Leaving Dad... Part 6

"Ya know, it'd be nice if you weren't eating all the time. But of course, then we wouldn't tell who you were, so that's your only excuse.." I said "I use it very well" Niall said. I answered the door, took, the pizza (without know what the bill was, i gave him $1,000), grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him to one f the bedrooms. "So I have a question" I said pulling out the first slice  I saw. "Just wondering, you really just HAPPEN to have a pizza slicer in your room?" Harry asked. "Don't try to change the subject. Listen it might seem like my "mom and her new husband" problem is coming between our relationship, bu t I do hope you know that it has NOTHING to do with us." I said quietly but loud enough so Harry could reply as quickly as he did. "Why would you think that?" He asked, seemed to be more interested in me then ever, because he sat MUCH closer to me. "Honestly, I've just been feeling like you think that we aren't going out enough, because all I've been talking about is my mom." I said, partially tilting my head on his shoulder. "I know that sometimes that we have relationship problems, but this is definitely not one of them." Harry said, in a firm but soft tone. I love that Harry and I can just sit down and talk all day about everything, and be completely honest with each other.