“I don’ know, I mean, like, Y/N’s been my friend for so long, but lately it jus’ feels like.. We’re a little more than friends? She’s always cuddlin’ into my chest when we watch movies, and she always greets me with hello kisses, and she always knows my order at any restaurant or café- I dunno, maybe I’m just bein’ stupid? I’m probably the only one who sees it.” Harry murmured, letting out a small groan of frustration before reaching up to run a hand through his curls. He wasn’t particularly sure how the subject of you came up, but now that that was the subject on the table, he had to take the chance to get some things off his chest.
“I see it, fer sure.” Niall chirped, leaning back against the couch with furrowed brows as he continued to punch at the buttons on the video game controller, his eyes glued on the screen. “Trust me, you’d have t’ be a fuckin’ idiot not to- Oi, Louis, I said defend me from t’e back, not t’e front!- Not to see it.”
“I think you should go for it. Say something before someone else swoops her off her feet.” Liam reached over to pinch Harry’s shoulder before gesturing towards the stairs. “Just go upstairs and say you like her. Nothing to it.”
“What if she doesn’t feel the same way? That’d be awkward and nothin’ would be the same. It’s not like I can just barge into her room and go, ‘Hey Y/N, I really like you and I would love to take you out sometim-’”
“Hey, what are we talking about?” All four of the boys jumped in surprise when they heard your voice, Niall and Louis glancing at each other before beginning to tap at their controllers faster, wanting to avoid the conversation that was surely going to pop up sometime soon. Harry’s eyes widened before he cleared his throat, his cheeks growing red.
“Y/N! I thought you were takin’ a nap.” Harry turned, watching as you plopped down next to him.
“Sure, but that was two hours ago, and I can’t sleep forever.” You teased, looking at the screen to see what Niall and Louis were playing.
“Did you want some water, or something?” Liam offered, quickly scrambling off to the kitchen when you nodded. There was a moment of silence (in which Harry was beating himself up in his head) before you spoke up.
“Oh, I just remembered I have to clear up my schedule for Friday night.” You clicked your tongue, getting up off the couch before heading towards the stairs.
“What’s happenin’ Friday night?” Harry asked curiously, tilting his head in wonder.
“Our date, silly!” You hummed, padding up the stairs and not even bothering to say anything else. You knew everyone was in shock, because the furious clicking of the controllers had ceased, the sound of a cup clanking loudly against the countertop echoed from the kitchen, and Harry had choked on his own spit.
“At least now ya know she likes you back.”
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