One would think spending their special day with their best mate would be amazing. Yet, here Harry was stuck at some sleazy party he didn't even want to be at.

Then again, it should've been expected for being best buddies with the most extroverted person ever.

If Harry had gotten his way, then he'd be back in his dorm nestled under the covers. Mid-binge watching mediocre films on his shoddy laptop that had seen better days and munching on greasy, buttery popcorn while chugging down sugary drinks. Indulging himself all while giving inane commentary over the terrible acting with his best friend because that would be so much more enjoyable. It was something they had always done together every single year. Unfortunately, this time around, it had been out of the question.

Here Harry sat on a questionably dirty sofa beside a couple snogging, bored out of his skull. He'd rather be back in his dorm honestly. It'd be so much better than sitting here feeling mildly uncomfortable with the love birds sucking face and the rumbustious atmosphere.

Watching Niall who was currently chatting up some bird with wine-red lips by the stairs was less than amusing. Never been too entertained after many years of witnessing Niall attempting pull while he sat on the sidelines. What made it all the more displeasing was that the only person amid the sea of sweaty bodies captivated by some girl was Harry's confidant.

He wanted to leave.

Harry's cheek rested against his fist as his elbow was propped atop the armrest, a heavy sigh fell from his lips. Observing Niall doing his infamous "I'm totally trying to shag you" pose: arm braced against the wall, one ankle kicked over the other, and leaning in ever so slightly. With a hint of smoulder in his eyes. It was the stance that came out to play whenever Niall desired to take someone back to his for the night. Harry was half expected to be ditched later on through the night. He was thoroughly annoyed at the thought.

Sadly, it wouldn't be the first time.

A teensy part of Harry wished he was the type of person to enjoy these things. Liked the raging house parties that were loud and rowdy. Basking under the company of any fit bloke that approached him and let loose. Dabbling in whatever drugs had been put under his nose and lose oneself in inebriated tendencies. Immerse fully into the experience and not regret a thing, to come here every Friday night and waste away with his best friend.

Such a far stretch from who Harry truly was. As he would much prefer if Niall sought out to find someone else to accompany him to these events. Harry was not a reveller in the slightest, preferred a quiet night in. Reading a good book or streaming a series while being in his bed where no one could bother you. Maybe study or work on coursework if he wanted to. Pondering about whatever it was going through his mind.

Being thrown into the partying scene since his teenage years had been plain awful thanks to Niall. Harry tried so many times to enjoy himself, like most peers around his age, but he couldn't force himself. Sadly, Niall had never gotten that memo and still thinks to this day that he could change Harry's outlook on it all.

It felt like Harry had been sitting here for hours even though it hadn't been more than two. Everyone that occupied the overly crowded living room was either dancing (more so grinding) or getting pissed off their arses. Some bloke was waltzing around without a shirt and letting whoever have a feel of his hard muscles. Some couples apparently hadn't ever heard of getting a room as they were giving everyone a show as they snogged heavily. One and all having the time of their lives and Harry felt totally out of place.

As if that weren't bad enough, it was scorching in this place; Harry was already starting to sweat. The longer Harry sulked over his misfortune the more he wished he would've left his jacket back home. He didn't dare think of leaving it in one of those "designated coat rooms" god knows if he'd ever get it back.

If it weren't the dead of winter, then Harry would've never had this problem.

The longer Harry wallowed, the more he desired to flee this hell hole.

And without much thought about it anymore longer, Harry was up from his spot and quickly vacated the area. Pushing himself through the masses until he found his way into the back garden.

Snow blanketed the ground, and the air was frigid. Patio mostly vacant other than the smokers huddled in small circles. Harry didn't pay them any mind as he went towards the far side where he found various wicker chairs littered about among the area. Dusting away the snowdrift from one of them before he slid down into the seat and pulled out his mobile.

From where Harry was at, you could hear the faint ruckus going on within the house echoing through the quiet night air. Already starting to feel a bit better as he checked his socials. Shivering at the cold rush against his cheeks. Grateful for that it had stopped snowing as Harry would much prefer not to deal with his hair going to shit. Overall this was much better than torturing himself in that revolting house.

Just when Harry was about to hop on Facebook to see his notifications which he's certain were birthday wishes, the sliding glass door opened. Boisterous laughter had reached Harry's ears, causing his heart to stutter in his chest knowing full well who that chortle belonged to.

Harry braved a glance towards the commotion that was now happening across the garden. Heat inched to his cheeks as he watched the group of men donned in their leather or denim jackets. Lighting up cigarettes and sipping on beers. Scruff and lovebites littered their skin, not that it was a shocker there. They were the studs. The most attractive men around campus and they were the one everyone desired to be with.

Every last one of them were cool and unfazed by anything, and Harry envied them. But not in the way you think...

Harry would love to be fearless and not be so fainthearted at the thought of going over there. Insert himself into the huddle of gorgeous blokes and have an excuse to befriend the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen.

But, crushing on the most unattainable guy ever, that fantasy was dead.

Because in what world would Harry have a lick of a chance with his dream guy?

Louis Tomlinson would never give him the time of day.

Harry wasn't this party animal that went out every weekend. Didn't have a massive group of mates or ever put himself out there. Wasn't too confident when it came to chatting up fit men and definitely not promiscuous. That's not even mentioning the fact that he and Louis had never talked before, didn't even have any mutual friends or had classes together.

As far as Harry knows, Louis doesn't even know he exists.

And Harry being too shy to even go over and introduce himself wasn't ever going to be a reality. Too afraid he'd be met with dirty looks and rejection. Harry can't do that to himself, it'd ruin his confidence. So that's why he resorts to admiring Louis from afar and take in his beauty. The way his eyes would crinkle whenever he smiled and how expressive his face would get. That heavenly voice that Harry could listen to forever if he could, and the way Louis styled his hair into a piecy feathery mess or whenever it was soft. Harry's fingers always ached at the thought of running his fingers through it. The stubble that was always there that Harry dreamed to feel burned against his skin. Losing his breath whenever Louis would lose his denim jacket to reveal toned arms that were a plethora of ink. Louis was fit, and Harry burned for him.

