the title(which is a song) doesn’t have to do with the story but I was listening to it while I wrote it so
Niall is startled awake by the constant banging on the door of his home. He rubs his eyes and stands up. He furrows his brows when he hears sobbing coming from the other side of the door. He opens the door and is surprised to see Harry crying.
“Jess. S-she broke up with me.” He sobs and falls against Niall’s chest.
Niall is taken aback but he slowly wraps his arms around Harry and rubs his back. He closes the door and gently guides Harry to sit on the couch.
“Jesus Christ, Harry. What were you thinking?” He mutters to himself when he sees Harry’s hands shaking and bottom lip trembling. “C'mon.” He guides Harry to the bathroom where he fills the bathtub with warm water while Harry undresses himself.
He looks for clothes and sets them on top of the toilet lid. He leaves the bathroom and lies on his bed waiting for Harry.
The door opens and a red nosed Harry walks out. His eyes are puffy and red rimmed. He sniffles and sits down next to Niall.
“Do you want tea?” Niall asks softly to which Harry shakes his head.
“Can we cuddle?” He mumbles sleepily.
They shift to the top of the bed and get under the covers where Niall lets Harry cling to him. Harry starts to quietly cry again making Niall sigh.
“You’ll be fine, Haz. Look on the bright side! We start tour in two days and you’ll be busy and get distracted.” The blond reassures.
“You think so?” The Cheshire natives sniffles.
“I know so.”
Harry laughs loudly at one of Louis’ jokes while being on stage. He’s happy that Niall was right. He’s been so distracted he’s barely thought about her. He has barely had time for his thoughts because everytime he looks like he could go deep in his thoughts, Niall is there to distract him. And whenever he does have the time he is too tired to actually think and goes straight to sleep.
After the concert, Liam and Louis head to the bus whilst Niall and Harry go to the hotel. On the way there Niall cringes at Harry’s smell and laughs when the curly haired boy pouts.
When they arrive Harry is the first to shower and Niall follows quickly after. When he’s done, Harry is in deep thought. Niall frowns and sits next to him.
“You alright?” He asks concerned.
“Yeah. Just thinking about some stuff.” He shrugs and attacks Niall in a cuddle, arms and legs wrapped around the blond.
Niall laughs wholeheartedly and ruffles Harry’s hair with fondness. He just sighs and gets as comfortable as he can with Harry wrapped around him. Niall places his bicep under Harry’s head, knowing the lad still needs support. He really loved the girl and they never fought. For him they were like a match made in heaven.
They were perfect. Maybe a little too perfect.
When Niall wakes up, he has a spot of drool on his shirt that could only be Harry’s. He cringes and takes it off before lying down again and snuggling his body into the blankets. He sighs when he realizes they smell like Harry and whoa. Stop it right there.
He quickly shakes his head because it is creepy to think about your best mate like that. But either way he engulfs himself in the blankets and goes back to sleep.
When he wakes up for the second time it’s Harry who wakes him up by jumping on him.
“Christ, Harry.” The blond mutters.
“You need to wake up. It’s mid day already.” Harry tells him.
“Go away. Let me sleep.” Niall pushes Harry’s face away and covers his head with the duvet.
The chestnut haired boy rolls his eyes and pulls the duvet away from Niall’s curled up body. “Get up and eat. We have a day of interviews ahead of us.”
Niall curses under his breath as he gets up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Harry smiles fondly at the blond before plopping on the bed to wait for him. He’s casually scrolling through his Twitter feed when Niall’s phone chimes.
“Niall, you’ve a text!” Harry calls too lazy to get up and walk to the bathroom.
“Who’s it from?” Niall calls back from the open bathroom door.
The brunet grabs Niall’s mobile and sees it’s from Maura. “Your mum. Should I open it?”
“No, I’ll just text her later.” Niall’s voice wavers slightly but Harry doesn’t catch it, too busy answering to his own mother. When the blue eyed boy walks out of the bathroom he isn’t surprised to see Harry hanging upside down from the bed. “Let’s go, loser. I’m starving.”
Harry smiles and follows Niall outside and down to Liam’s room where the rest are waiting. Louis wiggles his eyebrows suggestively but Harry only rolls his eyes and flips him off.
