TW: abuse, sexual activity without consent (not meaning sex!)
As soon as Nick entered the house Harry could smell the strong scent of expensive alcohol. That was the fifth time Nick came home drunk this week.
Harry quickly glanced at his alarm clock. It was 4:06. He had waited four hours for Nick to come home.
Pulling the warm bedsheet covers off himself, he made his way into the hallway to help his boyfriend.
Nick stood in the hallway struggling to get off his left shoe. When he saw Harry he started to slur commands.
"Hey! Help me get my clothes off. Quick! It's not like you're good for other stuff than following my words."
Harry stood in shock. Sure, Nick wasn't the best boyfriend but he had never said anything like that ever before.
A hard slap on his left cheek shook him out of his trance.
"Help me now will you?" Nick stared at him angrily.
Harry quickly nodded and obeyed.
After he had taken off Nick's shoes and coat, Nick stumbled to the kitchen. A little scared but still shocked Harry followed behind.
A shattering of glass made him speed up his steps.
Glass shatters were right next to a really angry-looking Nick.
"What happened Nicki?" Harry asked concerned that Nick might be hurt.
"It's your fault bitch! You should've helped me!"
"W-what?" Harry stammered, shocked that his lovely boyfriend would say such words.
"I said it's your fault you man-whore! Clean up right now and then get me a drink!!
"But you already had-"
"I said clean and make me a drink! Can't you do anything right?!"
Harry turned around to get the brush and shovel but-
"Where do you think you're going, huh?! Get back here and clean up the mess you caused!"
"But I didn't- I just wanted to-"
"I SAID CLEAN UP YOU LAZY BITCH!"
"Without the stuff? With my bare hands?" Harry asked in a small voice.
"YES FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Nick growled.
Harry went quiet and kneeled down to pick up the glass. It cut his fingertips and little pieces of it got stuck in his skin. Every little now and then he would let out of soft whimper if it cut deeper.
"SPEED IT UP A LITTLE, WILL YOU?! I WANT MY FUCKING DRINK!"
"But I'm bleeding Nicki. It hurts me..."
"Aww...SO WHAT DO I CARE?! GET ME MY DRINK!"
Harry hurriedly picked up the last pieces, washed the blood off his hands, and got Nick a new glass of beer.
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Hugs Of Perfection-Narry
FanfictionHarry just got out of an abusive relationship. His friend and bandmate Niall tries to save him by showing him the sweet sides of life. Will Niall be able to save Harry? Is there more than friendship between them?
