CAN I VIRTUALLY HUG ALL OF YOU? I MEAN, WOW! The comments I got on the last chapter really blew me away; I read them on my mobile when I was at school (yay, wattpad app) and I had tears in my eyes, I just love you guys to death, I couldn’t think of a way to thank you guys, so I decided… A FAST UPDATE! :)
I couldn’t find the “longest” comment, though, because I had so many long comments, so I dedicate this chapter to more than one person. :3
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If I could hug you guys to death, I would! ;3 I loved every comment, every word you guys posted made me smile foolishly. :o
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“Never really had luck, couldn't ever figure out;
How to love…”
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Harry was taken by surprise as he felt the smaller boys’ lips on his, tasting the flavor of alcohol that was still lingering on Louis’ lip, but the kiss didn’t feel wrong, not at all.
Suddenly Louis pulled away from Harry, his eyes widened in realization as his thoughts finally caught up with his actions; Louis’ face blushed in a deep shade of red, and his blue eyes were locked with Harrys. Louis opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t find the right words to say, it was like he forgot his entire vocabulary in a second.
“E-Eh… I…”, he started to stumble in a slurred way, but stopped talking when he realized he was going nowhere with trying to speak. Louis slowly tore his gaze away from Harry and looked to the ground, but moved his eyes to look into Harrys again.
“Just… forget what happened, I was never here, okay?”, Louis muttered and stumbled away as fast as he could, aiming for his house, not knowing what to do know.
Harry was standing on his doorway, his eyes looking after Louis as he raised his hand and touched his lips; the place Louis’ rough yet soft lips had been just a minute ago, and Harry wished Louis had stayed, but he couldn’t tell him that, right?
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Louis’ head was spinning as his eyes fluttered open the next morning. The sunrays that were streaming into his room were hurting his eyes, and Louis pulled his blanket over his head, burying his head deeper into his pillow, trying to fall back asleep, but the pounding headache in his head made this impossible, so he slowly lifted the covers again and rubbed his eyes, yawing sleepily.
He slowly sat up, running his hand through his hair as he tried to remember what happened the last night. The last thing that he was able to remember was how he started to drink with Zayn and Liam, but he couldn’t remember anything that happened after that, like how he got home, or why he felt like he should feel guilty about something.
That was a terrible feeling of cluelessness for Louis; he felt guilty about something, something inside of him told him he’d done something terribly wrong the last night in his drunken state, but he couldn’t call to mind what it was, and it bugging him.
Louis pushed the covers off him and slowly stood up. He made his way to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet; he got out two painkillers, put away the packet before he walked into the kitchen.
He grabbed a glass, poured water into it, swallowed the painkillers and drank the water afterwards. He placed the glass on the counter before he walked into the bathroom again to take a long shower to get rid of the alcohol smell that still was surrounding him from the last night, still gnawing his head about why he should feel guilty; he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he couldn’t help but feeling like it was something important, something he’d regret and something that would mess up something that meant much to Louis.
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[The same time; Ireland]
Niall was slowly walking through the terminal, dragging his suitcase behind him. He would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t beating way faster than it should, and his stomach turned and twisted, and Niall felt sick, like he was going to throw up.
It took all the strength he had to not break out in tears as he looked around the airport, looking for the man who was supposed to be his dad. Niall had no idea who to look for; he had neither had an idea how he looked like nor where he was waiting for Niall, so basically it could be everyone he met.
Niall bit his lower lip, trying to hide is nervousness as he walked over to a bench and dumped down, placing his suitcase between his legs; he decided to wait here, maybe his dad was searching for him, and Niall was walking away from him, so staying at one spot was the best thing to do, and Nialls dad wanted to find Niall, not the other way around, so he could do the searching.
Niall looked around the airport; there were some couples who reunited after being apart for quite a long time, probably a long distant relationship between people going to different universities in different states, or even countries. Niall couldn’t help himself but be jealous about how happy they seemed to be, while he had nothing, happiness was a foreign word to him, not to mention how Nialls love life looked like; he was in love with his best friend who lived in England while Niall was now a part of Ireland’s population again.
Niall was tapping his fingers onto the handle of his suitcases, his eyes flickering around the people that walked past him, knowing every man that passed him could be his dad, a man who either genuinely cared about Niall, who actually had good reasons to want to have his son to live with him or a man who just wanted to use Niall to get money from the government, someone who just saw Niall as a way to trick the government.