On another level, that didn't have nothing to do with how attractive Louis was, Harry had been intrigued whenever he'd pick up tidbits of information here and there. Usually when Harry was in class or overhearing Louis say these things to his mates. That Louis was in his last year of uni, single as ever, didn't like mushrooms on pizza, and his birthday was on Christmas Eve. Harry wanted to know more, needed to know every little thing about his crush. Dreamt of getting to know Louis.

Harry could live in a dream world as much as he wanted, but he knew he'd never get a chance like that.

Eyeing the scene before him as his phone went dark, Harry's legs started to have that dreadful itch from the frigid chill. Louis was laughing and wiggling his eyebrows when one of his mates punched him in the arm and glared. Lips wrapped around a cigarette and then blown a cloud of smoke into the night air. Louis' ciggy delicately dangled between his fingers while there was a ghost of a smile dancing around the corners of his lips as he gave his friend with red hair a wink. Harry whimpered on the spot.

Shockingly there wasn't a gaggle of groupies on their arms in hopes for something more. Well, other than Zayn Malik because he's dating Liam Payne who were both amongst the herd.

If luck were on Harry's side tonight, then Louis would be making his way over, finally acknowledging him. To chat about whatever, Harry didn't care. To make Harry's twentieth birthday more worthwhile.

Over the past few years, Harry hadn't found anyone worth drooling over, not until he came to uni. Louis was different and Harry wanted different. Tired of the usual sort that approached him: narcissistic or creepy as hell with one thing on their mind. Harry needed someone outgoing and self-assured. No awkwardness or making him feel uncomfortable. Harry longed for something new.

Yet, how could Harry imagine something like that if he never had good experiences before?

Only been in three real relationships all his life, nothing too serious. Never been in love, infatuation most definitely. Been on many dates, but all of the guys turned out to be dirtbags. They either ended up being a dickhead or led Harry on to believe that they wanted to see him again only to never hear back from them. Messages ignored and getting mad at Harry because he refused to put out. Calling him slews of vulgar names if Harry took too long to reply or if something came up suddenly where they had to reschedule.

So, obviously, Harry hadn't put himself out there because what was even the point?

No one had piqued Harry's interest until his eyes landed on Louis months ago looking utterly gorgeous taking a hit of a blunt with his mates.

Harry swooned when Louis giggled after taking a drag of cigarette at whatever his mate said. Bringing the cig back to his kissable lips, having a very animated chat with Zayn (Who Harry found out was the one with long dark hair and doe eyes) and Liam who was resting his hand on the small of his boy's back.

Would it be terrible for Harry to admit that he wished the whole group would go away? To have that minuscule of a chance to snag Louis' attention for once? To have what Zayn and Liam had?

If he had that delicate hand on his body, Harry would be over the moon.

Highly unlikely to happen, but Harry could dream, right?

Then Harry's heart stilled in his chest at the next thing that happened, frozen in fear as all the air left his lungs. They locked eyes from across the snowy garden. He and Louis share a gaze for the first time ever, and Harry could feel bile rise up. Quickly averted his attention back to his mobile and busies himself. Finger shaking and wanting to sob on the spot because he keeps fucking up his passcode. Flaming cheeks and stomach hollow, Harry was afraid that any moment now his life would be over. Louis would come stomping over to confront him and tell Harry to mind his own business.

Harry was kicking himself over this, why was he so careless?

Should've known better that he would've gotten caught eventually. Must Harry always ruin things before they even begin?

Time had felt as if it had come to a slow, and Harry couldn't tone down the quivers in his fingers for the life of him. Hastily pulling up Instagram and scrolling through it, snowflakes started to catch onto the screen. Harry was on the verge of passing out.

But Louis never comes, and all Harry heard was Louis cackling once more.

Another minute passes, and Harry takes a deep breath and peaks up towards the huddle of fit men. Astounded entirely that literally, nothing happened, not even a remark. Harry's body was still ablaze. Feeling thankful that Louis had his attention on Zayn once again as he tossed his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out.

What a relief! Harry was so sure that his life would've come crashing down moments ago.

Maybe it had all been in his head that Louis and him shared a brief moment, thinking that Louis actually noticed him. That it was nothing more than an illusion and Harry was choosing to believe that, because it makes the most sense to him.

Sadly, Harry's ogling had come to an end once the boys headed back inside shortly after, Harry had a fiery sensation in his belly. He wanted to go with them and spend his night in their footsteps. Be in the shadows and experience the richness of their flock. Get the attention of a certain someone. Harry ached for it so bad, but he's too much of a coward to even give them a wave.

Who knows, maybe one of these days before Louis is out of uni for good Harry would have talked himself up enough to go chat up Louis. Catching him alone, attempting small talk. God, Harry hated the thought of meaningless conversation, but he would endure his hatred of small talk to have any chance to get close to Louis.

Harry had gone back inside about five minutes later, his toes were nearly numb. Wanting the warmth, but disliking the fact that solitude had been gone. The thought alone of being surrounded by revellers was less than appealing. Wanting to steal even more time away from the chaos even if it were for a few more minutes, he decided he'd go look for an empty room.

Pushing his way through the crowd in the living room was unpleasant, hating that passerbyers were pushy and rude. Stepping on Harry's feet and sporting dirty looks. Harry wanted them all to go away.

Eventually, Harry found his way towards the stairs and made his way up, kind of bothered that he hadn't spotted Niall anywhere.

Then again, Niall more than likely ran off back to his with his conquest for the night.

It was when Harry could feel his phone buzzing against his thigh as he had gotten to the top of the landing of the steps. Moved over so he wouldn't be in the way and pulled out his mobile. Seeing that Gemma was trying to ring him. Just as Harry was about to answer to see what his sister wanted all of a sudden something or more so someone collided into Harry hard, sending him into a tumble forward into a hard body, and his phone tossed somewhere in the sea of bodies.

