⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎ i want to break free

a/n : Niall and Amelia are together in this one, but don't worry its not platonic narry.

Of course platonic narry is quite cute too, so if you do want to see that comment below.

okay but also...NIALL AT HARRY'S CONCERT. FUCK MEEEEE!UIHKJEHCKJEHRFJK

Nialls pov :

"Mels, look how fucking big this crowd is!" I tugged on my girlfriend's dress excitedly as we sat down in our seats.

Yes seats, not stage. I was not at Wembley Stadium to perform, but merely to cheer on, support and sing along.

Amelia pinched my cheeks in adoration and cooed, "You are so cute when you are excited"

I pouted and puffed out my chest, "I'm not cute. I'm manly and sexy and handsome and hot!"

She just rolled her eyes and laced her hands in mine, "Like I said, so cute!"

I turned to face her and our eyes locked. She was so beautiful. The only other person who has ever made me feel like this was...well...my ex.

We both started to lean in for a kiss but startled back as a yell pierced our ears.

"NIALLER! LONG TIME NO SEE!" Gemma called out from the steps of the stadium, hurrying towards us.

"Gems!" I opened my arms wide, and she sprung into them, "How's life girl?"

We slowly separated and she started rambling on about her new podcasts and her boyfriend.

I chuckled and stole a glance at Amelia who was smiling softly at the girl.

I wanted to kiss her then and there.

She was the absolute sweetest person I knew and enjoyed the simplicities if life.

She never got angry if I hugged or talked to another woman or man.

"It's because I trust you, my love," she had told me one day after I had asked about her easygoingness, "I trust you with my life, and most definitely with my heart. I will never hold that against you."

My heart fluttered thinking about that moment.

Of course, she did know about the past. And how after the incident, I decided to make trust the top priority in all my relationships.

"And who is this lovely maiden, Nialler?" Gemma wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I barked out a laugh and drew Amelia close to me proudly, "This divine princess is my girlfriend, Amelia."

Mels chuckled and as Gemma went in for a handshake, my girlfriend engulfed her in a hug.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Amelia!"

Immediately, Gem wrapped her arms around Amelia's frame and smiled, "I'm Gemma and the pleasure is all mine."

As they parted Gemma winked at me, "She's a fucking keeper. I love her already!"

I just enveloped my arms around my blushing girlfriend,, "And she is mine."

Suddenly Gemma's eyes went serious, "Now Amelia, darling, I trust that you will look after my little Irish princess and never ever break his heart. ever."

I shot the girl a glare as her voice leaked an underlying tone of venom to its sweetness.

But my heart warmed up at the thought of Gemma playing a big sister role towards me. She was always there to defend me.

Even against her own brother. Especially against her own brother.

Amelia just laughed it off lightly before straightening up like a soldier and saluting, "Yes m'am!"

Gemma smiled at us and turned away mumbling something about the 'sweet girl.'

I grinned widely at my girlfriend, "How the fuck are you so perfect?"

She shrugged, amused, and our eyes locked once more.

Fuck.

We both started to lean in for a kiss before it was stolen away by another interruption.

"NIALL, SON, IS THAT YOU!?" a hoarse voice bellowed.

My eyes immediately lit up and I spun around, "Des?"

The man stood inches away from me with a toothy smile and crinkled eyes.

"That's right, son, how're you doing?" He heartily slapped me on the back and I cheekily grinned at him.

"Alright mate, you?"

"Oh you know, as great as you can be for an old mutt, eh?"

I chuckled at him.

His self-depricating jokes used to get me all flustered up. I was always so nervous on whether to agree or disagree, I would always nervously laughed them off.

However, as we became more acquainted, I got quite used to his dark humour and almost always played along.

"Actually, son, just a few days ago I came across this photo," he pulled out his phone and tapped into his camera.

Immediately, a picture of Harry and me popped up.

If it wasn't Des I was talking to, I would've been fucking creeped out.

He turns the screen towards me and I scrutinise it, my heart panging with sorrowful nostalgia.

I had my arms and legs wrapped around his torso like a koala and he gazed at me with loving eyes, pressing a kiss to my cheek. His long hair flopped slightly on my face and his usual guarded look was gone.

We were so in love.

But he had no trust.

I cleared my throat, sadness nibbling at my mind, "Good times, eh?"

He nodded, smiling proudly, totally oblivious to my state.

Amelia planted a kiss on my neck and I could feel her eyes as they bore into my back with sympathy.

Suddenly Gemma sprung out of no where, quickly apologised and dragged the old man away.