“Niall?”
Nialls head snapped up, and his eyes met blue eyes that belonged to a man that looked a lot like his older brother Greg, so there was no need to think about who was standing in front of him.
Niall chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked up to his dad, his heart almost beating out of his chest; he had no idea what to say, he was face to face with a man he never thought he’d ever see in his life, yet, he did.
“Uh…”, Niall now started, and his dad looked at Niall, obviously waiting for whatever he had to say, and Niall bit his lower lip again. “Yeah, I’m Niall.”, he simply said, forcing a smile as he stood up from his seat.
Bobby smiled at Niall. “Let’s get to the car, okay? I can show you were you’re going to live, where you go to school soon and we can get to know each other, like, more than we do know.”
Bobby took off Nialls suitcase, and Niall shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed his dad on the way to the car. Bobby seemed nice to Niall, but then again, they were at a public place, it would be dumb to be mean to Niall where everybody can see, where many people could help Niall even though nobody actually would help, everyone knew people just stare.
Bobby stopped in front of a car, threw the suitcase into the trunk and got into the car while Niall dumped down on the passenger seat next to him. Niall tried his best to not look nervous, nervousness was weakness, and weak people were the ones who get attacked, the people that seemed vulnerable.
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Louis was sitting on the couch in the living room, his feet placed on the coffee table and his eyes were fixed on the TV that he turned on a while ago to soften the thoughts that were spinning around in his head, worsening his headache.
Louis sighed deeply and snuggled into the blanket he wrapped himself in and laid his head on a pillow as the doorbell disturbed him. Louis slightly moaned, pushed away the blanket and made his way to the door since he was home alone, him being the only one who could open the door.
Louis stretched his body and let out a yawn as he pressed down the handle and pulled open the door, and his breath hitched as he looked right into emerald green eyes, and Louis only knew one person with eyes that were this perfect.
“Harry?”, Louis asked confusedly, and Harry’s lips formed an uncomfortable smile.
“Hey.”, was the only thing that Harry said, and Louis raised his eyebrows but stepped aside so Harry could enter the house; Harry walked past Louis and followed him into the living room where Louis plumped down on the couch and Harry sat down next to Louis, looking at him while he played with his fingers to help his nervousness.
Harry had no idea if Louis remembered the kiss, or, if he did, how much of it, but the thought that really tore him apart inside was that he had no idea whether it was a drunken mistake, or it meant something to Louis. Sure, he was drunk, but it wasn’t rare that people got drunk and did things they always wanted to do, but weren’t brave enough while being sober, so Harry was absolutely clueless. Harry had no idea about his brown haired friend, but the tension in the room was unbearable for the curly haired boy. He hadn’t been over to somebody else’s house for ages.
“Why are you here?”, Louis broke the silence; he would’ve expected anyone to show up on his doorstep; Liam, Zayn, even that girl from his biology class that seemed to always flirt with Louis even though he told her that he wasn’t even interested, and since he met Harry Louis was questioning if he even swung that way.
“Eh…”, Harry started. “We’re friends, right? And you told me friends visit friends.” Harry swallowed hardly. “I can leave if you want too.”
Harry looked at Louis who shook his head before he shot Harry a warm, likeable smile.
“No, stay… I was wondering because you were the last person I expected to show up at my house. I’m not complaining, though.”, Louis said, and Harry nodded, his curls bouncing around on his hands.
“Okay… I will.”, Harry hesitantly choked out; Harry was less confident when he was at someone else’s house, he felt shy and little, he had no idea why but he was more careful with everything he said or did.
“You drank a bit too much yesterday, didn’t you?”, Harry asked, slightly smiling as he looked into Louis’ eyes which widened at Harrys question, and the smaller boy raised his eyebrows.
“How do you know?”, Louis questioned, and Harry chewed the inside of his cheek, not breaking eye contact with Louis.
Harry swallowed again, trying not to get more nervous. “You… kind of showed up at my house at 3 am, piss drunk.” Louis moaned and rubbed his temples. “Please tell me I haven’t done anything stupid.”, he said, silently praying that god had mercy.
“You… you told me to finally tell you what I am hiding, and if I would do, you’d tell me your secret, but I refused to tell you, but you still told me.” Harry stopped for a second and looked at Louis who had a questioning expression on his face. “What secret?”, Louis now asked, and Harry continued talking.