There were hands on Harry's waist, and his face was hot. He wanted to give whoever knocked him over a piece of his mind. He could have seriously gotten hurt with all these sloshed ninnies wandering about. But as much as Harry wanted to raise hell on whoever the culprit was, he wasn't prepared for what came next.

When Harry pulled away from the grips of his saviour to thank them, his heart stopped.

Oh no...

"You alright, babe?" Louis asked with a concerned expression and bloodshot eyes. Harry was frozen stiff. "Almost had a nasty fall there," and then Louis' chuckling and Harry almost combusted on the spot. "Those dickheads need to watch where they're going."

Wordless, Harry stood there unsure what to do with himself. He could barely breathe because Louis Tomlinson was right there and he's talking to him. Louis' actually paying attention to him. It all just so much.

"But uh-"

Harry never let Louis finish what was about to leave his mouth as he turned on his heels and tailed it away from that awful situation. Nearly falling down the steps as he quickly got away. Harry felt ill, and he needed to leave. Needed to get the hell away and lock himself in his dorm for a week!

And Harry never stopped, didn't care to call for a cab or that it was blistering cold. That he should've sent Niall a text that he left in case he had not gone off with that bird just yet. Harry's mind stuck on the fact that not even twenty minutes ago he had Louis' hands on his body, he fucking touched Harry.

From the mixture of his nervousness and thickness of the chill in the air, had Harry almost unable to breathe.

After nearly catching his fall three times on the slushy pavement, Harry was happy to be met with the warmth of his building. Dashed off to his room and kicked the door shut behind him. Took off his jacket and wet boots then cocooned himself into a safe haven of fuzzy blankets on his bed, whining at his own stupidity. How terribly Louis and his very first interaction had gone.

"We could have..." a pained mewl followed as Harry pressed his face into the plushness. "I'm so stupid!"

Harry wanted a do-over, wanted to rewind the clock back and go about the situation differently. It's not fair that he hadn't been gutsy enough to say anything to the gorgeous boy, wished he never would've shut down.

Now Harry was stuck with that humiliating moment for the rest of his life.

Needless to say, this was a highly stressful time that will take days to recover from.

Harry was doing his best to calm the tremor of his heart, doing his damndest to quiet his mind over the incident. About the fact that he may have just ruined everything and it wasn't even his fault. How can he show his face come next week?

With his luck, he'll embarrass himself even more.

Maybe Harry should fake being ill, Niall would fall for it, right?

Harry can't face Louis again, not for a while.

It felt like Harry hadn't enough time to wallow in sorrow before there were heavy thuds against his door and an all too familiar Irish accent echoing through.

Great, just what Harry didn't need.

"Harry open up will ya!" Niall shouted, the knob jiggling. "I need to talk to ya!"

Could Niall just go away? Harry wasn't up for anything Niall wanted to say, not in the mood. He was in ruins, and the last thing Harry needed was to have that nosey bastard up in his business. Did not want to talk about it, especially not to a best mate with a loose mouth and a colourful imagination. Hell no.

Niall, that stubborn man wouldn't stop until Harry gave in, unfortunately.

As much as Harry wasn't up for company, he wasn't in the mood for yet another noise complaint because Niall doesn't know how to be quiet for the life of him.

Harry couldn't help but wonder why his friend was even here right now? Thought Niall would've been with the girl for the night. Normally his mate would stay with whoever was his conquest and go radio silent on Harry's end. Then he'd make face the next morning with a nip of a glow to his tired skin and kiss marks everywhere.

The one night, Harry has a traumatic experience, Niall wanted to be a pain in his arse. Figures.

Much to Harry's dismay, he pulled himself away from the safety of his blankets and lingerly walked towards his door. Taking a deep breath as he reached for the handle and pulled it open.

"Happy?" Harry snapped, brows pulled into a hard line.

Niall obviously hadn't ever heard of a mirror before showing up to Harry's rooms like this: Disheveled brunet hair out of place, shirt wrinkled, and red smears all over his throat. Reeked of floral perfume, cologne, and marijuana. Such a disgusting mixture, it made Harry feel all the more bothered.

"Definitely!" Niall beamed, a little too chipper for Harry's liking as he brushed past Harry as if he stayed here too.

Harry rolled his eyes and closed the door, wanting to pull his hair out once he noticed Niall had already made himself comfortable. Shoes kicked off, coat tossed to the floor like yesterday's news and lounging on Harry's bed if it were a Sunday afternoon.

All Harry wanted was to be alone, but apparently, he can't even enjoy that on his birthday.

"Shocked you're not off with that girl you pulled, I mean it's pretty obvious isn't it?" Harry questioned wryly, sliding down into his desk chair. No point in trying to climb into bed, there was barely any room.

Niall shrugged, running his fingers through his wet locks, getting droplets all over Harry's sheets.

"I take it you both had a nice time?" Harry didn't want to chat about himself, so he's going to bother Niall about his own events of the night.

"Nah, she was sweet, but you're more important," Niall's eyes were truthful, and Harry felt a bit bad for the gal. Then again, it wasn't a revelation of sorts as Niall had never been one to stick around to be serious with anyone. Niall liked his freedom and not having to worry about anyone else but himself.

Sometimes Harry dreamt he could be like Niall. Insouciant and maverick. Not caring who you sleep with and know that come morning you'll never see them again. That the night of steamy passion was not nothing more than temporary. You'll go on about your day as if it never happened. Harry knew he could never be like that, charm his way into any horny guy's bed or do the whole tinder thing. Wasn't cut out for hook up culture whatsoever as he tended to get a bit attached. If Harry did ever attempt it, it would only end up in heartache.

It's one of the reasons why Harry won't date, too many bad seeds in the world. No one wanted anything meaningful anymore, at least not with him.

Some days Harry desired to change himself to fit in, to not feel so left out.

He felt entirely alone in the world of dating. No one wanted to be with someone that hadn't had a good shag in years. Especially not someone that felt insecure about his abilities when it came to sex, that he'd rather feel a connection than lust.

