The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.26

»When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne«

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"I love you, Niall Horan."

I smiled.

"And I love you, Harry Styles."

We stared at each other for awhile until our time was up. I didn't want to leave. I never did. But the guard had already taken Harry away, so I had to leave.

I had mentioned to the guard how I thought having to see Harry behind glass was ridiculous since he wasn't on death row. He was only supposed to be in here for a few years; I should be able to be in touching distance of him. But of course, I wouldn't be able to touch him, which would suck. The guard then reassured me that they would fix that right away.

I didn't know his definition of right away, but I had to believe him. He gave me back any of my personal belongings he had to take off me before seeing Harry then sent me out the door.

I probably sat in my car for the longest time before starting up the engine. I wanted to take the longest way back to Harry's house. I was in no rush to get home to where he wasn't. In fact, I didn't want to call it home cause Harry wasn't there. Home is where the heart is. That's what I've heard. Well, my heart was with Harry.

I began to drive away from the prison trying to hold back my tears. It fucking hurt. It really hurt having to leave him behind each time I visited him. I felt horrible. I wish I could have come up with something better to tell the police to somehow get them to not take Harry. But it was no use. Samuel had snitched not only on Harry and Indie, but himself as well.

I stopped at a red light and let all the things that Harry and I went through come flooding back. The club. Our first kiss. The fundraiser. Our first time with each other...

I shut my eyes and began to pound my hands against the steering wheel. It was just too much. It was too much for me to handle. I needed him. I needed his touch. I needed his actual presence and not behind some damn glass wall. I needed his voice and his warm embrace. I just needed him.

A long blare of a horn made me open my eyes. The light was green so I proceeded with accelerating forward and heading home. I drove through the gates and shut off the car; letting the tears fall again. I stared up at the house through blurry eyes. There was no use in me crying in the car for the rest of the night. I knew that I had to go inside otherwise Isabella would come out here and drag me inside. So I wiped my eyes, got out of the car and headed inside.

Right away I was greeted by Isabella.

"Welcome home, Niall," she said; giving me a hug.

I pushed her away and just headed up the stairs. I know she was trying to comfort me but she wasn't the one I needed comfort from.

Pushing open Harry's bedroom door, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I fell back against the door and just sobbed. I slowly slid down the door and pulled at my hair as the sobs flowed passed my lips loudly. I pounded my fists against the door repeatedly as I let out a loud and long yell.

My chest hurt as the sobs just ripped through me. I ignored the plea from Isabella as she asked me to calm down and to open the door. But there was no way I was going to do that. She would just try to tell me that everything was going to be okay. But it wasn't. Harry was stuck in jail and I was stuck out here. I was stuck in this huge house of his. I knew I was going to go crazy every waking moment I wasn't with Harry. I shouldn't have even been in his room right now. It wasn't helping me at all. It wasn't helping me to see to his clothes on the floor.