“Sam!” Niall exclaims jumping on his boyfriend of three months.
Niall and Harry are the only openly gay boys in the media. Literally. Both boys had the opportunity to come out at an interview and they did. Niall confirmed his relationship whilst Harry stayed single but hurting.
Hurting because of Niall and his boyfriend. He knows things but keeps quiet.
Harry watches as Sam kisses Niall in a way that can only be described as nasty. You can hear the pants, tiny moans and lips slapping together.
They need to get a room. Harry thinks as he adverts his gaze somewhere else.
“Get a room!” Louis groans covering his head with a pillow.
“Okay.” Sam shrugs and pulls Niall in to the blondes shared bedroom with Harry.
“You okay?” Zayn asks Harry who nods nonchalanty. He’s already used to this. The other boys know Harry has been crushing on Niall for a while now but he is too oblivious.
“They better not be havig sex in there.” Liam mutters rubbing his temples. “I personally do not like Sam.”
“Agreed.” The other three boys chorus.
“He’s a real prick and all Niall does is cry when they’re together and get drunk to forget. I don’t understand why he keeps going back to him.” Zayn sighs defeated. “He’s using him for fucks sake!”
“Love blinds you.” Louis mutters. “And Harry, if you want you can sleep in my room. There’s a free bed.”
Harry nods and keeps quiet. Minutes later Sam and Niall walk out of the room with swollen lips, flushed cheeks, disheveled clothes and hair. Harry stands from the chair he’s sitting at and walks to his room slamming the door behind him. He changes in to work out clothes and prepares a bag.
He needs to let the anger go.
He walks out of the room to be met with curious glances. “Where you going?” Liam asks.
“Gym.” Harry answers shortly.
“Mind if I join?” Niall asks.
“I want to be alone, Niall.” Harry snaps and walks out of the hotel suite leaving a very confused blond boy. He takes the trip to the gym where he works out for long hours without stopping for a second to rest.
Harry makes his way back to the room and walks in. It’s empty. He sighs and pads to his room. He opens the door and drops the bag before walking to the bathroom, getting rid of his sweaty clothes.
Harry takes a long shower and wraps a towel around his waist before walking out. He’s tired and just wants to sleep. He jumps when he sees Sam lying on the bed half naked.
“Hi there Harry.” Sam smiles and Harry does not like it one bit.
“Fuck off.” He mutters and looks for clothes.
“Oh, come on, Harry. I’m just trying to be nice.”
“A little too nice.” Harry mumbles and takes his clothes to the bathroom. He gets dressed and walks out once again. He goes straight to the door and to the living area. He plops on the couch face down completely knackered.
Just as he’s about to fall asleep, a giggling Niall and Zayn walk in. Harry groans and covers his head with a couch pillow.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Zayn snorts.
“Sam.” He mutters. “Can you have a giggle session somewhere else? I want to try and sleep.”
“Why aren’t you in the room?” Niall asks, curious as to why one of his best mates is on the couch and not in bed.
“I will not be in the same room as you and Sam. No offense, Niall, but I won’t.” Harry answers.
Niall frowns and sighs walking to his room where Sam is.
“What’s up, mate?” Zayn asks sitting next to Harry’s legs. “I know you.”
“Zayn, when I walked out of the shower Sam was there lying half naked on the damn bed. He said he’s trying to be ‘nice’ but he isn’t. He’ll hurt Niall and I don’t want that to happen to him. He’s been hurt too many times before.” Harry rambles. “I know Sam’s a liar. I can see it in his eyes and the way he says he has an ‘important call’ to make. That’s pure bullshit.”
Niall storms out of the room and Harry’s eyes widen when Niall fists the younger boys shirt in his hand. “What the fuck did you do?!” He bellows.
“What the fuck, Niall?!” He yells back unfisting Niall’s hand.
“You came on to Sam! What the hell, Harry?” Niall’s face is flushed in anger and his chest is going up and down in heave breaths.
“I didn’t do anything!” Harry says shocked. “I have not placed a hand on him.”
“Then explain why Sam is crying! Explain that Harry!”
The curly haired boy cannot believe his best mate doesn’t trust him. He trusts a man who he has known for only three months over his best friend of four years. It’s ridiculous!
Harry feels the tears well up in his eyes but blinks them back. This is too much for him. Too much.
Zayn feels completely torn between the two. He doesn’t know what to do nor whom to comfort. They’re both his mates. Where are Liam and Louis when you need them?
Harry turns on his heel and pads to Louis’ room the tears rolling down his cheeks. He feels betrayed for some reason. He shuts the door behind him and slides down against the door. Quiet sobs escape his parted lips as he tugs on his hair.
“Harry? Please open up.” Niall whispers knocking in the door lightly. “Haz, please. I’m sorry for getting so upset.”
What Niall doesn’t know is that the curly haired boy fell asleep on the floor, head in his hands with tear stained cheeks.
“Good night, Haz.” He mutters. Niall pads back to his room where Sam is still ‘crying’ over Harry ‘coming on to him’. Niall sits on the bed next to Sam.
“You all right?” Sam asks quietly placing a hand on Niall’s shoulder.
Niall flinches and nods. “I’m fine.” He mutters and gets clothes to change in the bathroom. When he comes back he hides behind the wall when he hears Sam talking on the phone.
