To Begin Again (narry)

don't be ridiculous

Niall stood there stunned when Harry drops his cellphone on the floor and in a blink of an eye he is already out of the kitchen mumbling incoherent words. "Harry?" He quickly snaps out of it, he picks up the mobile and sees the screen has cracked. He rushes to follow Harry but stops when he realizes Harry had locked himself in his office. He tries to get him to open the door but nothing seems to convince the lad to open up. Niall stands there staring at the wooden door for what feels like an eternity, when eventually the door is being opened. "Haz-"

Harry slams Niall against the wall, lips smashing against Niall's soft ones. His large hands cupping Niall's cheeks as he tries to deepen the kiss.

"Pl-please..." Niall could smell and taste the whiskey, Harry is drunk. "Haz-" His words get muffled by Harry's drunken kisses.

"Quit talking." He mumbles against Niall's lips, pushing his hips into the Irish's. His hands slide down his neck to his shoulders and around his back. "So fucking good."

"Stop," He turns his head to avoid his addicting lips. He feels Harry's hot mouth trail down his neck, biting and sucking love marks on his skin and although it feels amazing, it's all wrong. "Harry, please stop." He says louder and that does it, Harry is pulling away with wide eyes.

"I'm— fuck!" Harry yells out of frustration, tugging at his curls. "I'm sorry, Niall, so sorry." He stumbles back and away from Niall, he bumps into the wall and nearly trips over his feet as he tries to get away from the smaller lad.

"No, wait." Niall rushes to be by his side, he wraps his arm around his waist and helps him up the stairs. "Tell me what's wrong, Haz." He says softly, seeing the tears rolling down his face. It breaks his heart to see Harry so upset.

"I'm tired." He reaches out to open his bedroom door, feeling himself fall forward.

"Jesus," He catches Harry before he could slam into the door. "How much did ya drink?"

"I'm tired." Harry says again, stepping into his room with Niall's help.

"Petal, please talk to me." Niall doesn't let go of him until he's sure he's safely in bed. "Who called you?"

Harry lays on his back, glaring up at the ceiling, feeling nothing but anger. "Months have passed, nearly a year. I was finally accepting it, I was finally moving on from it all and— I'm so angry." He shuts his eyes when he feels Niall's hand going through his hair, calming him down immediately. "Andrew remembered, Niall."

Niall was shocked to say the least, he tries to put on a smile but it felt wrong so he doesn't. "That's good, innit?" He bites down on his lower lip, stopping it from trembling.

He opens his eyes and looks up at Niall, he sees the sadness in them. He reaches up to cup Niall's cheek. "I don't even know any more," He sighs. "But what I do know is, I like you. That's why I'm angry."

"You're angry because you like me?" He asks unable to hide the hurt in his voice.

"No, of course not." Harry slides his hand off of Niall to sit up. "I'm angry because of the timing, why now? Why remember now?"

"Isn't that what you wanted though? For him to remember you?" Niall can't deny he's heartbroken, knowing he has once again lost when it came to love.

"Yeah, yeah I did." He frowns because Niall is right, this is what he wanted. "It's not fair to you-"

"Don't worry about me, H. I— want you to be happy and I know he'll make you the happiest." Niall flicks his gaze over at the door, wondering if he should leave.

Harry wraps his hand around Niall's wrist pulling him down until he's sat on the bed. "How can I not worry about you? I care a lot about you and want you to be okay." He brushes his thumb over Niall's pulse on his wrist. "You make me happy too, Niall."