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twenty-eight

Niall knew that he was probably freaking Harry out. He also knew that Liam wasn't supposed to come back for another day. Niall needed to pull himself together because Liam wouldn't be able to come back. If he didn't pull himself together for himself, Niall needed to pull himself together for Harry.

So Niall pushed himself away from Harry and wiped his eyes furiously. "I'm okay," he whispered. His voice sounded hoarse. "Do you want to go back to class? I don't think I can miss anymore days this year." Niall sniffed.

"Niall," Harry placed a hand on Niall's shoulder, "You don't need to go to class. you need to go home. Let Mum take care of you. Text Liam. But you can't stay in school."

Unsteadily, Niall pushed himself off the ground. "I can stay. I need to stay. I can't sit around all day and think of Liam. I need to do something."

Harry looked skeptical. "Are you sure? I really, really wish that you would go home." He stood from the ground too.

"I'm sure, Haz. Let's go to break, okay?" Niall grabbed Harry's hand and began pulling him out of the bathroom. That's how he distracted himself for the rest of the day.

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When Niall got back to Harry's house, he was quick to avoid his usual hug with Anne. He told her that he was feeling a bit sick, but in reality, Niall's side hurt so much he ached with every step he took. Anne looked a bit puzzled but she immediately told him to go lay down. She promised to bring him some tea as soon as she finished their supper.

An hour later, Niall had a bowl of homemade soup in front of him and a cup of tea. Harry was somewhere in the kitchen whining and wondering why he wasn't allowed to have any soup. He could hear Anne yelling at him that when he didn't feel well, he would get soup. Harry came stomping back into the living room and sat down beside Niall.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked softly. "Are you alright?"

Niall shrugged and grabbed his bowl from the table. "I guess I'm okay. A little sore, but I've had worse." Harry looked pained.

"Please don't say that. You don't deserve to have had felt worse," Harry spoke softly. He looked down at his hands with the same pained expression. "You deserve so much more than constant pain."

Niall shrugged once more. He looked from his food to Harry, who was still not looking at him. "People don't always get what they deserve, Haz. Life isn't fair."

Harry stood from the couch rather quickly. He looked angry. "God dammit, Niall! I swear to you, I will spend the rest of my life finding ways to make sure you get the happiness you deserve. I don't care if I spend the rest of the year getting beat up. I don't even care if I have to sacrifice my own happiness. You deserve to be happy, Niall, and I'm going to make sure it happens." With that, Harry stomped off upstairs and left Niall sitting in shock.

He ate his soup as quickly as possible so that he could go check on Harry. He nearly choked once, but he was able to eat his hot soup in under ten minutes. Niall stood from the couch quickly and rushed upstairs to Harry's bedroom.

"Haz," Niall whispered as he knocked on the door. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

Niall heard a small whimper as he pushed the door open. Harry was curled up on his bed with his head in his hands. "I'm going to do this, Niall. No matter how much you protest," Harry mumbled. Niall sighed and sat down on the bed beside him.

"I wasn't going to try and stop you, Haz," Niall whispered. "I just wanted to see if you were okay is all."

Harry sniffed again and finally looked up at Niall. "I'm fine. Just upset. Do you know what time the boys are getting back tomorrow?"

"No clue," Niall answered. He picked Harry's phone up off of the bed. "How about I offer you this: we call Louis and you can talk to him for a bit, then we'll go eat some ice cream and come back up and watch a movie. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Harry mumbled. "Can you dial him, though? And put him on speaker phone? You don't have to talk, but I'd still like you to hear."

Niall nodded and picked up Harry's phone so that he could dial the number. Unlike Harry, he didn't have Louis's phone number memorized. He had to search through Harry's numerous contacts to find it. He ended up finding Louis's number under the name boobear.

He dialed the number and set the phone back down on the bed to wait. Louis picked up at the third ring. "Hey, Hazzy," Louis greeted casually. Niall nearly snorted.

Beside him, it seemed as if Harry had turned into a different person. "Hey, boo," Harry greeted right back. "I have a question. What time are you boys getting in tomorrow? Maybe me and Niall can meet you at the airport?"

"I don't think so." Louis sounded mildly upset. "It wouldn't be best, Hazzy. Too many fans. You might end up getting hurt or worse, seen. Management would be livid. They already aren't happy that I broke up with what's-her-face without their permission."

"What if me and Niall blend in with the fans?" Harry asked with a sly grin. He winked at Niall.

Louis hummed into the phone. "That doesn't sound too bad, actually. You could get in the front row, we give you two autographs. That sounds as if it would be very clever, Mr Styles. I like it. I'll tell Liam!" Louis giggled into the phone.

"Hey, Lou?" Harry asked softly. He left the phone on speaker, but he brought it closer to his mouth. "I love you."

Niall could hear Louis's smile. "Hey, Hazzy? I love you too."

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that ending was very cute

i just made bath bombs????

i have school tomorrow :(((

are you guys on spring break yet???

oh, yeah, speaking of spring break!

i'm leaving friday and then i'll be back tuesday, so no updates between those times

yeah

um

comment???

i love you guys!!!!

bai

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22.03.15