Chapter 4
Niall’s POV
I woke up the next morning with my eyes feeling tight and sore from all the tears I had spilt the previous night. I rubbed them a couple of times to regain my sight and realised that I was no longer lying on the sofa in Harry’s living room, I was in fact curled up in a foetus position in what seemed to be Harry’s bed.
I sat up, holding my weight up with my elbows against the wooden headboard. I rubbed my eyes one last time and stretched out my limbs, twitching slightly in pain because of my partially tight limbs from being curled up in a ball all night.
My mind finally registered where I was and what happened. I must have fallen asleep on Harry’s couch or something and he carried me to his bed. Wait, he carried me? Why would he carry me and put me in his bed? He could have just left me on the sofa; I didn’t even deserve that with how I treated him in the past. I deserved his kitchen tiles at a push.
I looked around the room and it wasn’t at all what I expected Harry’s bedroom to look like. I imagined it to have a large desk with a computer on it which would be surrounded by book shelves full to the rafters with hard backs and dictionaries. I expected him to have a globe positioned on his bed side table and I thought that his clothes would all be neatly placed in his wardrobe and chest of draws. Oh how wrong I was though. Instead of having a neat and tidy bedroom, his clothes were spread across his carpet and you could see them almost falling off of the coat hangers in his wardrobe and sticking out of his chest of draws where they wouldn’t shut properly because they were that full. I was surprised how his draws hadn’t collapsed yet with the amount of clothing jammed inside of them. His shoe collection was kept under his bed with the odd shoe escaping the darkness and poking out at the foot of the bed. He didn’t in fact have a computer on his small desk, in fact he had a Mac perched on top which it was sharing the space with a fish bowl witch held a couple of orange goldfish.
Overall his bedroom was a tip. If I said it was messy it would be an understatement and the biggest lie I’d have told that year.
I pulled myself out of his extremely comfortable double bed and tidied it up, it was the least I can do since he sacrificed his bed for be last night. I walked out of his bedroom, my bare feet padding along the wooden floors before crossing over onto the kitchen tiles.
Harry was sat at the counter drinking coffee and nibbling on an apple, staring out of the kitchen window. He hadn’t noticed that I had come in.
“Morning” I said, stood in the middle of the room awkwardly.
“Hey” He said, turning around to face me. He put his apple on the counter and got up to turn the kettle on. “Coffee?”
“Sure, thanks” I smiled before taking a seat on the counter
He handed me a mug which contained the warm brown liquid and sat back down on his stool next to me.
“Thanks for last night Harry” I said seriously.
“It’s okay, really it is”
“I don’t deserve any of this, you’re being way to nice”
“I know” he smirked at me before taking a gulp of his drink.
We sat in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes before he turned around on his stool and hopped off it. “You coming?” He asked me. “Where?” “You kinda need fresh clothes, you smell” He smirked at me.
“I do not” I laughed along with him
“Seriously though, go and have a shower why I find you some clothes” He playfully hit me on the shoulder.
“Fine” I muttered before making my way into his bathroom and hopping into the shower.
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I walked back into Harry’s bedroom with nothing put a towel tightly hugging my waist and the pile of my dirty clothes in my right arm.
“Here let me take those” he took the dirty laundry out of my hands and threw them into the overflowing washing basket in the corner of his room.
“Thanks”
“Here, put these on” He handed me some clothes fresh from his wardrobe. He gave me a pair of ripped jeans, black socks, white boxers and a white and black ‘punk’ shirt.
“Thanks, for everything you’ve done for me” I gave him a thankful smile, which he returned.
I quickly walked back into his bathroom and put the clothes on. They kinda fitted me, the shirt was a bit short and his jeans looked like they were scared of my ankles. I sighed, I couldn’t complain though. He was being way to nice to me. I couldn’t believe he actually talked to me, never mind gave up his bed and let me use his shower and clothes. He was such a nice person, it made me feel even guiltier that I made his life hell for a fair few years. Sadly.
I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way into his living room.
“Bye Harry”
I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, he had been so sweet and I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of him.
“What?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at me in confusion.
“I’ve overstayed my welcome, thank you for everything though” I smiled at him before turning to pick up my converse from the middle of the room.
“You don’t have to go” He insisted
“Y-you want me to stay?” I was gobsmacked to say the least, he actually wanted my company?
“Sure, you don’t seem that bad anymore”
“Yeah, im really sorry about all of that. I was kinda being hypocritical…” My words began to trail into a whisper;
“What?” He asked.
My palms began to become sweaty and it felt like the temperature in the room was becoming increasingly warm even though it was only February and almost freezing outside.
“I err” I stuttered.
“It’s okay Niall, I understand” He smiled at me, rubbing my arm for support.
“I like boys okay!” I shouted before collapsing in a heap on the floor, my hands covering my eyes as I lent on my knees.
“There’s nothing wrong with that Niall” He tried to comfort me.
“There isn’t anything right with that! I’m supposed to like girls and give my dad grandchildren!” I cried into Harry.
“Sssh, come here” He pulled me into his chest as I began to sob uncontrollably into his shirt once again.