A few days later Niall and Liam are talking to kill time. Niall listens as Liam talks about Sophia, whining about how much he misses her. Niall suggests for Liam to call her or set up a Skype date but Liam tells him she’s busy.
“What about you, Ni? Anyone caught your attention?”
Niall swallows at that because no one knows about the little crush he’s had on Harry for a while now. Way before Harry and Jess had gotten together. He just hadn’t realized it. It had killed Niall to see Harry with her but he smiled because Harry was happy and that was all that mattered to him: Harry’s happiness.
“Kind of.” He shrugs.
“Bird or bloke?” Liam asks once again. Niall’s happy he told the boys he swings both ways and none are bothered about it.
“Bloke.” Niall mutters and sighs at how easy it is to talk about someone you like with Liam because Liam doesn’t judge. He just listens. “For a while now.”
“Do I know him?” Niall nods. “Am I close with him?” Another nod. Liam goes in his thinking mode and Niall lets him because at one point Liam will still figure it out. “Can’t think of anyone right now.”
“We’re like really fucking close Liam.” Niall huffs staring at a spot on the bed.
They stay quiet for a moment until Liam gasps. “No fucking way. It’s Harry!”
Niall buries his face in Liam’s pillow, cheeks a bright red. He curses at how fast Liam guessed and how he will never hear the end of it now. He curses even more when Louis decides to walk in. But he’s never cursed someone more than Liam at the moment because he just had to tell Louis. Louis cooes like the ass that he is making Niall’s cheeks flame up even more.
“Hey, lads. Got someone I want you to meet!” Harry calls as he walks in the room with a pretty brunette who’s hand is on his bicep. “Guys, this is Violet. My girlfriend.”
Niall’s face falls and his stomach churns in an unpleasant way. The girl is pretty, he can’t deny it. She has electric blue eyes and a thousand watt smile. She seems nice and it kills Niall once again. Liam and Louis look at him sympathetically but Niall just shakes his head and smiles at Harry before excusing himself to go to his room. When he gets there he takes a deep breath and rubs his chest to relieve some of the pain. He lies down in his bed and buries his face in his pillow. He yells into it and thanks the gods above that the walls are soundproof.
He’s gone through enough pain already. He doesn’t think he can go through more.
Whenever Violet is around, Niall avoids Harry at all costs. It hurts him to do so but it hurts even more seeing Harry all cuddled up with her backstage and on the bus. He doesn’t want to be mean or anything but he can’t wait until she leaves so he can have Harry back. Whoa slow down there, Niall. He tells himself. But the blond man knows Harry likes the palm of his hand. No one understands Harry better than he does and he doesn’t think anyone has loved him as much as he has.
He sighs as he flops on his bed. He’s alone now that Harry has a room with Violet and it gets pretty lonely in the night. Liam or Louis sometimes sneak in and cuddle the boy telling him how it’s going to be okay. Tonight it’s both of them who walk in, each on either side of the blond. Niall makes a noise in the back of his throat in appreciation. He whimpers quietly when he remembers it was usually Harry who cuddled him at night when he mostly needed someone. Liam shushes him and tells him to go to sleep.
After the blond is asleep Liam and Louis share a look of pure concern for the blond. They both know that it isn’t just a small crush, they know it’s something more. Louis bids Liam goodnight as he stands up and goes to his own room. Liam stays the night with Niall, not wanting the blond to feel alone. He sort of knows what it’s like to feel this way and it hurts that his best mate is going through this kind of pain.
The next morning Niall wakes up with Liam sprawled out beside him. He slightly startles at Liam’s snore and gets up to get ready. When he’s done he wakes Liam up so they can go down for breakfast. When they get to the breakfast bar, Niall steers clear of Harry’s view. He doesn’t want to see how happy he is so early in the morning. It annoys him to no end and he doesn’t want to be grumpy for the rest of the day.
Liam notices quickly and frowns. He smiles at Harry as a good morning and grabs his breakfast before sitting across from Niall. “You know he isn’t stupid right?” He says spreading butter over his toast.
Niall rolls his eyes. “I know he isn’t stupid, Liam.” He mutters. “It just hurts.” His words are just above a whisper but Liam catches it either way.
“It’s going to be fine, Niall.”
“Wanna share a room?” Harry asks Niall as they sit in the bus in silence. Liam and Louis had dozed off a while ago and it’s just the two of them.
