wrapped around my hand.

I never like winter that much since i was a kid. The coldness somehow broke into my skin and squeeze my bone harshly, and my fragile body cant take it any longer.

Beside the weather, i also dislike the holiday on December. Christmas in my least favorite holiday. That thought is before Harry came to my life. Before Harry barge in into my little piece of shit heart. Christmas is never been so colorful to me before.

When we're younger, at Christmas, Harry love to come to my house and bring useless present he thought its important for him and he should give it to me. I cant help but to smile towards the strange lad.

He keeps doing it every year. Every single year, he keep coming to me and brought some useless present that he thought its important for him and for me too. And i guess, it does. Because he was the one who gave it to me.

But it stops when he finally found Dave.

Now, he somehow stop giving me useless things for Christmas and started to give me a real present. I don't know why, but i guess maybe Dave just somehow replace me.

Not that i'm mad.

Okay. Joking. I'm furious.

But what could i do? I mean- its logical. Dave is Harrys property now, so it somehow make sense that he eventually replace me with him.

And he's doing it right now.

This morning i asked Harry to come with me to Target. I want to buy some things for Christmas and put it in our small apartment for decoration. I was expecting a giddy nod like how he used to respond every time i asked him that but he change now, he only gave me a small sympathy smile and said that he has a date with Dave and he cant cancel it only because of Christmas decorations.

And in that time, right in the spot, i could feel a pang in my chest.

The old Harry never refuse my offer.

But i guess, time changed everyone.

I wont blame it on him, its his right. He has a boyfriend and they need some time to be alone.

"Fuck" I curse under my breath as i step into a pile of snow. Nice, now i don't need to buy white vans anymore, my black one already did an amazing job at doing it.

Okay, i'm sorry. Its actually not my shoes fault, its my fault.

Goddammit.

I lift my feet up and shake them so the snow could fuck off from my shoes. I'm just glad i use some thick  socks today. I frown my eyebrows as i keep walking, i remember something about homework that need to be done by today.

My Art professor is kind of a dick head. He loves to scold me without any reason at all. Guess he hate Irish? Nah- i think its because his daughter likes me.

Its not fault.

Blame it to the Irish charm.

I grab my phone slowly from my pocket jeans and text my best mate, Liam. Liam Payne is a sketchy guy who sit next to me at Art studies. He's a really nice lad, he understand me, he understand what i've been through with my love life. He knows that i love Harry, he basically know every secret that i kept from Harry.