Plan 003 - Ignore the idiot as per instructions by sass master Tommo
Harry didn't know what to do. How was one supposed to ignore the person that wasn't already looking their way? The brunette was tempted to scold Louis and tell him off for coming up with such nasty plans. It was supposed to be a lad's day out and already he could feel a feeling of dread settling in. Niall hadn't even spared him a single glance and he was certain that he wouldn't even have to act on the plan considering he was the one being ignored and avoided.
The curly haired man was tempted to grab a hold of the blonde and just shove some sense into him. It couldn't possibly be that hard to realize a person's feelings. Harry was certain that Niall wasn't an idiot. He was probably the most alert among all of them and also the wittiest one but the sheer adamant determination with which the blonde had refused to label Harry as a genuine and loving guy was really getting to Harry.
"What's going on between you and Niall?" Harry turned his head to face the voice of his band mate. They were all at a club, with Louis having gone off to get drunk and dance his worries off and Niall wandering off to lord know's where. It was just him and Liam sitting by the bar, with the puppy faced man taking a sip from his vodka every now and then rather than gulping it down in one go. Harry smiled at his clueless band mate.
"Nothing at all. You know how he has been for the past year." Since the beginning of their relationship, Harry thought to himself. It might've been fake and they might just have gotten out to the club for publicity reasons and also to have a good time, Harry was certain that once the blonde was drunk off his ass, he would be the one to wrap his arms around his slim waist and guide Niall inside the car, giggling obnoxiously at his slurring words because of all the eyes watching them. Harry mentally prepared himself for that in advance.
"I've noticed. I honestly thought the two of you would get along a lot better after that to be honest." Harry cocked an eyebrow towards his best mate, shaking his head fondly when the older man laughed and patted him on the back. "Oh come on chap, among all of us, you have to admit that you and Niall are the luckiest. You got paired with someone in the band, somebody you already knew well. Not some person off the street or some female celebrity you only read about in papers."
Harry nodded his head, quite aware of what Liam was proposing. It had been pretty ideal for the two of them, even though Harry had had fake girlfriends in the past but with Niall, he had felt that things might work out. That maybe for the first time ever, faking a relationship won't look like a job but might actually be a fun thing. However, his overgrowing feelings stopped him from just being a friend towards Niall and he started being rowdy in all senses possible. He only had himself to blame. He confused Niall and along the way, he confused himself.
"I suppose you're right but things don't always go the way they are supposed to. He hates me now," The curly brunette replied sadly, bringing the beer bottle closer to his lips and taking a huge gulp, his eyes trailing back from Liam's sympathizing gaze and on to the dance floor. He didn't need any sympathy from anyone, especially not from one of his closest friends. He knew he fucked up, they both did on a certain level and right now, Harry would much rather get drunk off his ass rather than face Liam's questions and his preaching words again.
He eyed the dance floor for a long time, knowing that Liam was still there sighing every now and then before turning his entire attention back to his drink. Harry had already spotted Louis, watching the older man grinding on some girl and the sight just made the brunette gag. He knew very well that even if Louis took the girl home tonight, he would definitely be sending her off packing the very next morning. He didn't dare stop the oldest of them all from his one night stands. A part of Harry understood Louis' actions, considering he had been in the same situation once, for a certain blue eyed idiot pushing all of his buttons.
Speaking of the devil, Harry fingers tightened around the tip of the beer bottle when he finally noticed the blonde. It seemed as if Niall was well aware of the brunette's glare, turning around abruptly to maintain contact with those green eyes before winking and goes back to sucking the face off a certain tall lad. Harry scoffed under his breath, eyes assessing the man Niall was fooling around with. He was taller than the blonde, though definitely shorter than Harry and had dyed blue hair, streaks of blonde peeking out every now and then. Over all, the wanker looked like a typical wannabe punk and that just made Harry scoff harder. He always knew Niall had a bit of a thing for tattoos and piercings, never getting them himself but he was always admiring the ones the rest if them have .