Niall looks up from his mobile and sees the hopeful look in Harry’s eyes. It’ll hurt him even more to break that look than to share a room with the curly haired boy so he says yes. Harry beams at him and turns back to his phone. Niall sighs quietly and says he’s going to his bunk to catch some sleep before they reach the hotel. Harry says good night but Niall doesn’t answer; too tired to do so.
Harry wakes him up when they reach the hotel at one in the morning. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and takes his suitcase after slipping on a shirt. They walk inside and are greeted with Sam who gives them both key cards before they find their room. Niall sets down his suitcase and strips to his boxers before climbing in his bed. He ignores Harry and goes straight to sleep, too exhausted to do anything.
The next few days are bearable for Niall. Harry’s barely talked about Violet and things are slowly coming back to normal between them. Although, for Harry nothing seemed off between them, he’s happy Niall is his bubbly self again on and off stage.
It’s one late night that Niall walks in his shared room with Harry that the Cheshire native is Skyping with Violet that Niall goes back to his quiet state again. He only waves and smiles at Violet before going to shower. He walks out in a fresh pair of boxers drying his hair when Harry tells him to be decent and put on a pair of sweats as he turns his laptop away.
“As if you haven’t seen my dick before.” He deadpans as he lies on his bed.
“Niall!” He squeaks as Violet laughs loudly. “Don’t say that around my girlfriend.”
“What? That we’ve seen each other’s dicks before?”
Harry glares at the blond who smiles back before turning his own laptop on and going on Netflix. He’s halfway through an episode of Arrow when Harry plops next to him. He shifts the laptop so the can both watch it and lies his head on Niall’s shoulder. He tenses a little but relaxes because, Jesus, it’s only Harry. About four episodes later, Harry is asleep so Niall turns the laptop off and goes on Twitter on his phone insteadFor a while He opens Snapchat and takes a selfie with Harry curled next to him and sends it to Liam with the caption ‘I win for tonight ! 🙈’
Liam answers with a wink making him roll his eyes and goes to sleep instead.
He wakes up alone and he is not surprised at all. He rolls over to his other side and squeaks in surprise when he sees Harry stark naked. He feels his cheeks heat up so he covers his face with the duvet. “Jesus Christ, Harry. Cover up.” He mutters and smiles when Harry laughs his squeaky laugh.
“As if you haven’t seen it before.” He snorts. Niall rolls his eyes and peeks to see Harry dressed already.
“Why are up so early?” He asks.
“Have to catch my flight to L.A.” Harry answers and that’s when Niall spots all of his luggage by the door.
“I thought that was tonight.” He stretches his arms and back as he sits up.
“No. I have to get going. See ya, Ni.” He tackles Niall in a hug making the blond laugh and push Harry’s kissy face away from his. “You should come with me!”
“No thanks. Got a flight home tomorrow.” Niall tells him giving up completely and just letting Harry lie on him.
Harry pouts like a child and widens his eyes. “Please. I want you to come with me. Please. Please. Please. Please.”
“Shut up and let me sleep for a bit more.”
The brunet boy pouts but gets off Niall after slobbering his cheek with a kiss and runs out of the room cackling. Niall just wipe his cheek and goes back to sleep with a hint of a smile on his face.
After landing in London Niall goes straight home. He greets Willie but goes straight to his room to sleep. A few hours later he gets a call waking him up. He groans into his pillow and blindly searches for his phone. He answers it without thinking twice with a groggy ‘hello’.
“Shit, I woke you up!” His ears re filled with Harry’s voice. “I’m sorry. I’ll call tomorrow.”
“No, it’s fine. What’s up?” He asks as he sits up on his bed.
“How long are you going to be in London?”
The question catches Niall a little off guard. “Don’t know. Why?”
“I’m going home. Think I can stay in for a day or so?”
Niall rolls his eyes. “You don’t even have to ask, idiot.”
“Great! Tell you when I land!” And with that he hangs up.
Niall just mutters under his breath and goes back to sleep as it’s only two in the morning. When he wakes up a second time it’s one in the afternoon. He decides to stay in after getting up and eating something. His plans fail when Harry walks in with tired eyes.
“Thought you said you’d call.” Niall says from the couch.
“Hey.” Harry sighs putting his things down and kicks off his boots. “You wouldn’t answer your mobile.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear it.” Niall frowns.