"Bye son, see you later!" He called out.

I chuckled bitterly and I made out Gemma profusely scolding her father.

Amelia lay a hand on my arm as we sat down again, "You okay, love?"

"Yeah. Just a little caught up in the past," I muttered sadly.

Suddenly, rainbow lights started flashing all over the place and soft music increasingly became louder.

Deafening screams shook the stadium and I glance at Amelia, eyes shining again.

God, I love concerts, especially Harry's ones. They were so colourful and free.

Amelia squeezed my hand, a broad smile plastered on her face, "Ready?"

I nodded, excitedly.

"S'cuse me, green tea, music for a sushi restaurant."

The shrieks got louder as Harry emerged from a screen of purple smoke.

He looked extremely handsome in red heart overalls over a white a t-shirt.

"I love his outfit," Amelia whispered into my ear with passion.

I rolled my eyes, amused. Yes, my girlfriend was in the fashion industry, and always had a keen eye for beautiful, bold patterns and fabrics.

I pressed a kiss to her own ear before whispering, "Me too."

We stood up, clapping and singing along to a couple of songs. I had managed to quickly buy a beer before the show and it sloshed in my hand as I slowly sipped it.

"Can I have a taste?" Amelia stared at me innocently.

"Oh shit Mels. I just finished it, darling!" I muttered disappointingly, waving the empty jug in her face.

"That's alright," she smirked, grabbing my facing smashing her lips into mine.

"You cheeky girl!" I mumbled against the kiss, hungrily devouring for more.

"This beer tastes ravishing," she teased, "or maybe it's just your lips?"

I moaned against the kiss, before the person next to me cleared his throat.

We both parted reluctantly, panting for breath. I shot a glare to the man on the seat next to me but he just pointed towards the stage.

I snapped my head in that direction and immediately flushed.

Shit.

Harry's piercing stare burned right into me.

He must've caught us kissing. I could see how hard he was trying to mask his jealousy, but I could always read him like a book.

Amelia squeezed my cheeks once more, giggling," You are so fricking cute when you get all embarrassed."

I puffed out a breath and nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck.

Stealing another glance at stage I could see Harry still staring.

Our eyes locked.

He immediately flushed and pranced away, continuing the lyrics to 'Golden'.

He was so cute.

I felt my heart swell with pride as he danced around the stage waving a rainbow flag behind him, like a bride's train.

He was so...free.

Little did he know, that for him to be free, I had to be trapped in a cage.

I smiled as he interacted with audience, cracking jokes and laughing with his fans. It was like he was a different person on stage.

My eye tore away from him as a sweaty body crashed into me, knocking me to he ground.

Amelia immediately rushed to help me up, but it had already started.

The girl muttered an apology before dancing back to her friends.

My throat felt dry and constricted and I latched onto Amelia's hand for dear life.

She sat me down on my seat and started checking over my body, "Niall, darling, did you take your medication?"

Fuck, I forgot.

Cursing, I looked up at her with scared eyes.

The edges of my vision started to darken as my chest started to squeeze and dizziness washed over me.

Amelia grabbed my face with her hands and stared into my heavy eyes fiercely, "Come on baby, don't pass out on me."

Sure. I wanted to say.

But bright white light consumed my vision and I felt like my body was suspended in mid air, floating.

I know people would be horrified to hear this, but in this state of dormiveglia I was the most at peace I had ever been...

...and then the loud voice interrupted me once again. Just great.

"Niall. Baby. Wake up, love," the sweet voice of my girlfriend echoed into my mind.

My eyes fluttered open immediately, eager to see her beautiful face.

And God did not disappoint.

Amelia's face was inches away from mine and she planted a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Hey Mels," I grabbed her hand, kissing it, "Where am I?"

The place looked different, with a large wall mirror and bright colours everywhere.

"Backstage, hon," she smiled at me, "So good to see you awake!"

I opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of loud, fast-paced footsteps.

Suddenly, the door bursted open and a frantic Harry rushed into the room, puffing for breath.

"GOD, IS HE OKAY?!" Harry blurted, a stand of hair flopping over his eyes.

Fuck, I just want to strangle myself with that piece of his hair and choke on it.

Bad boy Niall. Playtime's over. Put the dirty thoughts away.

Immediately, Harry's wild eyes lock with mine and he sighs with relief, "God bab-Nialler, we see each other after many long months and the first thing you do is give me a heart attack while I'm trying to entertain millions of people."

I wobbled to my feel, Amelia immediately grabbing my arms for support and walk over to him.

