so... who couldn't read the last chapter? [ 26 ]
LINK TO 26: http://scutts972.livejournal.com/679.html
the "boy" is the picture btw. (trent ford) (i love him)
I broke up with my boyfriend the other day.. :\ so uh yeah. Although I don't think you guys knew, and I love all of you guys so I thought I'd like, involve you in my life, but I'm not even sure if I told you! :c
♕ dedicated to 'Ship_the_Zarry' -- you're wonderful darling. ♕
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"Hey Harry?" Niall spoke, ruining the silence between the two as they lazed the day away.
"Yes gorgeous?"
"Can we go somewhere?" Niall asked, sitting up and removing his head from Harrys lap, thus removing Harry's fingers from his hair.
"Like where babes?"
"I don't know, somewhere silly." Niall answered, sitting up straight so he could look his devilish boyfriend in the eye.
"...like?" Harry urged, honestly having no idea where he should take his gorgeous boy.
"The Pancake Parlour!" Niall grinned, the excitement clear on his face. He hasn't been to the Pancake Parlour in years.
"The what?" Harry asked, furrowing his brows in confusion, what the hell?
"You haven't heard of The Pancake Parlour?" Niall asked not believing Harry.
"Uh, no."
"We can no longer date, Harold." Niall said, trying his best to look firm and strict.
Harry chuckled and stood up, fixing his pants then his hair. He held his hand out for his cross-legged boyfriend glancing up at him sheepishly through his long blonde hair.
"Come on then, let's go to this 'Pancake Parlour'." Harry sighed, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and shoving it in his back pocket, Niall's hand in his.
"Really? Oh you'll love it, the food and drinks are amazing."
So that's how Harry found himself in The Pancake Parlour at Eastland with his bubbly, excited boyfriend, ordering two buttermilk pancakes with blueberries, waiting patiently for it to arrive to their table, Niall ordering something called "Chocolate Jubilee".
"Do you like this place?" Niall timidly asked and Harry looked away from the entrance to the blonde boy.
"Well it's different, I'm not usually around this sort of... uh... crowd, but I like it." Harry smiled warmly to comfort the fidgeting boy. "I thought you wanted to do something silly?"
"I did, and we will when we're finished, but you look all serious." Niall noted, and Harry nodded.
"I'm watching a boy."
"Excuse me?" Niall asked, a little taken back at Harry's statement.
"The boy serving at the door keeps on looking at you. I've noticed." Harry told him, leaning in so that only Niall's ears hear what he was saying.
"That's ridiculous, Harry." Niall shook his head, not believing a word. If anything that boy was looking at Harry, he was the hot, sexy one.
"It's true, and if he comes over, I'll rip his head off." Harry grumbled out, and Niall had to hide his chuckle.
"Are you jealous, baby?" Niall cooed, lighting running his fingers in Harry's hair.
"No." Harry muttered, avoiding Niall's gaze.
"Don't you worry babe, I'm with you, not him, and besides," Niall paused to look at the boy, "He isn't even that... good looking."
"You hesitated!" Harry accused, making Niall gasp.
"I did not."
"You did!" Harry sulked in the chair, "You like him more than me."
"Now you're just being childish, Harry." Niall scolded, pecking his cheek.
"No I'm not." Harry muttered, crossing his arms and glancing up as a waitress placed their pancakes down in front of them.
"Let's just eat and forget it." Niall sighed, stealing a quick little glance at his jealous boyfriend who looked relieved to drop the subject.
Their late lunch, borderline early dinner was spent in a tense silence, Harry still occasionally glancing back at this boy who had his eyes on Niall. And that made Harry upset, angry, and just maybe... a little... jealous.
Harry paid for the food, and then left, Niall's hand ghosting his as they walked out of the Parlour. When Harry couldn't feel Nialls hand, he glanced back only to see that boy talking to him. Harry wanted to walk over and punch him, especially when he ran his hand down Niall's arm, but then Niall shot him a look and walked up to him, ending any anger Harry felt.
"What was that."
"He wanted to talk and he gave me this." Niall spoke, holding up a small, folded piece of paper.
"What is it."
Niall unfolded it. "His phone number, his name, and a small heart." Niall answered, watching Harry visibly tense. Huh. His name is Harry too. "His name is Harry." Niall spoke, only furthering Harry's anger more, accidentally.
"Throw it out."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your boyfriend, not him." Harry growled, turning around to face Niall and then getting really close to him.
"And I know that, Harry." Niall spoke in a warning tone, hoping Harry realised that he needs to calm down.
"You still accepted his phone number!"
"Only to be polite!" Niall sighed and pinched his nose, closing his eyes for a second, "let's not do this here, Harry." Niall spoke, self-consciously looking around at the people watching them fight.
"Fine." Harry spat, storming off and leaving Niall alone at the top of the escalator, looking as dumbfounded as ever. Was he supposed to follow and go home with Harry? Or does he have to call a taxi.
