(Niall's pov)
I wake up to Harry fast asleep beside me. I don't want to wake him. But I really have to use the restroom and he's laying on my arm. I decide to try to slowly wiggle free of his grip. But I end up waking him anyway.
"Ni..."
"Yes?"
"You're great."
"Thanks. I try. I have to pee. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay, I'll be here," he says, laying back down.
I get up and walk to the bathroom down the hall. I try to be as quiet as possible so I won't wake anyone in the house. I can't help but think about how great Harry has been to me since I got here. He's really been an absolute blessing. As I slip back into the bedroom, I see Harry smiling up at me with that cheeky grin of his.
"Hey, Ni," he grins.
"What do you want, Harry?" I question.
"Nothing. You're just cute."
"Um, thanks."
I can't help wonder what he did that he's hiding from me. He doesn't act like this with me. He's Harry Styles, for crying out loud. I am bound determined to figure out what he's hiding that I shouldn't know. Whether it be that he's cheating on me or he severely hurt someone, I need to know what's going on with him and why he's acting strange.
"Niall," Harry grunts.
"Oh my gosh! Harold! What do you want this time?"
"I love you, Ni!" He screams.
"And I love you. But what do you want? You're acting strange today."
He looks down with sad puppy eyes. Every single bad thing that he could have possibly done to hurt me rushes through my mind. He means the world to me and I don't know what I would do if he left me.
"Ni.... I.... I never told you my past, did I? I never told you why I am the way I am."
"No. You didn't. What happened?"
"My aunt.... She was the one I stayed with every summer from the ages of two to nine," he begins. "Well, her husband watched me while she was at work. There were days where she didn't get home from work until after ten at night. I was always in bed before then. Well, um," he hesitates.
"What happened, Harry? You can tell me. I've told you everything."
"Okay," he begins again. "Well, he would.... Physically abuse me. He would never leave marks where my aunt could see them and he was always the one that bathed me, so she saw no marks. Well, one day, it got so bad.... He came home drunk and he was so angry. I didn't know what happened. I was nine at the time the really bad episode happened. He ended up hitting me so hard across the head. I thought I might pass out. Luckily, my aunt checked up on us just in time. After that, I stopped going. I was terrified of him hurting me again. I told my mother happened and she said that even if I wanted to, I wasn't allowed to go back. My aunt could come here without him if she wanted to spend time with me. He ended up abusing her for four years after."
"Harry... I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think it was important. I'm more worried about you and your safety."
"But, what about your safety?"
"My safety? Oh, well that doesn't matter. That's not significant."
I can't help but wonder why he's acting this way. Why is he just now telling me about this? Why didn't he tell me when I finally opened up and told him my whole life story? I never thought he'd hide something like that from me for this long. I mean, I did tell him about being molested for so long. After everything he put me through, I actually trusted him. There's no reason for him to believe that he can't trust me. I've given him nothing but the love and trust he deserves.
"Harry," I begin. "Why didn't you trust me before now with that? I told you about getting molested, even after everything you and Stephen and the others put me through. You know I care and love you very much."
"It's not that I don't trust you, Niall. That's not it at all. I just don't want you to have to deal with any of my stress. You don't need any more drama added into your life."
"You're not putting drama in my life. If anything, you're the least dramatic thing in my life."
"I know. I just don't want that to change."
"Harry, it won't. I can promise you that much. You'll always be the best thing in my life. I'm so glad you came into my life when you did."
(Harry's POV)
I feel bad for keeping part of my past from Niall for so long. But, I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. Honestly, I just don't want him to feel like he has to worry about me. I love him more than anything in this world and the last thing I want to do is give him added stress.
-a couple hours later-
"Niall," I mumble, snuggling into his shoulder. "I love you so much."
"I know. I love you more."
I snuggle farther into his shoulder and can't help but start crying. Everything that's been going on lately is just way too much for me to handle.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I'm just really stressed. I don't know how much more I can take."
"Well, what's stressing you out? You can talk to me if you want."
"Everything. I'll be fine though."
"Tell me. I'm here to listen."
We sit there for hours on end, just talking about the stress in our lives. I guess Stephen has been giving both of us problems. I really don't know why he has to be like this. It really hurts knowing that Niall and I have to put up with this on a daily basis. Not only that, but it has been getting progressively worse now that we've came out as a couple. I can't even begin to imagine how bad it's going to be.
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Author's note
Sorry this took so long to write. I've had so much writer's block lately. On top of that, I've had a bunch of school work to turn in.