Harry didn't need to be promiscuous to get on with his life, but there are times when he missed the touch of a man. Longed to feel wanted in more than a physical way. To have a bond with someone that felt like home. To be with a special person that didn't only want to sleep with him.

Someone that Harry felt for.

"Besides, it's your birthday!" Niall stated as if they hadn't already known that as he crossed his ankles. Stuffing one of the plush pillows under his head, eyes on Harry. "I know it hasn't been ideal, but I swear it'll get better."

Harry would have to see to believe it.

"Now that I have gotten the whole party thing out of my system, just want to chill with my best mate," Niall added, and Harry sighed. Any chances of being alone had gone out the window entirely. "I already ordered pizza, so you can't kick me out now."

"Really?"

"Pepperoni with extra cheese with a dusting of parm, your favourite."

The corners of Harry's lips started to curl up into a smile. "You're trying to get on my good side, aren't you?" Niall and his silly ways of roping Harry into even more shit. "Then again I could keep the pizza and still kick you out, how about that?"

Niall chuckled, not in the least bit fazed. "Also got a present for ya... er, well, two."

Harry's interest was piqued, he always loved gifts.

"You do?" Harry asked, wondering what Niall could've possibly gotten him.

Niall had this smirk resting on his face and Harry didn't appreciate it whatsoever. Made him feel a tinge of nervousness because he knows that look. The devious expression and that Niall knew something Harry didn't, and it made his stomach start to churn. Harry had a bad feeling that Niall was about to give him something he may hate.

"On one condition though," Of course there was a kicker. "I want you to stop being so miserable on your special day and enjoy yourself. I promise in the end it'll be worth it."

Will it really, though?

This better he be good or else Harry will never fall for Niall's trickery again.

To be honest, as much as Harry would've liked to suffer in silence over his misfortune, he won't lie that it would be nice to actually spend some quality time together. Real time together where Harry wasn't pushed to the back burner because he wasn't another notch in Niall's bedpost.

"Fine, you can stay." Harry said in defeat, hoping that Niall could make him feel better at least.

Harry hoped so.

When the pizza arrived a little while later, they devoured it and chugged down a variety of fizzy drinks. Watching an array of supernatural hunting to shows to murder mysteries on Harry's laptop. Snuggled in bed together because Niall was in the mood for a cuddle. Harry was glad that his birthday was starting to feel more like home. He had his favourite person by his side getting spooked and giggling over it. Nestled under blankets hiding away from the chill that settled into the air.

Harry was chuffed that Niall decided to be a thorn in his side for once.

After a while, Niall had put a pause into their marathon of shows when it was nearly midnight and told Harry he needed to get his presents. Harry was soon alone and had not left the bed, too warm and comfortable. Already messing his best mate because he wanted someone beside him even if it were in the most platonic of ways.

Niall was a good lad, one of the only people in Harry's life other than his family that had stuck around. Always there when Harry was in need of someone. Niall listened and consoled him through the darker times in Harry's life. He was someone Harry trusted with his life and knew that Niall would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. Sure, his mate can be a bit on the selfish side, but he's a good guy. Harry had known the man all his life and wouldn't know what to do without him. Appreciative over the fact they both ended up coming to the University of Cambridge, that Niall hadn't ditched him yet to be surrounded with more people like himself. Always looked out for Harry and not giving up on their friendship because they had such different personalities. It was reaffirming that they hadn't grown apart and the thought of it alone warms Harry's heart.

Initially, Harry wasn't in the mood to be bothered, but now that he had let Niall into his bubble, he felt immensely better. More exuberant than before and no longer decided to think about what had happened back at the party.

Harry's birthday may not have started out perfect, but he was content.

Niall had soon enough arrived back with not one but two envelopes in his hands. Harry was curious as he moved to sit up, shivering at the chill that brushed against his bare arms. Half tempted to pull on a jumper but too lazy to do so. After he finds out what Niall had decided to give him, then he could go back to soaking in the warmth for the rest of the night.

Excitement was coiling up in Harry's belly when he was handed the presents. Inquisitive over what was contained in them, and why there had been two of them.

Was there any significance?

"Open the one on top first," Niall instructed.

Harry eyed his mate for a moment, feeling a little more ecstatic of the unknown almost verging on anxiousness.

And Harry does as he's told, feeling himself start to smile when he pulls out a pink card with a cute kitty on it with a birthday cake that contained a sweet little message. A gift card to one of Harry's favourite restaurants too. Cherishment was running through Harry's heart, adoring it all.

How lovely and thoughtful, Harry was enamoured by the gesture, Niall truly was a wonderful person.

"Thank's Ni." Harry murmured, sliding the card back into the envelope setting it aside, fingers already working on the other.

When Harry had ripped open the pouch, he wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting, but in no way did he ever expect such a thing. Eyes widened as he pulled out two tickets, heart-pounding up against his chest because this wasn't a token to any old show and Harry can't believe Niall actually scored these. That he wanted to go with Harry, let alone.

Oh wow... this was so, so much.

Admittedly, Harry thought all of his chances of going to this concert he'd been dying to go to since the tour had been announced last year had gone out the window. He had saved up enough to go see his favourite band shortly after, but only to be disappointed when Harry ended up being a day late. The show had sold out, and Harry had been heartbroken. Saddened that he'd have to wait out for the following year to go because in no way in hell would he give in to scalper outrageous prices with the chance of it being a fake.

Harry wanted to cry and pull Niall into a tight embrace, press sloppy chaste kisses all over his face. Show his gratitude because Harry was over the moon.

After all these years, Harry finally gets to go see Angels & Airwaves.

"The shows the fifteenth by that way," Niall broke the silence and Harry blinked down at the tickets. Trying to process it through his mind that in two weeks time, he'll be in the same room as his celebrity crush watching Tom belt his heart out. "Hope that's fine with ya."

Harry was in heaven.

For years, Harry had always wanted to see AVA ever since Tom had started the band. Fell deeply in love just as he did with Blink-182 and Boxcar Racer. He was enchanted with Tom's voice, his witty banter, and pretty face. Always been drawn to him and it's just so damn surreal that this was even happening. Harry definitely owed Niall a fantastic gift when his birthday came rolling around.