“Well, how am I going to tell you without things being awkward afterwards…” Harry ran a hand through his curls and let out a heavy sigh.
“You told me that you’re in love with me, kissed me, realized what you were doing and muttered something before you left without looking at me once.”
Louis’ eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t think of anything to say, so he closed his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, silently groaning.
“Can I ask you something?”, Harry spoke, and Louis’ eyes fluttered open, and Louis nodded, looking at Harry.
“How honest were you when you told me that? Or… let me rephrase that; how much did that mean to you?”
Harry looked at Louis, and Louis played with his fingers, internally discussing whether he should lie, or not, before he answered.
“More than you think.”, Louis mumbled under his breath, and Harry raised his eyebrows, looking at Louis. “Can you repeat that? Like, loud enough so I don’t need a hearing aid in order to hear it?” He chuckled.
“I said… it meant more than you think.”, Louis repeated, avoiding eye contact with the boy sitting in front of him.
“So you’re actually in love with me?”, Harry asked in a surprised tune, and instead of answering, Louis just nodded, expecting Harry to get up, leave and never talk to Louis again, but Harry made no movement that could lead to a leaving.
Harry found himself smiling, and his stomach turned, but in a good, comfortable way, not in the way that makes you want to throw up, more the kind of stomach turning that makes you want to break out into a music dance number.
Louis had closed his eyes, his face still was turned to his lap, and every second that passed by without any of the boys talking was a pure torture to Louis.
“I usually don’t do this.”, Harry spoke, and Louis’ head snapped up, and he opened his eyes to look what Harry meant, and the second his head was turned up to Harry was the second that Harrys lips crashed against Louis’.
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Niall was following his dad into the house that was going to be his home for the next three months, at least. It was a big house, and it looked pretty nice, Niall couldn’t complain, but he’d be happier if he was in England instead or Ireland.
Niall walked up the stairs and followed Bobby into a room where his dad placed his suitcase.
“This is going to be your room.”, Bobby announced. “I’ll be downstairs, set yourself up and you can join me.”
Niall nodded, and Bobby left the room; Niall sat down on the bed and looked around. It was a nice, bright room and it was almost as big as Nialls room at his aunt’s house, but when Niall looked out of the window, there was town; houses, a school, and a skyscraper in distance instead of a wood and the chicken stall.
Niall sighed and stood up, placed his suitcase on the bed and started to unpack the things he brought to Ireland before he placed the suitcase in a corner and walked downstairs into the kitchen, meeting Bobby and a woman that hasn’t been around when they entered the house, and Niall stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised and his hands shoved into his pockets.
“Niall!”, Bobby said, and the woman turned around as well, now facing Niall, and Niall bit his lip. “Hi.”, he slowly said, and Bobby brightly smiled at Niall. “Niall, this is my wife, Alexandra!” He pointed at the woman that was holding his eyes, their fingers intertwined, and Niall just nodded.
“And Alexandra, this is my son Niall.”, he said, now pointing at Niall. Niall couldn’t help but feel like this was just wrong, if Bobby wanted a son to live with him, why didn’t he fought for Niall and Greg way earlier, and most importantly, why didn’t he just try to get another son with his wife? Niall certainly didn’t need another person pretending to care for him in his life.
Niall felt like he didn’t belong here, and something was dubious about this situation, he couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but he didn’t trust Bobby and Alexandra, and most importantly; Bobby smiled a little too bright, it looked putted-on, just… fake.
“Nice to finally meet you, Niall!”, Alexandra said, smiling a smile that looked more genuine than Bobby’s smile did, and Niall nodded, faking a smile like he did the past years, pulling down his sleeves a bit more so they won’t see his scars, despising the fact that Bobby was Nialls biological father, the both people standing in front of him were strangers to Niall, and life ruiners as well.
Niall looked at the couple in front of him and tried to find the thing that made everything look wrong, but he couldn’t find one.
But he knew he would find out what it was, and most importantly, why he was here, because Niall didn’t felt like Bobby cared about Niall.
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So… short chapter again, eh? :D Wrote this at 1 am. So… I GOT QUESTIONS FOR YOU TO ANSWERRR ;3 (Please do it, though, I feel dumb asking questions that are never answered :c)
1) What do you think is the reason why Bobby wanted Niall to live in Ireland?
2) What do you think is/are Harrys secret(s)? (;
- Nadinexx