One Direction Bromance One Shots (BoyxBoy)*Request Accepted*

Take it Slow (Narry)

Niall's POV      I groan as I roll over and hit my alarm clock. Another typical Monday. I throw the covers off and mumble a string of curse words as the cold air hits me. I really regret sleeping in only boxers. I quickly grab clothes from my dresser and throw them on, hoping they warm me up. They don't, go figure.      Walking down the hall, I stop in front of my hallway mirror and ruffle my hair. After ruffling to my content, I walk into the kitchen hoping to be able to make a cup of coffee. "Shit," I say looking at the clock on the stove. 6:25, only fifteen minutes to get to work. I'll make a quick stop at Starbucks. I hope they aren't they busy.      "Ugh," I groan, earning a few odd looks from the other patrons. I look at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes until I have to be there.      The line moves rather slowly and by the time I reach the front, I have five minutes. "Good morning sir, what would like this morning." I feel the breath being knocked out of me as I stare at the gorgeous curly haired, green eyed boy in front of me.      "Uh, sir. Could I have you order and name please." "Umm yeah," I feel my cheeks flush, "my name is Niall and I'd just like straight black coffee." "Coming right up," he responds with a smirk.      I hear my name called and I walk up to grab my coffee. My hand brushes against his as he says lowly, "Make sure you look at that cup really good before throwing it away." With that said, he walked away. Suddenly I figured I'd call in sick for the day and let the green eyed boy fill my thoughts.      I got up from the couch to throw the cup into the rubbish bin but I hear the curly haired lad's voice in my head saying, 'Make sure you look at that cup really good before throwing it away.' I roll the cup in my hands until I see a note scrawled neatly towards the bottom of the cup. Niall,     Call me sometime. I know you're probably thinking, 'how can I call him when I don't have his number.' Just check the bottom of the cup.                                                                           Harry I flip the cup upside down and sure enough a phone number, in his handwriting, is written on the bottom of the cup. He gets points for creativity.      Its been hours since I discovered the little note and number, and I still haven't called him. Part of me is being rational and considering that he might still be at work but another part of me thinks that is just an excuse because I have absolutely no idea what to say to him. And quite honestly I don't.      Its seven o'clock before I get the nerve to call Harry. The phone rings and before I get the chance to hang up, he answers. "Hello, who is this? I didn't recognize the number." His voice sounds a whole lot different over the phone but then again everyone's does.      "Umm this is Niall." "You mean the adorable blonde haired, blue eyed cutie who I gave my number to this morning." I gulp, he was really straightforward. "Yes." He sighs a sigh of relief before saying, "I thought you were never going to call. I was getting upset." I don't know how to respond. "Love, don't tell me I scared you away already. Damn, why does this always happen with the cute ones." "What always happens with the...cute ones," I ask truly curious. "Shit, I didn't think you heard me, actually why don't you pretend you didn't," he blurts out. "Tell me," I say forcefully.      After a minute of persuading, I get the boy, whom I barely know, to tell me something his best friends probably don't even know. "Well when guy comes into Starbucks and I think he's attractive , by the way if you couldn't guess from that I'm gay. Anyway if I find attractive I write him a little note and my number like I did with you. If he calls I normally scare him off after calling him 'love; and if he doesn't call I get very depressed for a couple of days. Honestly, I don't take the time to get to know him before I start making moves on him," he sighs, hopefully happy to get that off his chest.      "I wish I could say I know how you feel but I honestly can't," I respond. He scoffs, "Yeah, you probably have girls, and some guys, swooning over you all the time, and you wouldn't have to force yourself on them. I do, I'm not that good looking and you well I mean if I'm being honest you're pretty damn hot." "Well...umm...I don't feel comfortable talking about this over the phone. Maybe we both take off work tomorrow and you can come over and we'll talk face to face about this." "Fine give me your address, I'll be there by nine," he says sounding kind of agitated. After giving him my address, he hangs up and I go crawl into bed. *Harry's POV*      I toss and turn all night. The most attractive guy I have made a move on, and barely even know, wants me to come over to his place to help me with my...I guess you could say issue. I finally drift off to wake up about an hour later.      I arrive at his place by nine like I said I would. Moments after knocking on the door, clad in nothing but gray sweats and his hair is all over the place. He isn't making this easy for me. *Niall's POV*      "Come in," I yawn. He shuffles in slowly and stands awkwardly by the couch. "You can sit down," I say walking over and sitting on the couch. He nods before saying, "See the thing is if I sit on that couch with you being shirtless, umm well some things might happen that I would enjoy very much but I don't think you would." I look down and back up at him. "Sorry, I'll be right back." I get up and rush to put a t-shirt on. When I get back he's sitting on the couch skimming through one of my books, I must not have put it away.      "So... should we get to talking about my problem," he asks quietly as I sit back down on the couch. I rub my hands together and say, "Okay so please re-explain to me what happens with every guy you find attractive."      I sit and listen as he explains, watching the way his lips move to form each word. I nod before saying, "Okay like I said last night, I don't know how you feel." "Yeah because you're a straight guy who has girls dying to bang him, right?" "Actually Harry, I guess you could say I bat for both teams, if that makes any sense ." He looks at me with confused eyes. I sigh, "I'm trying to tell you that I'm bisexual." His eyes brighten but immediately darken when I say, "We're off topic back to you."      "Maybe if you take the time to properly," I emphasize the word, "get to know someone then maybe-," Before I realize what's happening, Harry is on top of me with his lips pressed to mine.      I don't kiss back hoping he gets the hint. He doesn't so I gently push him off of me. A look of hurt flashes across his face.      "I got to go," he says getting up from the couch. I grab his wrist and pull him to sit next to me. I don't realize his wrist. "Harry I'm trying to help you realize that what just did shouldn't have happened...yet," I say trying to console.      "Just say you don't like me and I'll let you alone," he says frustrated. I roll my eyes and say, "Harry you're not getting what I'm trying to tell you. I can't honestly like you because I barely know you, you need to get to know someone before you rush into things like that. Besides, I don't want you to ever let me alone." A smile plays at his lips.      "So what you're saying is that if I try to take things one step at a time, you'll give me a chance?" I nod in response to his question. "You just have to remember to take it slow. We'll be friends for a while and if it turns into something more then it just does." I remind him.      "I'll talk to you later and by the way thanks Niall," he says walking towards the door. "Anytime pal," I call before the door closes. I smile contentedly to myself before grabbing a book from the shelf and immerse myself into a different world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two one shots in day...pretty proud of myself. Again there's not really much to say so.....READ/VOTE/COMMENT/FAN and HAPPY READING ~Harry's Kitty Kat