"Oh my god," Harry dimpled as he made grabby hands for Niall's shirt and pulled down onto the bed. Nuzzling against him to show his mate how grateful he was, but also maybe a teensy part of him was freezing. "You're the best in the world." Harry beamed into Niall's neck, squeezing him even closer. "You have no idea how happy you just made me."

Niall's chuckles filled the room and relaxed in Harry's arms.

Certainly, Harry would've thought Niall would've just written him a simple message on Facebook like everyone else. He didn't have to go out of his way to make Harry's day.

Harry was happy.

Then Niall broke away from Harry's clutches so he could lay beside him, propped up on his elbow. Eyes brimming with a hint of delight. "You're welcome."

Harry's birthday was sufficiently saved.

He and Niall were going to have an amazing time without a doubt. They always did whenever they went to see their favourite bands or artists they both mutually liked. Creating lasting memories and splurging on merch to share. Singing along to the tunes and brag about it all over their socials. Spending the whole night letting loose and then afterwards have a sleepover. Just having the time of their lives and-

"You're thanking the wrong person though," Niall admitted, and Harry stared at his mate, noticing the way his friend rubbed at his neck and nibbled on his lip.

Harry's brows furrowed, unsure what was going on and why in the hell Niall was acting strange all of a sudden. Harry didn't like it, not one bit.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked carefully, fingers fiddled with the tickets, stomach drooping on the edge of whatever Niall was about to reveal.

Niall had this trace of a smile on his lips for a pulse of a moment before he replied in a complacent tone ," Take a wild guess."

Harry sighed. Niall needed to not beat around the bush because Harry wasn't in the mood for it. To just get on with it and tell him who bought these tickets.

"And why can't you just tell me?" Harry snapped, knowing full well they weren't from his family as they would've sent it in the post. He was befuddled for sure. Certainly didn't love that knowing look radiating all over Niall's features either. "I'm not up to playing these games, Niall."

"Because I know you and I know you'll need a little bit of convincing before I tell ya."

Harry glared, not liking this one bit.

This better not be something Niall knew he would hate. Hopefully, it was just his mate being dramatic as usual.

"Not to mention it's a secret."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry retorted, moving to rest himself up on his elbows.

Harry did not like it, not at all.

Niall that bastard just looked at Harry for a while. Quiet and visibly swallowing. He seemed nervous, and that made it all the more nauseating. Then Niall's attention had averted to the blanket as he picked at the loose threading. He's too silent, and all the red flags had raised right then and there. Niall was always such a schmoozer, he always had things to talk about, even if it were a random person on the street. Liked to hear him own self talk.

"Are you gonna tell me or what?"

Another lingering silence followed before Niall flicked his gaze back onto Harry and said attentively," You're sort of... kind of... maybe going on a blind date."

And there it was.

"Come again?" Harry was boiling inside. "You can't be serious?"

Harry was livid, absolutely enraged.

Shot up in horror at the answer he never received, Harry wondered why Niall was even thinking for a second that this was even a good idea?

Niall's cheeks were a beautiful shade of rouge. "I promise he's not weird or anything, just give him a chance."

"Are you fucking with me?" Harry wasn't one to normally curse unless he saw red. Hopefully, it got the point straight across.

Had Niall gone off the rails?

Does Niall remember anything at all? That Harry explicitly told him for years that he was fine being single and refused to be set up? No blind dates, no online dating, no single friends. Harry wanted nothing to do with any of it, and it's like Niall had never listened.

Harry didn't want this, hell no.

So much for the perfect birthday gift, went to shit just like the rest of it. First, he tackled Louis, and now Harry's tricked to go on some stupid date he didn't even want. Upset and annoyed, already handing them back to Niall because Harry wasn't about to waste his precious time on the chance of false hope. The thought of being stuck with whoever for the night of the one thing he desired for months on end made it sickening.

There goes all Harry's plans.

Surely, Angels & Airwaves will be back next year where Harry isn't roped into a bullshit gift.

Niall pushed the present back to Harry and stressed, "Oh come on, Harry don't act like a child. You haven't been out with anyone in what? Three years?" And what of it? Harry didn't need a boyfriend to make him happy. "It's about time ya get out there and get some dick while you're at it."

"I don't need anything," Harry gripped as he ripped the gift from his friend's hands and tossed them to the nightstand, wanting them out of sight. Harry will be damned if he lets Niall persuade him into this.

Niall moved to sit up, Harry could feel a hand resting on his shoulder and the light squeeze that follows. Probably to ease the tension out of him, but it didn't work. Harry was upset. "I'm not trying to be mean, just think you should give it a go, this man's totally into you."

"Is he really, though?"

"Uh, yeah he's the one who came to me asking what bands you liked."

As much as Harry felt revulsion towards the whole thing altogether, he was a bit intrigued by the fact that someone was actually interested in him. Only a smidgen though.

"If he truly liked then why didn't he approach me himself then?" Harry needed to know why this strange man couldn't show his face. Was he too embarrassed to be seen with Harry? Did he already have a significant other and wanted someone on the side?

So many questions and thoughts were going through Harry's mind.

Niall scoffed. "And then reject him on the spot because you're too damn scared to go out with him?" Now that was low. "If you stop being so stubborn for once, you may actually find out you like him, and possibly would love to see him again."

"Fuck off, Niall." Harry seethed, folded his arms against his chest.

Niall rolled his eyes before he scolded, "You act like it's the end of fucking world, it wouldn't kill you to try," Actually it may. "He's really fucking cool, and you never know, you may have a lot in common."

"And you know this for certain?" Harry wasn't buying into this rubbish yet. "I mean clearly you know nothing about me if you think for a second I'd agree to this."

The room felt suddenly scorchingly hot and Harry so sick of sweating his arse off, it was February for fucksake.

"Harry stop," Niall complained, moving to wrap an arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him close. "Quit being so negative and relax."

