⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎grapejuice

a/n : what's your favourite song off Harry's House?

#keepdriving4life

Tw : mention of unaliving attempt, sadness

Unedited.

Harry's pov:

Loud banging on my door startled me from my from my zone.

No. Not again. If those paparazzi think that by breaking into my house they will get a free preview of my new album, they are delusional.

I continue strumming on my guitar, "I was on my to buy some flowers for you, da da da."

My new album, Harry's house was almost fully complete and I was more than excited to reveal it to the world.

It was much more vulnerable than the rest, and feelings of fear and doubt sometimes rush over me as I progressed towards its release

What if this was too personal? Do I really want practically the whole world to listen to my inner most thoughts and emotions. In those moments, I am forever grateful for my boyfriend, Niall, who is my soothing rock.

He is always a hug or a phone call away. He is always there for me.

BANG BANG.

I sighed and reluctantly trudged to the door, I really don't like people prying into my personal space and life, but this could be an important cause.

As soon as I opened the door a body fell into my arms. Who the fu-Niall?

"Niall baby. What are you doing? Did you lose your key?" I muttered confused.

He started to giggle and his head tilted to face me, his eyes were bloodshot, cheeks flushed.

I immediately knew he was piss drunk and worry crawled into my mind. Niall must have had quite a few drinks to get in this state. He was usually quite sober even after several glasses and shots. Something was wrong.

"Harrryyyyy," he drawled out playfully, wobbling slightly.

I wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him and hurried into the kitchen, "Hey darling. Let me get you some water."

He practically dropped onto living room couch and I could feel his eyes bore into my back as I filled a glass of water.

"Nooooooo. I want the water like Ma used to make it!" He whined, but downed the glass anyways.

I cooed at his wide doe eyes and baby-like pout.

No Harry! You need to find out what's wrong, not concentrate on his adorable face!

I settled myself on the couch as well and he crawled into my lap.

"How're you doing, love?" Stroking his hair, I tried a simple way to coax the information I needed.

Suddenly his face darkened and his chin started to wobble. A single tear slipped from his now-glossy eyes and I was immediately alarmed.

Niall was not a mopey, sad, depressed drunk. Never ever. He always carried his peppy, cheerful mood into his alcohol shenanigans.

"Baby. What's wrong?" My voice was laced with worry.

He suddenly glanced around furtively and then whispered into my ear, like in those spy movies.

"Imma tell you something kay?"

I nodded.

"But ya can't tell Haz, Kay?"

I nodded once more but my mind was reeling with a sorts of possibilities.

"I love my daddy so so much."

What? Niall's dad left them when he was just a kid. There was no person who my boyfriend hated more than- Oh.

Oh. I'm the daddy. I'm Niall's daddy.

"Harry?" I questioned.

"Yes siree mister. Hazza is my daddy and I am his little tiny miniture sized itsy bitsy baby boy. Keep up please."

I nodded again, smirking to myself.

"But daddy...daddy doesn't love his baby boy anymore."

I choked on my saliva, coughing roughly into my fist. What. The. Fuck. Who told my baby this?

"He always ignored baby boy. Poor baby boy is so sad. He likes to hide that sad though. Baby boy is good at hiding."

Guilt slammed into me like a freight truck. I was too busy caught up in my album for the past year that I failed to notice Niall was hurting.

"One time baby boy jumped off a bridge and into the wet stuff. Weeeeeeeeee. Splash. Splosh. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

My face drained of all its colour and tears pricked my eyes. Niall tried to...NO!

"Don't cry mister maker. Baby boy was only just all wet and cold after. He wanted to give daddy a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig hug to warm him all the way to his toasties. But daddy was busy with his musical notes and loud sounds. So baby boy leaked all the water under the bridge from his eyes. Baby boy wanted to drown all the baddies in his mind with bitter appley grape juice. Maybe he went a bit too far today."

My mind was frozen. I was so stupid. So blind and dumb. I fucking wanted to stab a knife right through my heart with the amount of pain it was pumping into my body.

Niall nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and closed his eyes.

His last words before he faded into slumber absolutely broke my heart.

"But don't tell daddy please. Daddy will be sad. Daddy has a heart of pureeeee bubble gum ice cream and daddy is super duper extra happy because of musical notes and ooh aaahs. There was one time when baby boy made daddy happy like that."

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't fucking breathe.

Hurriedly I left the room, loud ugly sobs falling out of my mouth, my knees buckled as I escaped to the front lawn. I just waited like that, crying silently into my hands, until the sun rose into the sky, signifying the new day.

A new day.

A new day with new opportunities to fix this.

Because I will fix this. I will do everything in my ability to make sure baby boy knows his daddy loves him and make him feel the love.

I will fix this mess I selfishly pushed my baby in. I swear to god, even if it's the last thing I do.

my space :

can you guess how I was feeling writing this?

I made sure to update for some of those needy people out there.

anyways I hope you guys had a great day and if not...join the fucking club.

all the love,

T xx