⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎ ccwdh - session 1

a/n : OMG SHE'S BAAACCKK

I'm watching the brits rn for harry and i decided to update while these other bitches are talking lol

omg side note : HARRY WON ALBUM OF THE YEAR I LOVE HIMMM

it's sesssiooon twoooo

love yall :)

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Harry's pov ~

My hands hesitated mid-reach for the doorknob.

Why was I even doing this?

Why was I even here?

Because you love him.

In one swift motion I clutched onto the knob and twisted, pushing my way inside of the room.

This was it.

When Ashton called me a few days ago to suggest an appointment, I was livid.

How dare he.

Problems and fights were a package deal for all relationships.

It was normal.

How dare Niall discuss all of our - my - issues to one of our friends.

How dare he paint the picture of me as a heartless villain.

He thought he could victimise himself by simply fleeing to Ashton, running away from me - the apparent big bad wolf of this story.

Of course everyone would sympathise with him.

He's cute - adorably cute. Cuter than a puppy curled up by the fire. Cuter than the dimples in a baby's smile.

This was only a downhill battle for me.

I could've cancelled this appointment. I could've not attended at all and left him waiting.

Hell, it probably would've been a wise decision due to the truckloads of work waiting back home, at the office.

But no, I came. I showed up.

I showed up, despite the splitting headache in my head or the throbbing of my heart.

Because I loved him.

I loved him so much it physically ached my chest. I would rip my limbs off one by one if it meant he would remain unscathed.

But I hurt him.

I hurt him so much. Too much.

So, maybe that villain he pictured me as...maybe that monster of a human wasn't built on a lie.

I slumped in an empty plastic seat and massaged my temples discreetly.

The workload at the office had almost quadrupled in amount. A promotion was good, great even.

But, fuck, the shit ton of sleepless nights, cramped appendages and paralysing stress had me second-guessing my choice to accept the position.

There's no going back now.

The burdens twisted in my lungs escaped with a hitched breath as a small figure entered the office.

He wrung his fingers together nervously as a couple emerged from behind him.

I didn't care about them, only him.

My eyes were trained on him, his pale, hollow face, vacant eyes and tousled hair.

My gaze clung to him as he shuffled towards the receptionist, stumbling slightly over nothing.

He looked... extremely sick.

But god, still he was the most beautiful being I ever laid my eyes on.

Finally, I managed to tear myself away from my husband and scrutinise the couple that trailed behind him.

It was Ashton, and he was...pregnant?

When did that happen?

And it seemed like he had been carrying for over 6 months due to the large bump pertruding from under his shirt.

His hand was firmly planted on Niall's shoulder as if to ground him in some way.

Behind him was a taller man with curls of blonde hair limply dangling just above shoulder-length.

Glittery eyeshadow was smeared on his eyelids and his nails almost radiated a deep electric azure.

He kept glancing at Ashton nervously before curling an arm around the shorter man's waist - bump - and drawing him closer to his hip.

Only then he let a sigh of relief, kissing the shorter man's forehead affectionately.

I noticed the way his thumb would subconsciously rub in circular motions around Ashton's stomach and it instantly clicked.

THIS was Luke. Or Dr Hemmings as I soon will be calling him.

This was the man who would supposedly salvage and patch up the relationship I have my husband.
I averted my eyes from the couple as I felt another gaze burning into my back.

Instantly blue met green.

Tension sizzled between us, paired with desperation.

Desperation to fix whatever hell of a mess we were in.

I opened my mouth to beckon to him, but as quickly as our eyes met, his flickered away.

Disappointment bubbled in my chest, but I suppressed it, flattening out my expression until it was a neutral, blank face.

You neglected him. You shouldn't expect a smile.

This is what you deserve.

The silent treatment.

"Mr Styles and Mr Horan? Dr Hemmings is ready to see you," the receptionist called out in a voice strained with a boredom and fake enthusiasm.

I looked up in time to see Luke kneeling down and pressing a kiss to Ashton's stomach before rising and planting another one to his husband's cheek.

Niall fumbled behind them, his eyes slightly honeyed by affection yet tormented by sadness as he gazed at the two.

He wanted that.

All he wanted was I loving relationship.

With flowers. And candles. And hugs. And kisses.

And love.

What's the pointing of feeling the love if I couldn't express it to the person I cherish most?

Why couldn't I do that?

Because I was a selfish, scared bastard.

"Mr Styles? Would you like to join us?"

I snapped out of my daze and realised that Luke had fastened a badge that read DR LUKE R HEMMINGS on his shirt.

He already had a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and in the other he cradled my husband's fragile fingers comfortingly, leading him towards his office.

A pit of jealously deepened in my stomach but quickly filled with...surprise?

Luke's eyes held warmth and kindness.

No disgust. No rage. No pity. No wariness.

Immediately my shoulders relaxed slightly, at least our therapist wasn't biased.

He didn't favour Niall over me. Or me over Niall.

I stood up confidently, willing my knees to stop rattling with nervousness.

