Hostage »narry«

Chapter 10

Niall pov

I feel absolute shit. I can hear Harry sniffling in the opposite corner and I know that I'm the reason behind his tears.

I regret what I said. I didn't mean it. I know it wasn't his fault. That there was nothing he could have done. I was just upset about....about Josh.

He was a father. He will never see Ashley again, he will never meet his child, see it turn one, or get it's first boyfriend/girlfriend or even graduate. He will never see it grow up.

It's still hard for me to register.

People say you don't know what you have until its gone.

That's complete bullshit. I knew what I had. I had a best friend, a second brother, a partner in crime. And now that he's gone, I feel empty. But I cant take it out on Harry, or I'll loose him too.

I silently stand up and walk over to the trembling heap that is Harry.

I place my hand on his shoulder and I feel him jump under my touch.

"Please Niall. I'm so sorry. I wish it were me too." He says quietly and my heart physically hurts.

I lower myself next to him and say, "I don't wish it were you Harry. I'm sorry I said that. I was just upset and I didn't know who to take it out on. It wasn't your fault, it was neither of our faults." For a moment he wont look up and make eye contact but after a while his face lifts.

His eyes are red and puffy and guilt fills my heart thinking that I was the cause of those tears. Of his pain. Without thinking, I wrap my skinny arms around him and bury my face into his matted curls. At first he tenses but then I feel his body relax and he returns the hug. I cant help it, I cry. I thought I would have cried myself dry by now but I guess not. I still have Harry. I'll never get Josh back, but at least I have Harry. At least I'm not alone.

I feel Harry's shoulders shake and soon enough, we're both a sobbing mess and we sit like that until our legs start to cramp.

*~*~*~*

I'm staring up at the dank ceiling while running my hand through Harry's dirty hair. His arm across my waist and his head on my shoulder and his long bony fingers tracing patterns in my chest. We have both gotten considerably skinnier since we were brought here.

Harry's breathing is matched with mine and my body feels calm but my mind is a busy mess.

If they killed Josh then it's only a matter of time till they kill us too. We need to get out of here or else we'll both die, and no one will know what happened to us.

"Harry." I almost whisper.

"Hmm."

"We need to get outta here. They'll kill us too."

I hear his breath hitch and his fingers stop their movement. "But how?"

"I'm not sure yet, but we've got to find a way soon."

His fingers continue and he nods in agreement saying "I know."