"I chose you, it wasn't like I just ran into you."
Harry was angry. He saw that Niall doubted his feelings. It was as if the Irishman had entered a crisis and he didn't know what he would do about it.
"But you flirting with everyone!" whimpered Niall and he sat down on the couch. "It isn't easy for me to trust you, not when you are talking with girls like that."
Harry smiled a little bit. He knew why Niall was like he was. They had been and met fans and as always tried Harry to being nice to everyone. He sat down on the sofa and he looked straight at Niall.
"And should I be jealous of all the girls as you hug?"
Niall looked up and he frowned.
"It's not the same thing?"
Harry didn't agree with him this time.
"Well it's the same thing!"
Niall took a deep breath, and he shook his head.
"I don't do like that and stare into their eyes and telling them that they are wonderful."
Harry laughed a little bit and he couldn't help but be amused. He raised his hand and he stroked it against Nialls cheek.
"You know it's just words?" he whispered tenderly. "You know I prefer you and I don't want them in the same way. I want to be nice and I want them to remember me as something good. That's all."
Niall swallowed and he looked into Harry's eyes.
"But I get jealous."
Harry let his hand stay under Nialls chin and he looked into the Irishman's eyes.
"I love you!" the words sounded misty, cloudy, and everything depended on the desire as Harry felt for Niall. "You are all that matters and if I must choose, I choose you."
Harry was angry. He saw that Niall doubted his feelings. It was as if the Irishman had entered a crisis and he didn't know what he would do about it.
"But you flirting with everyone!" whimpered Niall and he sat down on the couch. "It isn't easy for me to trust you, not when you are talking with girls like that."
Harry smiled a little bit. He knew why Niall was like he was. They had been and met fans and as always tried Harry to being nice to everyone. He sat down on the sofa and he looked straight at Niall.
"And should I be jealous of all the girls as you hug?"
Niall looked up and he frowned.
"It's not the same thing?"
Harry didn't agree with him this time.
"Well it's the same thing!"
Niall took a deep breath, and he shook his head.
"I don't do like that and stare into their eyes and telling them that they are wonderful."
Harry laughed a little bit and he couldn't help but be amused. He raised his hand and he stroked it against Nialls cheek.
"You know it's just words?" he whispered tenderly. "You know I prefer you and I don't want them in the same way. I want to be nice and I want them to remember me as something good. That's all."
Niall swallowed and he looked into Harry's eyes.
"But I get jealous."
Harry let his hand stay under Nialls chin and he looked into the Irishman's eyes.
"I love you!" the words sounded misty, cloudy, and everything depended on the desire as Harry felt for Niall. "You are all that matters and if I must choose, I choose you."