You're doing this for Niall.

With that, I strode into the office where and sat on a grey plush couch, throwing one of my legs over my knee.

Niall then shuffled in, giving me a shy smile before sitting next to me.

And when I say next to me, I mean like all the way on the the other side of the couch, body literally pressing into the armrest.

Next to me, nonetheless.

Pillows were scattered between us like a barrier that separated our bodies and souls.

My hand fisting the material of my pants until my knuckle were stark white. I felt like ripping them to shreds and pulling my husband onto my lap.

A bitter laugh rose up my throat, but I forcefully swallowed it and gazed around the area.

It was nothing special. Photos and certificates were hung up on the neutral wall.

A desk was huddled in the corner of the room and an armchair stood opposite our couch, a glass coffee table filling the gap between the two.

Dr Hemmings sighed contentedly as he took a sip of his coffee and sank into the armchair in front of us.

He slapped a notebook onto his thigh and started flicking through the pages.

Niall jumped at the noise of contact and all I wanted to do was reach out and caress his arm with my thumb.

I cleared my throat and Dr Hemmings eyes snapped up, "So...Dr Hemmings-"

"Please Mr Styles, call me Luke."

"Then please Luke, call me Harry."

We both smiled at eachother, his one being much wider and brighter.

"Okay Harry. I guess introductions have already been addressed, so let's get into it," His smile travelled to Niall, who offered a small one in return.

"So, from what I understand, the two of you are going through a rough patch?" Luke took a quick sip his coffee before staring at us meaningfully.

"Yes-"

"No."

My head snapped to Niall at that single word, a bewildered expression on my face.

What?

He glanced at me with regret before addressing Luke with a small voice, "It's me. I'm the problem. You need to fix me before I fuck everything up. Harry's just here to see that I am trying for us."

My heart dropped into a fire of fierceness in my stomach.

How could he think that? He was not the problem. If anything it was me.

Did I really fuck him up that badly?

My eye twitched as I struggled to compose myself.

Luke's eyes narrowed for a split second before he start, in a soft voice,"Niall, I can't come to a conclusion because I don't know the full story. But speaking from experience, most of the time it is not just one person's fault. Making a relationship takes two, BREAKING a relationship takes two and fixing a relationship takes two."

How was this guy so deep?

"Just by you and Harry sitting here shows me that you both really adore eachother and are willing to build back what you had. That's all I need." He reached over and placed a hand on both our knees, before leaning back again.

A moment of thoughtful silence filled the empty slot of time before Niall finally half-heartedly nodded.

Luke and I exchanged a glance.

He didn't believe it.

Before I could mull over the topic, Luke steered the conversation into a lighter territory.

"Let's start with something simple," he clicked his pen for dramatic effect," Name three people in your life that you love the most."

My eyes widened as panic rose in my chest.

Niall. Obviously.

But should I say Niall? Would that fuck things up? Would it show that I have no life outside my husband?

But if I don't say Niall it'll be like I don't care about him. That I don't love him.

But I do.

So fucking much.

Niall fidgeted nervously, anxiety etched on his face.

Luke then jotted something down before tapping his pen on his chin thoughtfully, "Okay. How about I start? I'll give you guys two important people to me and then we can work from there."

We both nodded. A suspecting smile creeped its way onto Niall's face.

Luke pulled out his phone and the started scrolling.

A spark lit in his cerulean eyes and they danced with mirth as he searched through the screen.

Finally he looked up, adoration clearly laughing through his face.

He turned the phone towards us, and I blinked, adjusting to the brightness of the device.

Lo and behold, a giggling drenched Ashton with a surfboard stuck to his hip popped up on the screen.

How surprising.

I stared intently at the picture and nostalgia fizzled through me like a warm drink of hot chocolate.

It reminded me of the time, Niall and I went to Bondi beach in Australia for a vacation and we both went surfing on the beautiful blue waves.

I remember the fuzzy feeling I got when I saw Niall squeal in excitement as he finally caught a wave, wet shirt clinging to his abs, droplets of water dripping down his quiff.

He was so fucking hot that day.

I could barely restrain myself.

"I think you know him, " Luke stated, humour lacing his voice, "This is Ashton, my husband. He's the love of my life so saying that he is the most important person to me is the biggest fucking understatement of the year."

My lips twitched upwards as Luke sweared.

He didn't really come across as that sort of person.

But then again, loving a man kind of does make you wanna go ape shit on all your morals anyway.

Trust me. I would know.

In a flash, Luke switched the screen to a black and white grainy photo that had the likes of an ultrasound.

His eyes shone with pride and unrequited love, it was impossible not to grin along with him.

A new depth of colour rushed to his face as he practically radiated excitement,"And this, is my son. Our little miracle."

Niall let out a contented sigh at Luke's words and gave him a warm yet still small smile, "Only a couple of weeks of freedom left, Lucas."

Luke scowled playfully and tiredly sighed too, "I know. The only thing I've been doing for the last few weeks is panicking and stressing. It's like if my husband isn't in my arms he's in danger. It's a ridiculous but I'm sure you can relate, especially Harry."