How could Harry do that when he's feeling the pressure of going on a blind date? How? Because he'd love to know.

"Even if you don't end up getting on with this guy, the least you could do is have fun." Easier said than done. "I mean look at this way, if it ends up going to shit you won't have to do it again."

Hmm... Harry's not quite sure if he could trust those words.

"If it makes you feel better he goes to uni here, and not to mention he's a real looker."

Good looking or not Harry wasn't enthused.

"Please go, you'll regret it if you don't." Niall knew shit, and Harry truly was not interested. All he wanted was to keep going about his life as it were everyday. Studying night and day, spending time with Niall whenever they could, and binge-watching films and shows. Not having a worry in the world about boys. Not having the chance of getting his insecurities intensified or feelings hurt. "I could be there when you meet him if you want? Does that make it better?"

Harry wished he weren't such a nice person because he would love to tell Niall off and kick him out. Yet, Harry won't lie it was sweet of Niall attempting to make this all the more comfortable for him. However, Harry knew Niall was pulling out all his tricks to get his way, and it was annoying.

Then again, the more Harry sits here and stews about it he realizes that Niall had a point about all of this, a small one at that. That he'd feel a bit sad if that night came rolling around and Harry never went, seeing all the photos all over Instagram and Facebook of this one show he wanted to attend. Missing out on a free ride. But here's the thing, if Harry did decide to go he didn't want to feel obligated to do anything with this mystery bloke. Doesn't want to worry about what he was going to say in front of the man. Nor wanting to stress over what to wear. Overthink whether or not it'll work out. Harry didn't want to have the chance of catching feelings for someone. However, the thought of having someone there beside him during the concert was quite nice as he wouldn't have wanted to be alone, even if it weren't the one person Harry desired it to be.

It had been ages since Harry had gone on any dates. All the ones he'd ever been on weren't that great honestly. The actual outing itself was fine, you know the usual dinner and film where Harry would be led to believe that they were having a nice time. Forming a genuine connection only to feel like a fool in the end. It's scary to even consider this and Harry doesn't want to go through that again, especially not with some stranger.

Last thing Harry needed was a reminder of how undateable he was.

Altho, maybe Harry was thinking too much about it, that it won't end up like all the others. On the chance that this man could be one of the good ones and wouldn't lead Harry to believe they could be more. Not being a total dickhead because Harry wouldn't let him under the belt.

Harry wished this wasn't his problem.

Sweet as it was for Niall to offer to be there as a buffer to ease away the awkwardness to make things a touch easier, Harry would prefer to go at it alone. Niall knew it takes Harry a while to open up and feel comfortable, especially around an attractive stud. Harry didn't want Niall to see him be a nervous mess as no one wanted to be on the end of second-hand awkwardness. Not only that, but it'd be less humiliating if this ended up being some sick prank in the end.

Wouldn't be the first time Harry had been asked on a date as a joke before by cruel boys he used to go to school with. Flirting with him on purpose to get a good laugh and leading Harry to believe many things that were never true.

Harry didn't want to be left a fool if he got stood up, didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him.

Even though Harry wasn't on board with this whatsoever, he did have one question that he hoped Niall could answer for him.

"What's he like?"

Harry was curious, it wasn't a confirmation or a denial, just vital information on what this blokes major was, if he had any hobbies, what kind of music he likes, if he were a part of any groups. If the mystery guy was easygoing or rough around the edges. Harry sought after all of what Niall could give so he could make sure he wasn't about to waste away his time with some moody blockhead.

God, Harry hoped not.

A smirk took over Niall's features before he commented, "Again I can't tell ya, it spoils the surprise," Harry felt a bit faintish at that. "You're gonna freak out though once you find out, as I'm sure you've seen him around."

Harry had?

Okay... maybe that kind of pulled Harry a little closer to accepting the idea. Only smidgen though.

"And he's gotten his own car." Niall sounded a little too joyous over something most of their peers had around their age, well besides Niall and Harry that is.

"Am I supposed to be impressed by that?" Harry snarked, not too enthused and kind of offended Niall would even think for a moment that flashy vehicles would make him weak in the knees.

"Do you always gotta be so difficult?"

As much as Harry hated to admit it, he was rather excited to go have fun. Not because he's into the idea of getting close to some gent or anything. Harry still had his worries.

Harry was nervous about it as he's sure anyone that had been in his shoes felt the same way. Especially after everything he'd gone through.

Fingers crossed, Harry wasn't walking into a mistake.

"Did he say what time he's picking me up?"Harry questioned, assuming that his potential date would be transporting them. Harry already felt deeply entangled into the mess even more. "I mean, if I go?"

Niall's lips stretched into a smile before he revealed, "Didn't tell me yet, says he'd get back to me once I got an answer from ya. But I'll keep you posted."

Right. Of course, another mystery added to it, just what Harry didn't need. Didn't like the unknown of when this guy would swoop into his life to steal precious time away. Harry would prefer the timelines of events days ahead of time for something like this. Desired to know so he could be prepared and not sprung onto him last minute.

If Niall pulls that shit Harry was going to raise hell.

"But I do know that you should stop being such a downer about it all and just go. Have fun."

Harry was on the verge of retorting back that he had every right to throw a fit, but he was tired. Drop this nonsense altogether. Exhaustion was already starting to set in the more Harry forced himself to process that this was happening. All Harry wanted was to sleep this night away.

For this all to be a dream.

It pains Harry to say it, but he panders to it. "Fine, I guess I'll go on this date thing if it makes you happy."

Niall nearly squealed on the spot and pulled Harry even closer sending them over until their backs hit the plushness of the mattress. Wet sloppy kisses pressed to Harry's forehead. "You deserve to find someone, and that's all I want for you. So I'm happy you're giving this a go." Niall crooned out, Harry hated that his heart started to warm at the tender words. "Swear you won't regret it."

Harry wanted to believe that he did. He was just so done with this conversation as a whole and wanted to forget about it. Longed to lay here and be in his best mates arms, safe and comfortable. Not to feel a hint of fright at the mere idea of the upcoming event.

