Chapter 2

AN: Thank you to my beta Penaime go check out her Klaine fic! Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just make them gay with each other…and any songs used are owned by their rightful owners I'm just borrowing them.

Louis sat quietly at a table in the corner of Nando's, his head in his hands. Why did he have to fuck up everything he did? He thought that he and Eleanor were fine, that she understood the situation. Obviously, she didn't, and this was why Louis Tomlinson was sitting in a restaurant alone.

The bell above the door tinkled and Louis looked up to see Niall bounding, in dragging Liam behind him. Louis waved at his friends, forcing a smile. He'd gotten rather good at hiding his feelings from his friends, but tonight he was growing tired of pretending to be okay. He'd just been dumped. Surely it would be okay for Louis to be upset for a bit.

"Haven't ordered yet, Lou?" Niall asked excitedly.

"Nah, thought I'd leave that honour to you, you excitable little leprechaun!" Louis answered, the presence of his friends already making him feel better.

Liam sat down beside Louis, knowing he wasn't his usual self. "What's happened Lou?" Liam asked, and Louis dropped his head to the table.

"How do you always know when something is wrong?" He groaned. "I'm sorry, Li, I just don't think I want to talk about it. But I know you'll make me talk about it sooner or later anyway." Louis eyes shined with unshed tears that he struggled to keep in. "I-… Eleanor broke up with me," he managed to choke out.

"Oh Lou, I'm so sorry." Liam slung an arm around his friend's shoulders and hugged him tight. Louis relaxed, letting tears and sobs rip from his chest, soaking into Liam's checked shirt. Liam let Louis cry; saying nothing, but Niall's sudden return ruined the moment.

"Hey guys! I ordered the usual, is that okay?" Niall chirped, then took in the scene in front of him. Louis looked so small curled into Liam's side, his head in the crook of Liam's neck. He was taken aback by the image. Niall felt like he was seeing Liam for the first time: so steady and comforting, his soft brown eyes full of adoration and caring.

Niall collapsed into the seat opposite the others, trying to wrap his mind around the sudden burst of feelings in his mind. So it wasn't Harry all along, and he'd been too busy pining over Harry to realise who his heart really wanted. It was Liam.

"Here we go then, boys, 3 peri peri chicken burgers, extra hot." A bubbly waitress set down a tray of food and drinks.

Niall launched himself at the meal, trying to act normal, to shift his mind away from Liam. It was probably the first time he hadn't enjoyed Nando's. The three of them ate in silence, the only sounds occasional sniffs of sadness from Louis. They left quickly, skipping pudding for once, done and Niall didn't complain. He just wanted to get home so he could think about Liam without Liam constantly distracting him.

When the boys got home, Niall headed straight into his room and locked the door. He needn't have been so worried about Louis – people go through break ups all the time – but it was unnerving that he was so quiet. Niall sat with his head in his hands, breathing deeply. He had to write down how he was truly feeling, to pour everything he was feeling out onto paper. It was the only way he knew to clear his head.

He grabbed a pen and notepad and wrote "You Could Be Happy" at the top of the page. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing his thoughts to become less confused, less blurred, then emptied out his soul.

Niall lowered his pen, drew in a deep breath, and damn near jumped out of his skin at a loud knock at his door.

"Niall?" Harry's voice came tentatively. "Can I come in, mate? I need to talk to you."

Niall tensed up. It wasn't as if he could just ignore Harry. "Come in," he sighed.

"Good plan, Ni, but the door's sort of locked."

Niall chuckled gently, got up and opened the door. Harry stood there, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand, his face scrunched up. He smiled faintly at Niall, took a deep breath and walked in.

"So, um-" Niall started, but his words were stopped in their tracks as Harry's warm lips pressed against his own. Harry's tongue slipped between Niall's lips, but the older boy couldn't enjoy it. The kiss was not soft or loving: It was all teeth and lust. At first Niall wasn't sure how he to react, but when he felt Harry's hand at his belt he knew that he couldn't allow it to continue. He extracted himself from Harry's grip, expecting him to look hurt or rejected. But he saw only relief.

"Can I show you something?"

Harry nodded and perched on the bed. Niall opened the notebook, picked up his guitar and started to play. He hoped the song would make Harry understand how he felt.

"You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go
And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops till it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you how we were?
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur
Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back; don't think, just do
More than anything I want to see you, girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world."

Harry looked at Niall for a few seconds, in silence, a small smile creeping onto his face. "That was beautiful, Niall, but… you didn't write that about me, did you?"

AN: "You could be Happy" written by Snow Patrol, all rights to the owners.