Lying in bed in your room, texting Niall, your best friend since..forever. You couldn’t sleep, he was doing late homework. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep with thoughts of Harry swirling in your head

Anxiously you text Niall

Tell me, am I going crazy? Tell me, have I lost my mind?

Niall rapidly responds, knowing what you were referring to the feeling of

Uh huh

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You’d held Harry’s hand when scared or sad. But you never knew if it could mean more or if you were reading too much into it. You felt the same about the small gestures, the hugs and kisses on the cheek you’d get as goodbyes after long days of watching the boys record in the studio Could he feel the same?