“Oh, babe, please. I am so close to getting him in bed. We’ll have the tape by next week.”
“Of course. We’ll make thousands, hell, even millions!” Sam exclaims quietly. “No. He is so whipped. You know, Jack, love does blind a person… I’ll call you tomorrow when I have the chance. I love you.”
Niall’s chest tightens and he feels the tears run down his cheeks.
I’m being used?
Niall storms in to the room and slaps Sam right across the cheek. “You asshole!” He screams rather loudly. “You’re using me! For a sex tape?! I trusted you! I loved you! I fucking hate you!” Another slap.
Liam and Zayn run in to the room and pull Niall away from Sam. “Niall, relax!” Zayn yells as Niall thrashes in his arms.
“Get out of here or I will call security. I swear if you don’t I will kick your ass so badly.” Liam growls.
Sam scrambles to pack his things and runs out of the room. He closes the door so hard it wakes a sleeping Harry up. Harry rubs his eyes and lets his eyes adjust. He yawns stretching his sore limbs. He hears screaming.
Harry jumps up, with a bit off difficulty due to his numb limbs, and runs out.
When he gets to his room Zayn and Liam are trying to comfort a sobbing Niall. Sam is long gone. “What happened?” Harry asks with a raspy voice.
Niall’s head snaps up and makes grabby hands at Harry like a child. Harry can’t resist the puppy eyes so he pads over and takes Zayn and Liam’s spot. He craddles Niall close to his chest as they lie down where he lets the blond boy cry in to his chest.
“What happened?” He asks again.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I should have known better. You wouldn’t do that. I know you wouldn’t. I’m sorry. Sam was using me.” Niall sobs out.
Harry tenses at Niall’s words. “He was what?” He grits out.
“He used me.” Niall whispers and wipes his cheeks. “I don’t even know why I’m like this.”
“He was your boyfriend, Ni. He used to. He’s a fucking prick.” Harry says running his slender fingers through Niall’s hair.
“Yeah, but I don’t even love him. I love someone else.”
“Really? Who?” Harry asks with his curiosity peaked. Who wouldn’t have their curiosity peaked when their best friend tells them they love someone else?
“I can’t say. I haven’t told anyone.” The blue eyed boy mutters, picking on a loose thread on Harry’s shirt.
“Okay. Then describe him.”
“Um, I’ve known him for years. He has nice eyes and hair. A beautiful personality. He’s nice, sometimes a little too nice. But that’s what makes me love him.” Niall mumbles.
“Niall, you suck at describing a person.” Harry chuckles. Niall slaps his chest with a scowl.
“You try and do better.”
“Okay. The guy I love, first, has an amazing personality. He’s carefree and happy-go-lucky. He can be very loud. A little too loud sometimes. His laugh is like music to my ears and is very contagious, trust me. He has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen and blonde locks, like yours. He’s not so tall but not so short either. Average height. He goes with the flow most of the time. I’ve known him for a while now, too. I met his family before. A lot of times actually. They’re as nice as him. He can sometimes be crazy and others be very quiet. There is no inbetween. Um, people didn’t like him but now they do. It hurt seeing him be hurt.
"He can be very demanding yet submissive at the same time, which makes no sense. At all. He can be confusing, too. He’s a bit of a nutter but I like him that way. He’s beautiful and I wish he could see that.” Harry finishes with a fond smile.
“Harry? Who’s the guy you described?” Niall asks.
“It’s you, Niall.” Harry takes a deep breath waiting for Niall to lash out or say something like he doesn’t love him back.
But Niall does the complete opposite. He looks up at Harry with complete adoration in his eyes as he cups Harry’s cheeks and presses their lips together.
Harry gasps quietly but wraps his arms around Niall’s waist pulling him as close as possible. The kiss is soft and sweet and gentle. Not like Sam’s and Niall likes that.
There aren’t any moans, no bum groping and no tongue. Just lips moving in sync and love.
When they pull away for breath they press they press their foreheads together with huge smiles on their faces.
“Why didn’t you tell me or one of the lads before?” Harry asks ghosting his fingertips over Niall’s flushed cheek.
“I dunno. I was scared.” Niall mutters adverting his gaze.
“Well, you should have. You would’ve never had to put up with that p-” Niall sends him a warning glare. “… Jerk.”
“Harry, he was actually my shoulder to cry on before we got together. He was there for me when I stayed up crying when you went out with girls and hadn’t come out.”
“Those were managements ideas, Ni. You know I like dicks and not chicks. God, they were awful. I thank the gods above I have never slept with one before.”
“I know, Harry, I know.” Niall murmurs before pressing their lips together once again. To say it was a simple kiss is wrong. To say it was snog, then it’s correct. But, Harry’s hands didn’t roam desperately like Sam’s. Harry just ran his hands softly up and down Niall’s sides. Niall pulls away first this time and snuggles in to Harry’s chest. “Night, Harry.”
“Night, baby.” Harry murmurs against his forehead.
When Zayn knocks lightly on the door to check on his mates he is pleasantly surprised when he notices Harry’s swollen kiss lips, disheveled hair on both boys and how snuggled they are.
“Are they awake?” Louis asks behind Zayn.
“No. They’re asleep and I think they’re finally together.”
A/N: This is my first attempt at a one shot and I literally wrote it in less than half an hour so. Request for one shots are open :)