Awkward (Narry)

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✔️ Niall secretly reads fan fiction, Harry secretly writes it, and Louis has an affinity for blue dresses. [FANFICTION 33] (began june 2014— completed january 2015)

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by hotteas

That. That is precisely why I wanted to stay away. I know too much already. I can't be reading up on Harry's interests. It's not healthy. It really isn't.

"I think I'll just ask someone else..." Harry says slowly, standing up. "You seem out of it today. You should probably sleep."

Or stop reading your fanfic. That's probably what I should stop doing. "Right."

"Hey Niall, want to go to town with me tomorrow?" Louis breezes into the room, not noticing the scene before him. "I need to buy new makeup. It's springtime. I can't be seen in maroon lipstick anymore."

"I like your maroon lipstick." Harry speaks up, and it's all I can do not to make a demented strangled noise. "It's nice."

"Well if you like it so much, why don't you wear it during spring, then? You'd get to see all the disapproving looks tossed your way, because the color you're wearing is not a spring fucking color!" Louis looks agitated with Harry. I probably should have warned the lovesick puppy that Louis is very defensive when people tell him he doesn't need to go shopping.

"No thank you."

"S'what I thought. Now fuck off, Styles." Louis snaps, and I realize that something is wrong. It's not about the lipstick; it's something else eating at him and making him upset.

"Sorry." Harry looks entirely apologetic and slightly confused at Lou's behavior, but he waves a goodbye at me and prompt leaves, never actually getting what he came for."

"What crawled up your arse and died?" I ask Louis once Harry is gone.

"Fucking freshman arseholes think they can be dickheads, and I just want to castrate the lot of them."

"What did they do?" I ask, even though I can probably guess myself.

""This school is for dudes only, bitch.", "So, are you like a girl or something?", "Your makeup makes you look like a prostitute's child."" Louis mimics the stereotypical cracking voices of freshman boys, fury written all over his face.

"Lou-"

"I almost murdered them. I hate new kids, goddamn it!" Louis shouts, throwing his shoes across the room, and I sit down on my bed, waiting for him to come to me. It takes a few moments before he makes his way over to me, pulling my comforter over and laying underneath it. "I'm fucking pissed."

"You're okay, Lou. Just don't worry about them. They're idiots." I rub his back over my blanket and hope it's soothing. It usually works, so I have little doubt that it isn't right now. "Do you know who it was?"

"These random ninth years that I ran into on my way back from the library. It was right after Nick let to go meet with the newspaper advisor. I don't know their names, but it felt like one of those cliche teen films, you know?" Louis rubs his eyes. "They all swarmed me at once, with their imbecilic insults, and it was all I could do not to pummel each one of them, then and there."

"I'll get the team to rough them up a bit if you can point them out during dinner." I say, and Louis laughs.

"Coach would be pissed."

"It would be worth it."

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