Our therapist gave us a subtle smirk and it was my turn to join the orchestra of sighs.

A puff of nostalgia left my breath as I gazed at Niall longingly, my arms twitched with desire to wrap around him, "Believe me, I sure do."

Niall's cheeks burned scarlet as he caught my gaze.

We stared at eachother for what seemed eternity until he spoke, eyes still locked with mine, "Harry's the most important person to me. He always has been. Even when we were kids and were just best friends."

His voice was quiet and slightly trembled with emotion. My heart clenched at the words because they were so similar to my own thoughts.

"No human could ever compete with the love I have for Niall. I've loved him ever since we met in primary school. When he was still...straight," I mused wistfully before clearing my throat, "So yeah, I guess. Niall's the most important person to me."

A knowing smile spread across Luke's face as he scribbled down on his book, "So I think we've established that you both care very deeply for one another?"

Fuck yeah.

We both hesitantly nodded.

I would rip my heart out of my chest for Niall. 'Caring deeply' didn't even cover half my love for him.

Luke clasped his hands together in approval while panning his gaze across the two of us, "Okay then. We can start, would you guys like to tell me what's been happening?"

Silence.

What was I supposed to say?

I've been a shit husband and don't deserve his love?

"I've been a shit husband and don't deserve an ounce of his love."

My head snapped towards Niall in shock, nails digging into my palms and rage suffocating my chest.

What did he say?

"What?" my voice was hoarse.

"I'm so sorry Harry. You've been working your ass off most of the day and have to come home to my nagging idiocy." He meekly stared down at his lap, "I should've been able to communicate with you, without becoming this thorn in your side. I'm so so fucking sorry."

My ear pulsed as a burning dose of blood rushed up to my head. My hand carded through my unruly hair in frustration as guilt chewed on my conscience.

"No. Niall...fuck no...you aren't-, "I cut myself off, my tongue numb, words stumbling over eachother, "Please, baby...you don't..."

I couldn't speak. I couldn't think.

Is this what he really thought? That he was the one at fault? That I was a perfect angel?

That I was the victim in this story.

Tears stung my eyes and I glanced away from the two, trying to conceal my vulnerability.

"Oh god, now I'm making you cry. I'm such a horrible husband, I can't even make you happy for onc-" Niall's rambled was cut off by a hand on his thigh.

Luke's hand on his thigh.

Oh, but how I wished that it was my hand that caressed him. That soothed him.

Luke looked deep in though, casually scrawling notes on his book before he deeply stared at my husband, eyes saddened.

"Niall, I know you won't believe me, but communication is only key when two people work in understanding," He squeezed Niall's thigh comfortingly before returning his hand back to his lap, "If communication is the issue, then it's much of Harry's fault as it is yours."

Niall remained silent.

"He's right, " My quiet voice subtly shook, "I've been too absorbed at worked. Too overcome by stress to treat you properly. I brush you aside every morning and snap at you every night. All you've been trying to do is be a good- no, perfect - husband."

Niall's eyes glided to my face as disbelief coated his features.

I felt like slamming my head into the wall.

He still didn't get it.

He still thought it was his fault.

Luke tipped his coffee cup back, savouring the last dregs of his beverage before he set it down on the table with a thud.

"I think that we've got a lot to unpack and work with, lads. For now I want to set you guys some homework if that's okay?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

We nodded dumbly.

I was reluctant. Homework was for school children. I was a grown man.

I think?  

Luke chuckled at the question mark plastered on my face, "Don't worry, it's nothing too big, I just want you spend a night together, watching a movie or doing something authentic without any influence from reality," he glanced at Niall and me before snapping his book shut,"Sounds good?"

Another set of nodding.

With one final sigh he rose, urging us to follow his action,"Looks lads. I'm not trying to give you false hope or anything, but it's clear that you guys love eachother very much and I think that you guys have a very high chance of fixing things."

A flame of hope burned anew in my soul and I couldn't help but smile warmly at the two of them.

Even if that chance was almost nonexistent I would've taken it and clung onto it with all my being.

We had a chance.

A silent prayer left my lips as we stepped out of his office.

"Wanna ride home with me, baby?" I offered, adoration simmering in my eyes.

Niall simply nodded, a slight smile on his face.

I'd fix this.

We'd be okay. I'm sure of it.

We'll keep going to these session and I'll pay much more attention to him and everything will work out.

I would make it work out.

Me and Niall would be alright.

my space : 

there you go lovelies. 

how do you feel about harry now that you see everything from his pov?

i literally finished writing this last night lol.

hope yall liked ;)

ALSO HARRY KISSED LEWIS AT THE BRITS AND NIALL HAS KISSED LEWIS BEFORE...

...SO THIS MEANS HARRY'S BASICALLY KISSED NIALL.

omg i sound ridiculous its so funny though. 

that's my conspiracy lol

all the love, 

tal xx