#1d request

“Y/N?” He called, and you could hear him dropping his things, just like he always did. Was it that hard to hang his coat on the hook? You shook your head, telling yourself that it was not him that you were mad at, it was your friends. Harry had gotten back from tour not too long ago, but just for a short break. In a couple of days, he would be jetting off to another foreign place and you would be left alone. You friends were mad because you had not been spending time with them like you normally do, and they blamed Harry. They just didn’t understand; they didn’t have a boyfriend who was an international sensation, and that was no fault of their own. But it also meant that they didn’t understand your situation, and they didn’t seem to want to.

“Little bird?” He hummed, a smile stretching across his face when he saw you in the corner. You looked up at him, your best representation of a smile trying to come across your face to hide your annoyance. He wasn’t fooled though; that boy knew you, and your moods, like the back of his hand. “I didn’t do it,” he exclaimed, holding his hands in the air, and you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking your head.

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, patting the space next to you on the small couch. When he sat, you leaned in to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You laced your fingers together, and looked up at him, studying his expression. “It Y/F/N and Y/O/F/N,” you sighed, looking away from him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t prompt you; instead, he just waited for your explanation.

“They’re mad that I don’t spend enough time with them when you’re home,” you mumbled eventually, chewing on your bottom lip to keep from letting the tears well in your eyes. “They just don’t understand.”

He sighed heavily, they pulled you closer than you already were, and planted a kiss to the top of your head. “You know you can hang out with them when I’m home, right?” He said slowly and you pulled away, looking up at him. “Are you siding with them?” You said, a little temper rising into your voice.

He shook his head calmly, and continued. “I’m just saying that I hate that you sit inside when I’m in town and wait for me to come home.” He leaned forward, kissing the tip of your nose, which made you shrivel your nose in response.

You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin on them, studying him. “I suppose you’re right,” you whispered eventually, then shook your head. “It’s just-I miss you so damn much when you’re gone. And I-I don’t know, maybe part of me thinks that if I’m not here when you get home then that’s just more time that I miss being with you.” You moved your face downwards to hide the expression on it, as a tear trickled down your cheek.

With that, you felt two soft hands reach forward and pick you up effortlessly. Harry cradles you in his lap and laces his arms around your middle, pulling you closer. “I know that me being gone is hard for you,” he whispers, “And I wish like hell I could change that,” he shakes his head slowly, “But I cant. Not now anyways. You know that. But whether you’re here or not when I come home, I will always come home.” He removed his hand from your waist, and used it to lift your chin to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “I will always come home to you.”

“I win?” You ask, incredulous, mostly because you never win. After it kicked, however, you were elated. I win!” You yell, jumping up from your place on the carpet. You do a little victory dance, which ends up looking more like the dance from Napoleon Dynamite. Harry rolled around the carpet, laughing so hard his eyes were brimming with tears. In all honesty, you hadn’t realized how ridiculous you had looked until you stopped, rewinding the last minute in your head. Upon this realization, you laughed harder, nudging Harry slightly with your foot. “You’re such a weirdo!” He laughs, pushing himself to his feet. He starts walking towards the kitchen, and you grab his hand, pulling him back towards you. “Where are you going?” You ask, grinning wide at him. “To get food.” He chuckles slightly, leaning a little towards you, your faces just inches from each other, “You exhaust me.” Harry and you had been friends since you were children. You lived down the street from him growing up. Your parents were good friends and your sister and Gemma were inseparable; Gemma was even in your sister’s wedding. Hell, you were even with Anne when Harry had auditioned for the X-Factor. “I do, do I??” You smirked, looking down at his lips. You licked yours subconsciously, but when he started to lean in, you pulled away quickly. “The sandwiches await!” You exclaim, pointing towards the ceiling. You take him hand and pull him towards the kitchen. He laughs at you, but is rather quiet while he makes you both food. It’s not that you don’t have feelings for him: you always had. From the time you two pretended to be married when you were younger; you even had a ceremony, complete with a veil made out of toilet paper. To the time your high school boyfriend ditched you at the dance and Harry swooped in, making you completely forget about him. “I think I just wifed you,” You smirk when he hands you your favorite sandwich, “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be making you sandwiches?” He laughs, taking a bite of his sandwich, taking some of the mustard the dripped at the corner of his mouth, and bopping it on your nose. You glare at him, but he just smiles and walks towards the couch. You wipe the mustard off of your nose, following after him, and pop your finger in to your mouth. You’re sitting on the edge of the couch, your toes stuck under Harry to keep them warm, when Niall walks in, along with Louis and Liam. “Niall!” You exclaim, jumping off the couch quickly. You run to him, wrapping your arms around his familiar frame. The boys had just gotten back in to town about a week ago, and while you had seen Harry almost every day, this is the first time you had seen the other boys. “Y/N!” He laughs, picking you up off your feet slightly, his arms wrapped around your waist. He twirls you in a circle quickly, then puts you down, kissing your forehead. “I’ve missed you!” You and Niall and clicked right away, becoming fast friends. He was also the only one who knew your true feelings for Harry. He was the one who you would message when Harry wasn’t acting quite himself: he was normally rather chipper on the phone, but when he became quiet and distant, you knew something was up. Niall would keep an extra eye on him for you and report back to you. You walk towards the couch, your arm linked with him, and you both plop down on the couch next to him, talking like rapid fire. You both had so much that you wanted to catch up on; just talking over the phone never quite did it. Eventually when your conversation died down, you looked around the room, the other three boys sitting on the floor, playing some card game, occasionally dipping a chip or two in some dip they had found. The boys had become so comfortable with you, and you with them, that they just helped themselves when they walked in to your house, and you loved it.

