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-Niall’s Point of View-
“Does this look good?” Harry questions turning around in a circle in the middle of the dorm.
I look up from tying my shoes and my chest aches at how fucking beautiful Harry is.
Harry’s got on this loose fitted white t-shirt that dips low revealing his collar bone. The pair of black jeans fits him just right making his legs look miles long and hugging all the right places. Looking that perfect shouldn’t be allowed.
“You don’t like it.” He states.
I gaze at his face. His green eyes hold mine, the cloud of curls hover just above his brow.
“You’re so lovely, Harry.” I sigh. I hope he can hear the way the words wrap around his name like a caress.
The corners of his lips turn up slowly. The smile reaches his eyes and it makes everything right in the world. It makes me feel good. Better than good, every single fantastic word there is. There isn’t anything to do but smile back at him.
“You are too.” He saunters over and straddles me. His arms hang loosely on my shoulders.
I look down. I suddenly feel ordinary.
“I want to make you feel beautiful because that’s what you are.” He says pressing his forehead against my own.
“Yeah I know…’inner beauty’ and all that jazz.” I scoff.
“No. Well you are beautiful on the inside but you are on the outside too. You’re too gorgeous to have all these insecurities.” His words ghost over my lips.
“What do you know about insecurity?” I ask carefully sliding him off my lap.
“I may not understand it, but I know what it is.”
“You’re lucky.”
“Lucky? What good am I if I can’t make you feel wonderful?”
My head snaps to him.
“I’m sorry. Hey, look at me. It’s okay. I don’t mean to push this on you.”
“I should be making you feel good. But you’re so sad sometimes.” Harry takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine.
“I know. I’m such a downer-“
“Stop that.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“I don’t like the way you run yourself into the ground.”
I never thought of it that way. I don't do it intentionally. I can't help it if I don't think very highly of myself. It doesn't help my self-esteem comparing myself with gorgeous Harry. I've got to stop.
“You’re right.” I sigh lying back in bed.
Harry snuggles against my side and drapes his leg across my waist. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him against me close as possible. His hand travels beneath my shirt and I break out into chills. He outlines the faint abs on my stomache.
The door bursts open and I sit bolt upright.
It’s only Zayn accompanied by Louis.
“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I ask my cheeks flushing.
They don’t normally burst in on me like this.
“We thought we might as well pick you up before we go to Study Hall.” Zayn shrugged.
“I thought I’d meet you all there. C’mon Harry.” I pull him up with me.
“Sorry mate, Zayn’s been a bit pissy since the morning.” Louis whispers to me.
I roll my eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time. Zayn’s mood changes as much as he changes his bloody trousers. When he breaks up with a girlfriend, he’s foul for the rest of the day. When he doesn’t do well on a test, he spends the day scowling at nothing. That’s just the way he his.
We walk to the pub since it’s literally just off the campus. Zayn wordlessly walks ahead of us while Louis and I chat idly. Harry stays close beside me with his arm slung over my shoulder and my arm around his waist. Every now and then I’d glance over at him and he winks and puckers his lips at me. I swear everything this lad does makes me blush for ages.
In the pub, I quickly see it’s already full of familiar faces.
Harry pulls me a little closer.
I could see Zayn already ordering pints for us. Louis spots an empty booth and Harry and I slide onto one side while Louis takes the other side.
Louis is scanning the crowd anxiously. When he spots her, his entire face lights up like a lad on Christmas, or me at the prospect of Nandos. I turn around to find her as well. There she is. Eleanor. She looks charming in denim shorts and a striped shirt I’m positive belongs to Louis. Her caramel colored hair falls loosely around her shoulders. When her eyes finally land on Louis, a shy smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. Louis doesn’t waste time running up to her and engulfing her in a theatrical kiss, dipping her dramatically.
“He loves her.” Harry says watching the couple dreamily.
“How do you know?” I ask, tilting my head.
“I just do.” Harry says with a smile.
Zayn approaches us with drinks and I sip my beer. Damn. I fucking love beer. It's got to be in blood.
Harry eyes the pint of beer in front of him like it might come to life and bite him. I watch him slyly. He’s such a fascinating thing. His tongue swipes his bottom lip while he leans down and sniffs the contents of the glass.
“You don’t drink Harry? Niall loves to drink.” Zayn says downing half his glass.
“You do?” Harry asks turning to me.
I nod shyly.
Harry picks up the drink without hesitation and chugs it down without letting a drop dribble down his chin. I must say I’m impressed. Zayn is as well by the looks of it.
“If you love it, I love it.” Harry pecks my lips.
Zayn gets up abruptly.
“Something wrong mate?” I ask.
“No, I’m just gonna go throw up now.” He says bitterly.
What the hell is up his arse?
“So what do we do here?” Harry asks looking around the bar.
“We hang out.” I laugh.
“Can I kiss you while we ‘hang out’?” He asks running his fingers along my jaw.
“In front of everyone?” I ask a little surprised.
“Are you embarrassed of me?” He questions.
“Of course not!”
“Then come here.” He smiles shutting his eyes and puckering up.
He looks so bloody adorable with his lips pouting, waiting for my own lips to meet his. I think he could wait forever that way. Just waiting for me. I glance around the pub and lick my lips anxiously. It's be a crime to make him wait.
I fill the space and kiss him.
“Shall I kiss you more?” He asks running his fingers in my hair.
My cheeks are flaming and for once, I don’t care if people are looking at us or not.
“Yes.” I sigh with longing.
Harry smiles cheekily grabbing the collar of my red shirt to capture my lips once more. The way he kisses me makes me feel so loved and cared for. Everyone deserves to be kissed this way.
“Hi Niall.” A voice comes from behind me.
I look up to see Liam standing there with a small smile on his wonderful lips.
“You mind if I join you?” He asks innocently.
Harry grips me possessively.
“Sure.” I gulp.