Harry shrugs and just lies in the couch next to Niall. He traps the blond in a cuddle and falls asleep. Niall usually forgets Harry is clingy when he’s tired so he lets him be and cuddles him instead as he watches the Derby match Willie recorded for him. Not long after, Harry’s steady breathing lulls him to sleep.
‘Got home safe and sound! :) xx’
Niall reads the text Harry has sent him and his heart stutters at the two x’s at the end.
‘Great ! Tell your mum I said hi !’
He locks his phone and lies on his bed that oddly smells like Harry. He inhales his blankets without shame and sighs at the musky scent. He texts Harry back and forth that day and night. It seems weird because Harry’s been clinging to Niall the few days he stayed and he hasn’t mentioned Violet once. So he decides to shoot Harry a text.
'Are u and Violet okay ?’
'What happened ?’
'We’re sort of falling apart. She says it’s too much with the distance and that I’m always busy. I know that! I miss her, Ni but I think we’re going nowhere. This is why Jess and I broke up in the first place. I don’t want to go through it again. What should I do?’
Niall thinks it over. He can’t just straight out tell Harry to break up with her. It’ll seem selfish of him and that’s the last thing he wants to do.
'Talk to her, mate . Think it’s mostly fair for you to explain your point of view in this too !’
'What do I say?!’
'Idk she’s your girlfriend harry’
'You’re no help :(’
Niall rolls his eyes at his best mate. Harry can be so thick sometimes.
'How do you feel about it ?’
'Terrible! I miss her loads but she won’t talk to me! I’ve sent her hundreds of texts and I’ve called so many times I’ve lost count. But I just think it’s best if we break up. I don’t want to hurt her like this anymore. And I’ve kind of liked someone else for a while now.’
Niall chokes on the air he inhales and immediately calls Harry.
“You fucking wanker! Why didn’t you tell me?!” He exclaims into his mobile.
“Sorry.” Harry says sounding sheepish and guilty. “I didn’t want to tell anyone until I got my head straight. And I did. I’m breaking up with her and calling the person right after and tell them how I feel.”
“Alright, Haz. Do want you feel is right. Call me tomorrow and tell me how it went. I’m fucking dead on my feet.” He grumbles.
“Whole day playing golf. What else do you expect?”
“Oh, fuck off, tosser. Good night.”
“Good night. Love you.”
“Say it right, Niall.” Harry huffs.
“Love you, too, fucker.”
“Why do you always ruin the moment, Niall. Here I am trying to have a moment and you ruin it.”
“Oh, shut up. You have stuff to do. Bye.”
The front door of Niall’s house swings open and he’s startled to see Harry shutting it close behind him. He cocks his head to the side confused. “Harry? What are you-”
He’s cut off by Harry’s hands on his cheeks. He looks at the blond with fondness in his eyes and a small smile on his face. Niall’s cheeks heat up under Harry’s gaze, his arms are limp on his sides not knowing what to do with them. Niall squeaks in surprise when Harry bumps their noses together.
“It’s you, Niall. You’re the person I’ve liked for a while now. I can’t stop thinking about you and fuck, Niall.” He breaths out knocking their foreheads together.
They’re both surprised when Niall closes the few inches between them and connects their lips as he wraps his arms around Harry’s waist. He pulls him closer, flushing their bodies together. The kiss is indescribable for both boys. It’s sweet and soft and languid and everything Niall ever imagined.
Harry is the first to pull away with a sigh. He can’t help but chuckle, rubbing his thumb along Niall’s cheek. “I’m guessing you like me as well.”
Niall chuckles and hides his face in Harry’s neck. “Yeah. For a while now. Before you and Jess were a thing.”
Harry gasps at that. “Niall! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“You were happy.” He shrugs. “I just wanted you to be happy. And I didn’t realize it until a while ago.”
Harry hugs the blond closer and plants a kiss on his hair. “You’re an idiot for not telling me before. Would’ve never been with Violet.”
Niall shrugs again and pulls away to close the door behind them. He takes Harry’s hand and guides him upstairs to his room. The two of them crawl into Niall’s bed and cuddle under the covers. They spend the night kissing and cuddling and giggling like the children they are until Niall falls asleep curled around Harry. The lanky boy cuddles into Niall’s chest and falls asleep with a content smile on his face.