Niall Centric One-Shots

Jealous

A.N.: I actually received a prompt without having to publish a prompt page! (I'm gasping in the background.)

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you're not busy, could you write a prompt based off of the song 'Jealous' by Labrinth and could you make it Narry. Please. Also I love all your works because I don't know they're just amazing!!! Lots of love to you!! - lolr20

I literally panicked over this prompt because I was worried that I'd disappoint you. (I still am.) It's super short, and I'm just sorry in general.

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Over the span of their relationship, Harry's learned that Niall's not good at finishing things in eleven minutes. He's not good at sitting still for eleven minutes, he can't finish a marathon in eleven minutes, he can't stop talking for eleven minutes.

But, Niall could do something in eleven minutes.

Niall could shatter Harry's heart in eleven minutes. Eleven mere minutes. Seconds enveloped in an apology - a crude apology that meant splitting in half. Ten minutes ago, they were one. Nine minutes ago, they were together. Five minutes ago, they were in love. But the past is the past, and the present is now, and Harry wishes to go back to yesterday.

Yesterday when Harry loved Niall and Niall loved Harry; not the one-sided today. Harry desperately wants to go back to the loved yesterday.

Niall looks like he's sad, sad for Harry, but not sad for the relationship he's destroying. Tears are gathered in his eyes, but he's not impacted; he wasn't emotionally invested like Harry was. His eyes glisten, his fingers knead together, but he doesn't cry. He doesn't weep over the memories that will soon fade to grey. He's fine, he just pities Harry.

"I really am sorry, Harry. I'm so-"

Harry flinches and looks up at Niall, "There's nothing to forgive."

Niall bites his lip, and the tears cascade down his cheeks. His tears roll into his nose and down to his lips; Harry has always thought he cried like a girl. But he is a beautiful crier. The sun reflected in the broken fragments in his tears; eyelashes highlighted like constellations over a fanned out sky, and cheeks illuminated in the wet tracks.

Harry had wished Niall everything lovely in the world, happiness and prosper. Love and warm smiles. Golden sunsets and chilled rain on Winter mornings.

"There's nothing you can forgive." Harry stands with a bitter, tainted tongue. He hears Niall break, the quiet whimper of sorrow, but he remains steady. His shoulders are squared despite the tears spiraling into his neck, and he steps out of the cafe and into the crowded street without hesitation.

He wishes nothing for Niall now, nothing but heartbreak and sorrow and misery.

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It's a Thursday, the longest day that Harry hates. Thursday's are sedated and grey - melancholic. Tonight, Harry meets with his heart that's heavy with sighs.

Rain cascades down his windows, the drops gathering at his windowsill before overflowing and spilling over; it's a cycle. A torturous cycle. Harry thinks of Niall, thinks of him until it hurts, and he collapses. But the darkness reminds him of Niall, reminds him of the dark blue of his eyes and the dark brown of his roots. Niall was dark, but his insides shimmered with light.

He'll find himself thinking of Niall again - how Niall was beautiful; how Niall was like the rain.

Harry is jealous of the rain.