Niall slowly followed, making sure he kept Harry in sight the whole time, but keeping back just in case he wasn't welcomed to travel in the same car. His thoughts were confirmed when Harry got in the car and drove off, so, sighing, Niall called a cab and got them to pick him up.
He recited his and Harry's address and paid the taxi driver, even giving him a hefty tip since he had no change except a $50 note, just dismissing it as he got out of the yellow taxi.
Niall was a little... anxious to arrive home, but he knew he had no other option but get in that elevator, go to the penthouse and face his very angry boyfriend. So, taking a deep breath, Niall pressed the penthouse button on the elevator and patiently waited for it to reach the top, running over various things to say to his boyfriend to try and calm him down.
The front door was still unlocked from when Harry no doubt stormed inside giving Louis (who yes, was finally back to work without worrying about Niall and Harry "jumping each other's bones") a scare, so Niall cautiously pushed it open and silently locked it behind him in hopes of not disturbing the sudden silence throughout the penthouse.
Niall looked left, he looked right into the lounge room, saw no one, and made a beeline for the bar in the kitchen so he could make enough drinks to forget their fight that ruined a perfectly good evening. All he wanted was to go to The Pancake Parlour and then take silly photos with his boyfriend in the mirror that distorts your image.
Was that too much to ask?
With Harry, apparently so.
Niall sighed as he downed the first drink, moving onto the second when he felt arms wrap around his waist and a chin on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." was whispered into his right ear, and Niall closed his eyes in response, ignoring the boy wrapping himself around his smaller body. "I've never acted like this before." Harry further explained, and Niall pushed off of Harry and away from him, his arms crossed.
"Oh really." Niall spoke, taking in his rather distressed looking maybe-now-ex boyfriend. But Niall wasn't sure if they were breaking up or not.
"I've never... been with someone this long before, hell, Ni, I've never even dated someone as serious as you before," Harry spoke softly, watching Niall react to his words, "We've been dating for 9 months baby." Harry sighed when he noticed Niall just roll his eyes, "I'm sorry, I just... I don't know how to act, you're the first person I've ever loved Niall, apart from my mother, but please, baby, why won't you talk to me?"
"You embarrassed me! In front of people who will probably sell the story to the media! You yelled at me in public! You left the shopping centre without me!" Niall yelled, letting out all his anger and frustration at Harry. He noticed something move in his left eye and whipped his head to the movement, noticing Louis awkwardly standing there.
"...maybe I should leave?" Louis said quietly feeling venerable under Niall's gaze.
"No Louis!" Harry and Niall both yelled at the wide eyed boy, who merely sat down on the floor where he was stood, looking down at his hands.
"Baby please, I know, I just, I know I'm not that good looking, most people only want to get with me for my wealth, and when I saw that damn, entry boy, who looked like a fucking model, by the fucking way, I got jealous and worried that you'd think he was better than me and treat you much better than... well... than I do..." Harry rambled, slowing down towards the end as he realized what he was admitting to his angry boyfriend who was probably going to break up with him for this.
Niall immediately softened, seeing a side to Harry he doesn't get to witness often. His soft, child-like side. It melted his heart and Niall sighed, stepping forward to cup Harry's cheeks.
"You treat me like a Prince, Harry. I did think he was attractive, yes, c'mon, even you must have too, it was obvious he was, but babe, I wouldn't leave you for some random boy that decided he wanted to stare at me throughout my date with my gorgeous boyfriend." Niall said softly, and Louis took that as his cue to get up off the floor he just cleaned and go to a different room in case it just became awkward with him in the room.
"Please don't break up with me." Harry sobbed, looking at the floor, avoiding Niall's beautiful blue eyes.
"I-"
"I couldn't handle being without you for a second time... it'd kill me..." Harry sobbed, breaking Niall's heart in the process.
"I'm not going to-"
"I love you, I love you so much, please don't leave I just, I made a mistake, I love you baby please, I can't be without you again, I just can't-"
Niall pressed his lips to Harry's soft pink ones, successfully shutting him up. Not that Niall wasn't enjoying hearing Harry being worried and incredibly lovey, but he needed to get it through his thick head somehow that he wasn't planning on leaving.
Harry moaned as Niall slipped his tongue into his warm mouth, running his tongue over the backs of his teeth and massaging Harry's tongue with his own, Niall's hands at Harry's nape, tugging on the smaller curls at the bottom of his head, earning another moan from the taller, older, stronger, sexier, hotter, amazing boy.
When Niall pulled away, biting Harry's bottom lip and then slowly releasing it through his teeth, Harry fluttered his eyes open and finally met Niall's gaze.
"I love you." Niall whispered, embracing Harry in his arms, rocking him softly back and forth as Harry hid his face in Nialls neck.
"you will never know, just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I'm just in love, when you wake me up."
Niall couldn't help but start singing one of his favourite Ed Sheeran songs, and he knew that Harry would only smile into his neck and hum along to Niall's soft singing.
"you just need to breathe, to feel my heart against yours now, against yours now. 'Cause maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up, or maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up, maybe I fell in love when you woke me up..."