The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

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»How To Love - Lil Wayne«

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It's been at least two weeks since I told Harry that I loved him. He didn't say it back, but it really didn't bother me. The thing that did bother me was that he was starting to ignore me. Like we wouldn't talk to each other like we normally would. Sometimes he would eat his breakfast in his office while I ate in the dining room alone.

He had fired Mr. Carson and boy was I thankful for that. Mrs. Thompson told me Harry had fired him the minute he realized I was "missing". I mean, the guy was gonna drug me! I'm glad Harry fired him. His replacement was showing up today. That's all I knew.

Harry wasn't in his office right now, but he was in the house. I could hear him talking to his other staff...about me. He was asking if I was wondering where he was and they obviously told him the truth. They would tell him that I wanted to know why he was ignoring me. He'd laugh and deny he would do such a thing.

That hurt. He's ignored me on three different occasions. The day after the night of that party at the club, after we had sex with each other and now...after I told him that I loved him. I couldn't understand any of it.

Why didn't he say it back? Alicia's voice crept into my mind; telling me that Harrt didn't feel the same. But I know he did. He had to. Why would he have sex with me...again...after bringing me back here?

Or maybe she was right. Maybe Harry didn't feel the same and he was just using me...like Danny. But I was nothing like Danny. I was Niall James Horan, damn it. I am my own person. How could Harry do this?

I couldn't ask anyone about Danny...except Miss Cartier. She had to have known something about him. I mean, she's Harry's hairstylist after all. She had to. Miss Cartier was--thankfully--actually here in Harry's house.

The only time Harry had talked to me today was to give me a new phone because he was getting paranoid that Alicia would track my phone and get him sent to prison. Of course I told him about that. I had to. She called him a psycho!

The other reason that Harry talked to me was because we were going to yet another party and this time, it was masquerade.

That's why she was here; to do our hair. She had came early because Harry told her to. I found her in the wardrobe setting up the hair care supplies; she was alone. I didn't know how much time I had until Harry would burst through those doors, but I had to get to the questions now before I was stopped.

"Oh hello, Mr. Horan," she said with a slight smile.

I gave her one back.

"Can I ask you some questions, Miss Cartier?"

She softly laughed.

"You can call me Isabella when Mr. Styles isn't around. It'll be okay."

I felt so...at ease with her. She was trying to make me feel comfortable and I really liked it.

"Then can you call me Niall?"

She nodded and smiled. I sat in the chair in front of her. I heard her mumble something about how my natural roots were starting to show and that she'd have to do something about it.

"So what do you need to ask me, Niall?"

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. I opened my eyes and began to speak.

"Can you tell me anything about Danny?"

She was silent for a few moments before I heard her clear her throat.