If Harry had his way, they'd go back to the way things were.

For the remainder of the night, they stayed like that for a long while. Harry nestled in Niall's arms, soaking in the comfort and safety. Listening to his best mate jabber on about whatever was preoccupying his mind whether it was about his classes or fellow students. Niall's eagerness to make the last half of the year worthwhile. Throwing in that Harry and him should go on an adventure during the summer where it'd be just the two of them. Maybe they'd go for a day at the beach and visit quaint little shops in a seaside town. Enjoying each other's company without any distractions and the stress from their daily lives. Just easy days. Harry couldn't wait for that, to spend a little getaway with the most important person in his life.

Harry was on board with it all and was just so glad to have Niall here beside him.

Subsequently, Harry's body began to feel heavy and unable to put any energy into moving when Niall changed topics. Harry had only caught on to half of what Niall was saying about his plans tomorrow as his eyes started to drop shut. All Harry heard before he succumbed to slumber was Niall mentioning something about the library and hoping it wouldn't snow.

And Harry for the life of him couldn't remember the moment when he exactly drifted off as he blinked the tiredness from his eyes. Feet were ice cold, and his room was cast in a soft glow from the morning sun peeking through the blinds.

Naturally, Harry reached for his mobile on the nightstand, eager to check the time as he was far too lazy to move. Warm and cosy curled up under all these blankets shielding him from the chill in the air. Wanting to see if he could steal fifteen more minutes in bed as he was confident that it was no later than nine. Anne probably had sent him a message earlier wondering if Harry had a lovely birthday and to give her a ring as she would've wanted to hear all about his day.

Harry blindly searched the bedside table, frowning when all he's met with was the base of the lamp.

Great, now Harry had to move.

Harry let out an impatient huff as he rolled to his side and propped himself up on his elbow. Shivering at the coolness that brushed against his bare arms. Quickly opening the drawer only to be met with even greater disappointment when all that was in there cords to his mobile and laptop.

The corners of Harry's lips slid downward, not appreciating his distant memory as he reluctantly pulled himself away from his oasis. Goosepimples coated Harry's limbs while he stripped his bed bare, checked the crack between the wall and mattress, and even underneath it in case it had fallen or gotten kicked under.

It wasn't there.

A touch of anxiety was brimming on the surface when Harry went through the pockets of coat and jeans he'd worn last night. His desk that was once organized now ransacked, it wasn't there either.

Sifting his fingers through his messy hair, Harry nibbled on his nails. He couldn't remember where he placed his phone.

Harry didn't like this, not at all.

What if his mum had actually messaged him and then after receiving nothing started to worry? Harry was a morning person at best, up before nine at the latest. Surely his mother would think the worst and Harry just can't have that. Not only all of that but his phone had his essential notes and pictures stored on it. A copy of his timetable and that's not even mentioning personal information.

Harry wasn't about to do anything until he had it back into his clutches.

Nerves run as Harry tore apart his room in a frantic. Clothes pulled from the wardrobe, every pocket checked, drawers emptied, and shoes shooken to see if anything had fallen in them. Even looked behind his desk, but it was a loss.

This seriously can't be happening...

Harry had officially lost his phone, and he felt sick. Whimpering at the thought of it being out in the world somewhere, eyes shimmering with frustrated tears. Harry's head was pounding the more he thought about it being lost forever, irritated that his whole day had to be rearranged. Last thing Harry wanted was not only to find his beloved phone but also putting his dorm back into order.

Without wasting any more time fretting over his misfortune, Harry slipped on his boots. Not bothering to check for the time as he was too focused on the task at hand. Not giving a single care in the world if he was wearing ratty old joggers and a band shirt, nor that his hair was probably a mess when he pulled on his coat. Not giving a damn about anything and headed out the door.

Harry searched the corridors and common area but had no such luck. He checked every step and even asked a few people that he passed if they found a phone that had a delicate pink case on it. Harry's heart started to deflate the farther he gotten to find his treasured item.

Pacing around and absolutely mad at himself for being so careless last night.

Eventually finding himself outside the landing of Niall's door, pounding his fist against the grain. Hoped Niall would be tucked into bed still and that he accidentally took Harry's phone with him when he snuck out last night. Harry had his fingers crossed.

A few minutes pass and Niall never answers the door. No sounds were coming from the other side. In this moment Harry wished he had a spare key so he could go in and look. But Niall more than likely wasn't there, and he tried to remember what exactly his mate had planned today.

Scratching at his cheek, Harry thought back to last night and went over every moment they had together. Replaying it all, and then it had hit him. Harry knew exactly where his friend should be.

Well... Harry hoped that is.

Ugh, Harry did not want to show up in a place like that looking a mess, but whatever, he couldn't bear to be apart from his phone any longer.

As much as Harry never wanted to be one of those people that considered their mobile a lifeline, he knew he couldn't go without. It had all his alarms, contact info, messages meant for his eyes only, and other things. Harry was stressed over it and was glad that it was a Saturday and he had nowhere important to be. Has the whole day to search campus high and low, in hopes to find it.

And no, he wasn't going to stop until he found it.

Maybe Niall would be willing to help if he, unfortunately, didn't have it.

Niall better be at the Library, or else Harry was helpless.

When Harry stepped foot outside, he was met with the frigidly bitter wind. Pavement covered in grey slushy snow. Barren trees and a desolate sky. Harry scuttled his way down the path, not even bothering to wait around for a bus as he'd get to his destination much faster on foot. Heading in the direction he needed to go until he froze on the spot when he noticed the eye of his desire taking a drag of a cigarette.

Oh no... please, god no...

Harry was frozen stiff, instantly regretting his decisions of rolling out of bed and facing the world.

Why was Louis here? Why do bad things always happen to Harry?

Harry was not ready to face Louis Tomlinson again for the second time in the span of less than twenty-four hours. Especially not now.

