Niall Horan: My Bad Romance

Chapter 26: Weight of the World

The moment I opened my front door Harry barged in, engulfing me in a giant hug. I melted into his warmth, my whole body comforted simply by his presence. We stood in our embrace for an eternal length of time. The only distraction that caught my attention was my mum hobbling down the stairs and coughing purposefully.

I pulled away to glance at her. She was getting dressed up to go and see Roger again and she had been pestering me since the moment I arrived home to help her get prepared.

I just wasn't in the mood.

'Mummy Wendy,' Harry laughed, appraising her outfit with a raised eyebrow. She was wearing black leather dress and a sparkling statement necklace. Her hair was curled precisely around her face. She looked beautiful, especially for her age but I didn't have the energy to tell her.

'Harry darling, finally somebody who will give me the time of day,' she exclaimed forcefully, her eyes piercing into mine. I shrugged and stalked into the living, not giving a damn about how rude I was being.

After a few more moments of chatting, Harry trailed in and perched beside me on the sofa.

'Come on Daisy, what's been going on?' I turned to look at him. Properly. His curly mop of hair was styled up into a quiff and his skin had a radiant glow. He seemed so happy and carefree; I couldn't ruin it by telling him the truth.

'I don't know,' I mumbled, my gaze refusing to settle on his emerald eyes. I heard him sigh and I could almost imagine how he lips would be pursed in thought.

'I should be furious at you,' he said suddenly, his voice lost in thought, 'but I'm not. Do you want to know why?'

His question threw me slightly and I allowed my face to turn to him, a frown etched into my skin.

'Because I know you so well Daisy and I can tell that something is up. You never ditch us and you certainly never run off for days on end without contact. It's to do with Niall, I know that much,' he ran a hand through his hair, tousling it.

I nodded mutely, my mind unable to form a sentence to reassure him I was fine. He would see right through it anyway.

'If you ever need to speak to me I'm here,' he urged, settling his arm around my neck and pulling me back towards him. 'I know you have Lily and the girls for all your other business but I will always listen to you.'

I felt the tears well up in my eyes and I blinked rapidly. How had I gotten so lucky to be blessed with a best friend like Harry?

'Harry I wish I could tell you everything but I can't,' I whispered my grip on him tightening.

'Is it about Robbie?' He asked, his hand rubbing my back soothingly.

'Yes,' I mumbled into his red sweatshirt. I was such a coward.

'Are you in danger?' He breathed. I pondered his question. In the literal sense of the word, I was in grave danger however I knew that with Niall and the gang around I would always be kept safe.

Niall.

My heart seized and I fought against the memories of the day thus far and answered Harry's question.

'Not really, no.'

'Will you really not tell me?' He grumbled in defeat.

'One day you will know. When I fully understand, you will too,' I promised. That was only fair. Until I had gotten to the bottom of the mystery myself it was pointless muddling Harry up in it all.

'Alright, I'll take that,' he chuckled before checking his watch. 'You still up for today?'

Shit, I'd forgotten. The guys had invited both Niall and I to the cinema. In all honesty, with the events of the past few hours it had completely slipped my memory.