To Begin Again (narry)

niall, why did you leave?

"Please stop lookin' at me like that." Niall looks down at his hands, feeling quite vulnerable.

"Looking at you like what?" Aaron's smile only widens at Niall's blush.

"Like you're in love with me," He's been very open and honest with Aaron. He told him he's not interested in being in a relationship after he tried making a move on him. "It makes me uncomfortable."

"It makes you uncomfortable that I'm in love with you?" He chuckles softly, lifting up a magazine from the coffee table to cover his face. "There."

Niall looks over at him and lets out a laugh. "Idiot." He glances at the clock, watching time pass by.

"It's tomorrow, isn't it?" Aaron asks, placing the magazine down on his lap.

"Yeah," He chews on the inside of his cheek. "It is."

Aaron scoots closer to him gently wrapping his arm around him and pulling him close. "It's going to be okay, maybe not now but it will be eventually. I promise."

"I should probably start gettin' ready for work." He stands up abruptly. "Don't wanna be late." Niall works at a pub as a bartender, which it's also a bakery during the day so he also helps out with the till, it's a cute little Irish place. At first he was put off by the whole bakery slash pub, but now he thinks it's a brilliant idea.

"I might stop by for lunch." He calls after him, laughing at Niall's whines.

"You're our worst customer." He stomps away, clearly joking. He shuts his bedroom door and sighs, he misses London. Misses his friends. The only people he's in contact with is Ellie and his family. He made them promise not to tell anyone he's in California with Aaron.

Niall does regret leaving without telling anyone. At the time it seemed like the right thing to do, now not so much. He's grateful Aaron is kind enough to let him stay with him. He's saving up to find his own flat. He thought about going back to London plenty of times but then he remembers why he left.

He thinks a lot about Harry, although he tries his best not to. It's hard when Harry keeps calling and sending texts asking if he's okay and that he really wants to speak to him. Aaron told him to block his number but Niall doesn't have the heart to do that, he just lets the calls go to voicemail and the texts, he can't bring himself to read them. There's been quite a few times he thought about sending him a text message, to let him know he's okay. He never does.

..........................

"How are you feeling?"

Harry sits there looking out the window at the rain hitting against the glass, a sigh slipping from his lips. "I'm fine." He tells his sister.

"You don't seem fine," Gemma stands by the door, furrowing her eyebrows. "In fact, you don't seem to be happy at all."

"I'm-"

"Leave your brother alone, he's nervous about tomorrow." Anne interferes, going over to her son to pull him in for a hug. "It's going to be okay, love."

"He doesn't seem nervous, he seems sad." She has been worried about him, he's been very quiet for a while now. It reminds her how he acted after the accident.

"Gem," Anne gives her a look, she didn't want them to argue. "Ignore her, hun." She lightly pats Harry's back.

Harry pulls away from his mother to once again look out the window, at the people making sure his garden was ready for tomorrow.

"It's looking beautiful, isn't it? All the pretty flowers and lights, looks magical." She smiles softly, glancing between her son and the back garden.

"It's perfect." He says with a sigh, feeling nauseous at the thought about tomorrow. "But it's raining."