Way Of Life - H.S & N.H

Let Me Carry You

Knocks on the door caused Shayla to jump out of her sleep. She quickly came to and realised what was happening.

Heather was also curled up on the couch, fast asleep. Shayla had placed a blanket over the both of them whilst they watched some Netflix.

Shayla wanted to distract her from everything. She'd already tried to get some more info about the situation but Heather didn't want to talk anymore. The exhaustion taking over.

Carefully, Shayla got up from the couch, not wanting to wake her friend. She tiptoed her way into the hall and opened the front door to see Harry, and a guilty looking Niall stood next to him.

Shayla said nothing but sent Harry a small smile. Which quickly turned to a frown when she saw his face. She could see that he was a little flushed and his eyes were slightly puffy, like he'd been crying.

What the hell had happened in the studio?

She knew Harry probably would've argued with Niall, but not to the point that he'd be crying though!

Could this be what his text was about before all of this?

Shayla came back to reality to glare at Niall before gesturing for them both to come in. She ushered them quickly into the kitchen.

Niall stood awkwardly in the doorway while Harry took a seat at one of the stools.

Shayla reached over and punched Niall in the shoulder. He opened his mouth to complain but she stopped him.

"Sssh. Heather's asleep! Not surprising after everything. She was hysterical Niall! Fuck you're such an ass! I could hardly make sense of what she was saying!" Shayla whispered but the anger was evident in her tone.

Niall hung his head in shame, before lifting it back up again.

"I messed up Shay." Niall murmured.

Shayla sighed.

"Well no shit Sherlock." She held her hands up for emphasis.

"I know. I know. Nothing you can say right now has not been said by Harry. Well more like shouted at me by Harry."

Shayla glanced over at her boyfriend, who was just watching the interaction. He had a look of guilt on his face, guilt and exhaustion.

"You had an argument?" Shayla called out. Switching her gaze between them both.

Harry nodded.

"We did. But that's not important right now."

He was being too vague for Shayla's liking, but he was right. Not the priority right now.

"I'm going to go in there and get my fiancé back. Even if it kills me." Niall exclaimed. Spinning around and timidly making his way into Shayla's living room.

She watched him walk away before turning around to face Harry again.

He could see every awful emotion written on her face. Hurt, anger, sadness.

He wanted to make it all go away. But they needed to focus on their friends right now. Their problems can wait.

"We'll talk later gorgeous. I promise." He held his hand out and wiggled his fingers. Shayla took the hint and placed her hand in his. He pulled her closer and held her as she stood in between his legs.

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Niall shuffled quietly across the space until he was stood in front of Heather. Who was still sleeping. He knelt down and brushed his hand across her cheek. Memorising every inch of her face.