Desiring to run off back to his room and hide from the gorgeous man, Harry didn't want Louis to see him at his worst. He looked awful in these frumpy clothes he normally wouldn't wear in public. Curls a mess and face not washed. Teeth unbrushed. Harry will be damned if he goes through another embarrassing moment in front of the ethereal beauty, The missing phone no longer a priority, not when Louis Tomlinson was right in front of you looking fit as fuck.

But then, Harry's world came crumbling down when Louis' gaze met his, Harry wanted to die on the spot.

Louis dropped his cigarette to the ground, stomped it out, and made strides over towards him.

Harry's heart palpitated as he started to back away, almost making a successful turnaround until one of his feet started to slide. Then his body hit the pavement hard, lying supine in defeat as he stared up into the grey sky, almost sobbing on the spot.

He'll be forever known as the klutz, the airhead that had two left feet. Great, just what Harry wanted to be remembered as.

Could this possibly get any worse?

Footsteps echoed in the distance and got louder until they slowed to a stop. Delicate inked hand in front of him and Harry was about to choke. Timidly stared up to that beautiful angel. Louis was in the same clothes from the night before, eye's red and tired. There was a mist of tenderness all over his face.

"Are you alright, babe?" Louis asked, his voice rough but still pleasantly silky.

Harry stared a little longer, feeling quite hesitant to take the offered hand in front of him. Afraid he'll make things worse by pulling Louis down with him. Not only that, but he was a bit scared to touch the boy with pale blue eyes.

Yet, Harry doesn't want to come off as even weirder and takes his crushes hand. But maybe a part of Harry wanted to feel the softness of Louis' palm against his, to have an excuse to touch. Jolts of electricity coursed through Harry's veins, whole body shaking as he was brought back to his feet.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Honestly speaking, Harry was far from that. His entire backside was damp and cold, bum sore, and his fingers were tingling. Harry wasn't about to complain, though.

"You really need to be more careful, love," Louis teased, snickering as he broke their touch and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket. Harry dusted off the snow from his arse when Louis added, "That was quite the nasty fall. Hopefully, you're not too bruised."

Silence lingered between them, Harry was unsure what to do or say when he had Louis staring at him. Standing awfully close. Harry swallowed, he could smell smoke and a faint hint of marijuana laced in with a slight woody muskiness on Louis. It wasn't strong, but Harry could definitely pick up notes of what he guessed was Louis' cologne and other things. Who would've thunk Harry would be intoxicated by an elixir of things he never came to like?

Strange how one person could change that.

Louis slid his tongue along his bottom lip, causing Harry's knees urging to buckle on the spot.

Then Louis cleared his throat and said calmly, "Honestly, 've been meaning to run into you again, was hoping to find you."

He did?

Harry's fingers began to tremble at that, trying to understand why someone carved from the gods wanted to find him?

Was he finally coming to confront Harry about last night?

Logically, it's the only thing that made any sense and Harry longed to feel not so down about it. The thought alone of Louis telling him off would crush him completely. Never liked to make anyone angry or be scolded. Wasn't good with confrontation at all.

Harry could already feel the droop in his shoulders; the more he thought of being reprimanded by his crush.

"Searched all over the place trying to figure out where you stayed," Louis explained, and heat inched to Harry's cheeks. "Quite the search, let me tell you, literally stayed up all night because I knew you'd want it back. I know how stressful it can be when you misplace it."

Come again?

Harry was confused, what was Louis getting at?

Then Louis removed his hand from his pocket, and Harry's heart leapt into his throat when he noticed the all too familiar baby pink case.

Louis found his phone, oh thank god.

A wave of relief washed over Harry as he was given it back. Noticing a few new scratch marks and scuffs around the edges of his phone case. Not minding though as he tucked it away into his jacket and feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Thank you so much." Was all Harry could even muster up to say, nerves still running high. The cold air already starting to seep through the layers cloaking his body. Legs beginning to itch from the bitter chill.

"You dropped it at the party and found it lying on the floor waiting to be stepped on. Tried to find you but had no such luck, guessing you had left," Louis told him, shoving his hand back into his denim coat. "Wasn't sure when I'd see you again and really wasn't up for waiting around," Harry could feel himself start to smile, Louis was so cute. "Swear I didn't snoop."

Louis chuckled, and Harry was endeared.

Another long silence takes over them, and Harry wasn't exactly sure what else to say. Unsure if he should show more gratitude towards Louis, afraid he'll overstep his bound or say the wrong thing.

Harry really wasn't up for making himself into even more of a clown.

But then Louis started to talk again, sufficiently breaking the quietness, "As much as I'd love to stay and chat, gotta get going. Gonna head off to see my family for the weekend."

Heart already starting to cry as he bit back the frown wanting to make itself known, Harry nodded. Understanding that it was far more essential to see your loved ones than standing around outside in the dead of winter with someone you barely know.

A little part of Harry, the selfish side of him wanted to steal more time.

"But if you're wondering, my name's Louis."

Harry already knew that, but he doesn't say it aloud.

"Harry... I'm H-"

"I know." Louis' tone was velvety soft, there was a shadow of a smile on his supple lips.

Harry stood there flabbergasted, absolutely astounded because Louis Tomlinson actually knew his name.

Oh wow...

"Suppose 'll catch you around then?" Louis asked, and Harry nodded without any hesitation.

The fact that Louis had actually known who he was after all this time was mind blowing. Harry couldn't believe it.

Lastly, Louis added, "And try to be a little more careful, alright?" and then Louis gave him a wink, causing Harry to feel faint.

Louis turned on his heels, and Harry stood there as he watched as Louis hadn't even rounded the corner yet when he glanced over his shoulder. Gave Harry one last once over with a warm smile before he disappeared.

And Harry wondered what in the hell just happened.

Did that even happen? Was it nothing more than a dream?

Harry had so many thoughts running through his mind, whether it was just being polite or an invitation for more. A hint that Louis would start coming around.

Curious and excited over what that had meant in the term of Louis Tomlinson, Harry couldn't wait to find out.

Maybe his birthday didn't end up being so bad afterall.

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