"I have a secret!"
Harry frowned. Why did he say that during the interview? Liam was surprised and the management had scolded at him a lot, but the truth was that he had a secret. He actually hadn't just one, he had a lots of secrets. Still, he wondered why those words came out from his mouth? The idea was that the fans wouldn't begin to talk about if Harry was this or that. The idea was just that the fans would get to hear the latest. Yet it was as if Harry for a moment lost his mind.
"I have a secret!"
Harry frowned. Why did he say that during the interview? Liam was surprised and the management had scolded at him a lot, but the truth was that he had a secret. He actually hadn't just one, he had a lots of secrets. Still, he wondered why those words came out from his mouth? The idea was that the fans wouldn't begin to talk about if Harry was this or that. The idea was just that the fans would get to hear the latest. Yet it was as if Harry for a moment lost his mind.
"I have a secret!"
Niall giggled like a schoolchild when Harry came into the hotel room.
"I heard!"
Harry growled something and immediately he went into the bathroom. He pulled off his clothes and before Niall had time to say anything more, he stood under running water. He had to calm down. "I have a secret!" echoed in his head and he closed his eyes. Yes, maybe he was honest, but there weren't many who wanted him to be honest. He took his hand through his hair and then he opened his eyes. In the mist from the water, he saw that Niall joined him in the bathroom. The Irishman was the only one who knew everything and yet he stayed.
"I'm not in the mood." Harry got hoarse forward, but Niall didn't give up. Niall knew what he would do, how he would do it and when.
"Harold, come on!" he murmured with his soft little voice. "It wasn't so bad, and it's soon forgotten."
Harry sighed.
"You know that nothing's forgotten as long as it ends up online?"
Harry wasn't really in the mood for just one more thing. He felt just to be in bed and sleep off the evening. He sighed when Niall didn't seemed to listen and eventually he shut off the water. He stood with his back against the wall and he looked out through the misty curtain.
"What would have happened if I had said something more?"
Niall was silent for a few seconds. Harry almost doubted that he still was there.
"Then we had to reschedule."
Niall was so sure that everything would work out. Harry wished sometimes that he was like the Irishman, just for one day or for one hour.
"It was so close...." Harry whispered. "I was so close to telling that man about everything."
Niall seemed to sit on the toilet seat. He sighed a little bit, but he seemed to understand.
"And if you had told him? Do you think that the world had changed?"
Harry smiled a little bit. He ran his hand through his hair and he felt water droplets flowed down at his naked body. He was thankful that he couldn't look Niall into the eyes for the moment.
"You know what I mean?"
Niall knew.
"Yes, but I don't understand why you are so upset?"
Harry swallowed. He felt his body slowly began to freeze. He couldn't stand in the shower all night, just to avoid Nialls eyes? Slowly, he stood more straight with his back and he tried to collect himself.
"Niall, you know I love you but they aren't ready."
This time the Irishman seemed tired of talking to a shower-draper. He stood up and he pulled away the curtain. Now he could see Harry straight in the eyes.
"I know, but one day we have to tell the others?"
Harry agreed. He regretted that he was so cowardly, but at the same time, he couldn't find the courage.
"One day?"
Niall got a crooked smile, that smile as made Harry's entire body vibrating with desire. Niall slowly stretched out his hand towards him.
"Come!" he whispered tenderly. "Let's get on some clothes and dry your hair. You look tired?"
Harry took his hand. He went out on the toilet floor and he watched as Niall wiped his tired body. The Irishman was the answer to everything. Harry loved him, he had almost loved him all the time, as long as they had known each other.
"Thank you!"
Niall smiled and he pulled the towel around Harry's waist and made so that it hung there.
"All for you." he whispered tenderly. "I love you and I have patience. Let's just change the subject?"
Harry nodded, and then he pulled out Niall in his arms. Their lips met and they both knew. It didn't matter if they got the secrets from the world. As long as they knew what they felt for each other, that didn't matter.
"I heard!"
Harry growled something and immediately he went into the bathroom. He pulled off his clothes and before Niall had time to say anything more, he stood under running water. He had to calm down. "I have a secret!" echoed in his head and he closed his eyes. Yes, maybe he was honest, but there weren't many who wanted him to be honest. He took his hand through his hair and then he opened his eyes. In the mist from the water, he saw that Niall joined him in the bathroom. The Irishman was the only one who knew everything and yet he stayed.
"I'm not in the mood." Harry got hoarse forward, but Niall didn't give up. Niall knew what he would do, how he would do it and when.
"Harold, come on!" he murmured with his soft little voice. "It wasn't so bad, and it's soon forgotten."
Harry sighed.
"You know that nothing's forgotten as long as it ends up online?"
Harry wasn't really in the mood for just one more thing. He felt just to be in bed and sleep off the evening. He sighed when Niall didn't seemed to listen and eventually he shut off the water. He stood with his back against the wall and he looked out through the misty curtain.
"What would have happened if I had said something more?"
Niall was silent for a few seconds. Harry almost doubted that he still was there.
"Then we had to reschedule."
Niall was so sure that everything would work out. Harry wished sometimes that he was like the Irishman, just for one day or for one hour.
"It was so close...." Harry whispered. "I was so close to telling that man about everything."
Niall seemed to sit on the toilet seat. He sighed a little bit, but he seemed to understand.
"And if you had told him? Do you think that the world had changed?"
Harry smiled a little bit. He ran his hand through his hair and he felt water droplets flowed down at his naked body. He was thankful that he couldn't look Niall into the eyes for the moment.
"You know what I mean?"
Niall knew.
"Yes, but I don't understand why you are so upset?"
Harry swallowed. He felt his body slowly began to freeze. He couldn't stand in the shower all night, just to avoid Nialls eyes? Slowly, he stood more straight with his back and he tried to collect himself.
"Niall, you know I love you but they aren't ready."
This time the Irishman seemed tired of talking to a shower-draper. He stood up and he pulled away the curtain. Now he could see Harry straight in the eyes.
"I know, but one day we have to tell the others?"
Harry agreed. He regretted that he was so cowardly, but at the same time, he couldn't find the courage.
"One day?"
Niall got a crooked smile, that smile as made Harry's entire body vibrating with desire. Niall slowly stretched out his hand towards him.
"Come!" he whispered tenderly. "Let's get on some clothes and dry your hair. You look tired?"
Harry took his hand. He went out on the toilet floor and he watched as Niall wiped his tired body. The Irishman was the answer to everything. Harry loved him, he had almost loved him all the time, as long as they had known each other.
"Thank you!"
Niall smiled and he pulled the towel around Harry's waist and made so that it hung there.
"All for you." he whispered tenderly. "I love you and I have patience. Let's just change the subject?"
Harry nodded, and then he pulled out Niall in his arms. Their lips met and they both knew. It didn't matter if they got the secrets from the world. As long as they knew what they felt for each other, that didn't matter.