However, you would catch an occasional glare from Harry, out of the corner of your eyes or straight on. He would watch you and Niall, and you could feel a sudden jealousness coming from him. He always acts weird when you are with Niall, like he thinks that you two are going to have feelings for each other or something. But that wasn’t the case whatsoever. You two were just really close’ he had become like a brother to you, and you loved him, but nothing like the way you loved Harry. You were always just too scared to tell him out of fear that it would mess up the relationship that you had. “Don’t you dare,” you warn, holding up your finger, but despite the warning, Niall’s hands find the most ticklish parts of your stomach, sending you squealing. "Say you love me!” He yells, tickling you more and more. “I will, “ you inhale deeply, trying to gain your composure, “not,” you start to lose your resolve, “admit defeat!” “Say it!” He continues, his hands becoming more ferocious. “Fine!” You give in, pushing him away, “I love you!” He stops tickling you, and crosses him arms, looking smug as you try to gather yourself. "I knew it,” He laughs, leaning his head back on the couch. You scrunch your nose up at him and hit his arms, chuckling slightly. Harry grumbles and pushes himself up from the ground, and storms off towards the stairs, his long legs carrying him there quickly. “What was that about?” You asks, looking around confused. Liam just shrugs, but Louis looks at you and says, “I think you know. “ You look at him confused, a sudden pang in your heart from not knowing what happened. You slowly walk up the stairs, knowing that he went straight to your room. The door is closed and you knock on it softly, before opening it up. "What’s wrong?” You ask quietly. He is standing in front of the window, his arms crossed, and you walk up to him and put your hand on his back. “Nothing,” he grumbles, shrugging you off. “Something is.” You say softly, turning him to face you, his eyes not reaching yours. “Tell me,” you mumbled, squatting slightly so that you can make eye contact with him. "You,” he sighs, leveling his eyes with yours so that you could stand normal. “What did I do?” You ask, dropping your arms and instantly feeling guilty, hurt coming across your face. “Do you not think I see the way you and Niall act around each other?” He whispers, crossing his arms, exhaling. When you look confused, he quotes in an Irish accent, “Say you love me.” Sudden realization hits you, and you shake your head quickly. “Harry, Niall and I, w-were just friends,” you looked at him, your eyes sad. “You don’t act like it.” He sighs, and turns to sit on the bed. You sit next to him, taking his hand. “What is this really about?” You ask eventually, walking over to him. You stand in front of him, your body between his knees. You place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face up to look at you. “Y/N, I-” he pauses, and you give him a moment before nodding for him to continue. He takes a deep breath, then continues. “I love you. I-I’m in love with you. I always have been. But I’ve always been afraid to say something because I didn’t want it to ruin our relationship. But when I see you with Niall, the way you two laugh and act, it makes me jealous, because I know that we are never going to be more.“