We give each other a 'bro hug' and I laugh out loud, "You know me Harry, the drama queen, always looking out to stir some havoc around the peaceful aisles of Wembley.'

He lets out a hearty laugh before opening his mouth to say something.

Of course, Amelia cuts him off with a,"Havoc that could have been easily avoided if you just took the god damn pills dumbass."

Fuck.

"What pills?" Harry stares at me worriedly, "Is he okay?"

I shoot Amelia a warning glare, which Harry seems to catch but my girlfriend remains totally oblivious.

"His anxiety and depression pills. And he would be okay if he just took them!" She glances at me disappointedly.

Harry looks as if I just told him I had cancer or something and he stutters out, "W-hat? When?"

I literally pierce Amelia with the deadliest stare, more blatant than me dressing up as a red flag and shouting," SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" on the top of my lungs.

She gives me a sweet smile before continuing, "I'm pretty sure it was a few days after he broke up with YOU."

Stupid girl.

It was at these moments that I really wanted to smack some sense into her.

But I knew that she was driven by worry and all her intentions were sweet and not ill intended.

All the colour drained out of Harry's face and his lips parted in a strangled gasp. He laid a shaky hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off.

"Great! Thanks Amelia for sharing my whole life story with us, why don't you go tell a few more strangers." I roll my eyes sarcastically and heave her up to her feet.

She gasps, as if realising what she just did and I cast her a forgiving look.

Harry flinched back as if wounded, "I-i'm not a stranger Niall. You have known me for more than 12 years."

I just sigh and face him once more, spiritually thanking Amelia as she leaves the room to give us space.

Time to put into words all the thoughts and emotions of the last 7 years.

"Look mate-"

He physically winced as if he had been friend-zoned. Oh wait.

"-you and I have such a loving, long history together, it would be foolish of me to even TRY and deny any feelings I have for you."

He smiles, "I feel exactly the same way, love."

I frown, raising a finger, " But the way you treated me at the start of the hiatus was...almost unforgivable. You became so possessive and dark that I used to have such tormenting nightmares of you."

Tears had pooled in his eyes and started to spill over his cheeks,"I was a monster, I know ."

"You were...and it was the last straw when you accused me about cheating on you Shawn. He is such a sweet chap and didn't deserve that beating you gave him." I use the sleeve of my shirt to wipe my tears away.

He just let his waterworks flow free.

I guess that was what he really was now : free.

"You trapped me Harry, and I know how you were trapped in your own stress for a long time, but when you screamed those two words, you caged me in my sorrows for life."

He stared at me in a trance and whispered, Go die."

Those were the words. Those fucking words ruined my whole life. Yet they were so light and easy on his lips.

"Now, I can't even enjoy myself and my life without having to take those stupid pills!"

Immediately Harry lets out a heart-wrenching sob and captures me in a tight hug.

I felt my own tears leak from my eyes and drop onto his a concert costume. My shoulder also seemed to be getting soaked from his tears.

"I'm so sorry Niall! I ruined your life! I fucked everything up!" He silently cried into my neck.

He sort of had to bend down slightly due to our height difference. I found it quite endearing.

"Don't blame yourself, Haz," I pushed him back and caressed his face gently, "I forgave you a long time ago. I only wanted you to realise the devastating impact you left on me."

He sniffled and swiped at his eyes, "It was my fault Niall! How can I not blame myself! Why did you even forgive me?"

"Harold, I forgave you because I love you," I smile sadly at him, "But that doesn't mean I'm willing to give US a go anymore."

He casts his gaze down.

"I'm happy with Amelia, she treats a me right."

His shoulders drop and I could feel jealousy radiate off him.

He really needed to work on that.

"I will always have a small piece of you in my heart. But I'm making room for new lovers and friends. Things won't always be the same, Harry."

He wraps his arms around my waste and I flushed,"Niall Horan, I would be honoured to call you a friend."

I smile, "Then you shall."

He returns it with a grin and leans down to kiss my cheek.

I don't miss that hungry glint in his eyes.

He wants to be more.

And maybe I do too.

my space :

okay, here's the thing : i really think that amelia x niall is cute. not as cute as narry, but they sort of fit. of course the image they display for the public is extremely adorable but we cannot fully assume anything.

i really hope harry finds someone like that too. male or female idc, i want him to be happy. i didn't really like holivia and i kind of feel guilty about it because as a harrie i'm supposed to support him. but i think i'm allowed that opinion. 

now with the holivia break-up rumours, just as the movie premiered, it sort of supports that they were pr but...yk can't assume.

all the love,

T xx