Harry tightened the grip on the bottle unconsciously, eyes watching with a dark glare as Niall titled his head back in a laughter, allowing the other male to litter his neck with hickeys. He wondered whether it was fun for the blonde, to make Harry suffer like this, to make him see the man he had loved for so man years getting touched by some random fucker who doesn't know Niall like he does. He wanted to scream and shout about how unfair all of this was, wanted to shake Niall up and just blurt his feelings out but the loud clatter of glass on the floor, turning his attention back to the present, making him frown when he noticed blood dropping from his arm and onto the floor.
"Fuck Harry!" Liam exclaimed, getting his handkerchief out from the back pocket before careful getting the remain shards of the glass bottle out of his hands and carefully placing them on the counter. He eyed Harry's blank faces, eyes following Harry's flare only to find the brunette staring blankly at Niall. Liam rolled his eyes, wrapping the cloth tightly around Harry's palm before calling out to the lad, ordering him to get up from the chair.
"I'm fine." Harry said coldly, eyes fixed on the pair that hadn't even glanced his way. He walked up from the chair, towards the dance floor, knowing fully well that Liam was shaking his head at the act, calling Harry back to get his wound disinfected but the curly brunette didn't dare turn around, not until he had carefully detached the blonde from the stranger. His Niall wasn't a man-whore, his Niall didn't have sex with strangers and if he was doing it all to spite Harry, then the brunette was going to stop him before things went too far.
"What the fuck!" Niall hissed, the high amount of pleasure and alcohol running through his veins diminished in an instant. He turned quickly to catch Harry's dull green eyes, frowning when he noticed the white cloth wrapped around the taller man's hand was turning red.
"Stop. This isn't you so please just stop." Harry whispered, knowing that with the distance between his body and Niall's smaller one, the blonde could hear him clearly even with the loud music. He placed his hands on the curve of Niall's back, smiling to himself when he noticed how they just...fit.
"Are you drunk? The fuck are you on about?" Niall faked an apologetic smile towards the man who had just been sucking his neck a few seconds ago.
"I'll back off. I won't touch you, I won't look at you and I won't talk to you. I'll even move out and call management, tell them to somehow end this entire thing." Harry breathed out, turning the blonde around so they were facing each other. His eyes traveled to Niall's thin lips, making him subconsciously lick his lips, moisturizing them.
"What are you on about Harry?" Niall's thick Irish accent reached his ears but Harry chose to block the question out, allowing himself to lean forward, allowing himself to place his lips on Niall's thin ones. Even though the blonde was quite confused, his body still responded to the pressure he felt on his pink lips, moving them along with Harry's, hands fisting the taller man's shirt in is his own. His mind screaming at him to stop but there was something in him that refused to listen. He had never seen Harry so unsure of himself and it was frightening Niall.
Harry pulled away after a few long seconds. Questioning to himself the thing Louis had questioned him earlier: why did Niall kiss him back? He shrugged the question off, not wanting to give himself any false hope. Niall was drunk and he was horny, he probably won't even remember anything tomorrow.
"I'm giving up on you." Harry whispered lightly, hands rubbing the blonde's swollen lips. Hr watched those blue eyes glint with confusion and quickly took a step back. "Just- just d-don't give yourself up to some stranger. You deserve somebody who truly appreciates you and i hope you find that person one day.' He gulped back the tears, feeling his eyes watering and a lump forming in his throat. If this is how it felt like to let someone go, Harry never wanted to feel this way again.
He smiled at the blonde, bringing his bruised hand to his chest and turning around, quite positive that Niall wont remember a single thing tomorrow and maybe that was better. And as for Harry, he knew he won't be fine but he'll manage. He had managed for years now all on his own. This won't be any different.
An/ the plot's getting thicker and sadder.
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Random question: what's the one song from 1D that just annoys you? (We all have that one song tbh)
For me its Little Black Dress. I don't like that song for some reason lol