Always the Bestfriend

It’s 2013.

It was just weeks before the TMH tour starts and the boys were doing last minute preparations before they head out all over the world for another 9 months.

*Ding*

“Didn’t even last five minutes” Harry’s eyebrows furrow as he thinks to himself.
He looks over to Niall smiling down at his phone, reading one of Y/N’s messages about God knows what.

“She’s managed to send Niall about a dozen messages within the past hour, but couldn’t bring herself to send me one over the Holidays?”

“You do know you look like a bloody idiot doing that,” Harry hears Louis say.

“Doing what?” Niall asks innocently.

“Oh for God’s sake Niall. You’ve been glued to your phone and laughing by yourself for about two hours now. And that’s just since the rehearsal’s started, the ride over here was no different mate.”

“Give him a break, Lou. It’s probably Y/N.” Zayn teases.

“Didn’t expect it to be anyone else really.” Louis rolls his eyes while laughing

“Piss off.” Niall laughs.

“What’s up with you two? Ever since December last year you two’ve been inseparable.” Zayn asks.

“Yeah mate, you never told us what happened after Cirque. If it weren’t for pictures of you two all over the internet we wouldn’t have known” Liam adds.

This was Harry’s cue to leave. He stands up from where he was sitting and excuses himself. He wasn’t sure he was ready to hear what Niall was going to say.

Harry remembers everything from that night. He does because even after downing glasses of alcohol he was fully aware of how Niall’s never left your side since you’ve arrived at the club filled with heavily intoxicated party goers.

He remembers the awful sort of burning feeling in his gut he felt that night and wasnt sure if it was because of the amount of alcohol in his system or because everytime he’d look at you and Niall, Niall was whispering something in your ear and Harry would hear you giggle.

Harry didn’t like it at all.

It was the giggle he’d hear when you and him were playing video games and he’d try and cheat his way into winning by taking your controller and tickling you at your sides. The same one he’d hear all those cold nights when you two would sneak past your guards, out of the hotel and head over to your favorite little cafe back in New York that served the world’s best hot chocolate in his opinion. Y/N would laugh at him when he drank from his cup and a foam moustache would form on his upper lip.

Y/N’s laugh was his favorite sound in the entire world and it made him insanely jealous that it felt like it wasn’t shared between just the two of you anymore. Now Niall was privy to it as well.

As if she was listening to his thoughts, and right on cue he hears it.

“Hey Harry.”

He turns around and sees Y/N. She and Gemma brought takeout for the boys.

Harry didn’t know anyone could look as pretty as Y/N did wearing an oversized pink jumper and black ripped jeans, and he blushed when Y/N flashed him a smile.

“Cat got your tongue, brother?” Gemma whispered to Harry.

“Oh, stop.” Harry whispered back. He playfully puts an arm around Gemma and covers her mouth with his hand in an effort to hush his sister.

Y/N, Harry, and Gemma joined the rest of the boys chit chatting and catching up while the boys had few minutes to kill before rehearsing again.

When Y/N sat herself beside Niall, too close for Harry’s liking if he’s honest, Gemma shots Harry a quizzing look.

She was used to seeing Y/N and Harry being two peas in a pod when they were together. It was as if an invisible string tethered the two of them to each other. They would always have little inside jokes and quietly laugh amongst themselves, and she would notice how her brother’s smile would always be bigger and brighter when he’s with Y/N.

Gemma and Y/N were really close as well. She was a fan even before they met and even had a few of Y/N’s merchandise. Something Harry had conveniently mentioned during their first meeting, laughing uncontrollably at the sight of his embarrassed sister. But most of all Gemma loved that though Y/N was already really big and famous when they met, they still had a lot in common - like they’ve been friends for years.

So when she saw how Harry was with Y/N she was beyond ecstatic. She was sure Y/N was it for Harry. She would even refer to Y/N as her “sis in law” when it was just her, Anne and Harry earning a sheepish smile from her brother.

It was even a bigger shock when after all of them were finished eating,

“Thanks for the food, princess” Niall says and kisses Y/N on the cheek placing an arm around her and hugging her. “Missed ‘ye.”

The rest of the boys and Gemma froze in their seats for a minute at Niall’s sudden display of affection. Well all except Harry, it seemed like he was out the door faster than lightning.

As soon as Niall’s lips touched Y/N’s cheek and he saw Y/N smile at Niall’s gesture, he felt like his ears were burning and his eyes clouded with jealousy. It was only when he reached outside that he noticed his fists were balled up and his nails dug in his palms so hard it left his skin with red with nail marks.

“You idiot!” Harry hears Gemma’s voice.

As he turns to face his sister, tears were threatening to fall from his red eyes.

At the sight of her brother clearly torn up over what happened, Gemma’s expression softens and she opens her arms to hug her not so little brother.

“Oh, Harry. What happened between you two?”

“I don’t know.” Harry sniffles into his sister’s hair. “It hasn’t even started, but it feels like it’s already over.”

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