Hugs Of Perfection-Narry

Deal

I went to the kitchen to put the soup in two bowls which was a struggle with my bandages. When I went to the living room I forgot about the soup quickly. Niall was stirring under his blanket, his temperature was a little high but he had stopped sweating.

"Hey Niall" I said softly, trying not to scare him.

Niall sat up abruptly, or more like he tried because I pushed him back carefully. "Stay down, please. It's too exhausting for your body right now."

"H-harry?" He mumbled, voice quiet.

"Yeah, hey Niall" I answered quietly.

"W-what happened? The interview! We'll miss it, we have to go!"

"Niall-"

"No, come on! We'll be late!" Niall tried to get up again.

"Niall! Niall hey!" I pushed him down a little harsher as I started to notice him slipping away. I didn't want him to get hurt.

Niall froze on the spot and looked at me with wide eyes. Immediately regretting my recent actions I pulled my hands back, noticing how they hurt a little.

"I'm so sorry Niall. I should- I shouldn't- I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry."

"N-no, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. I-I was just worried about the hate..." Niall whispered.

"The hate?"

Sure we all got hate, some more than others. But Niall? What could you hate him for? There was no reason to hate him so I was just utterly confused. Then it clicked; the hate, the not eating, the passing out, the urge to get to the interview, it all made sense.

"Oh, Niall" That's all I got out. Then I did what I always do when I don't know how to cheer up a sad person, I hugged Niall. I hugged him tight. In a matter of seconds, he hugged me back. It was a good hug, I think he needed it.

Niall's POV

I could smell Harry's perfume and I could feel how stiffened his hands were because of the bandages. He held me tight, I held him as tight as my exhausted body could. It was a good hug, I think he needed it. All of a sudden I could feel my body growing weak.

"H-harry?"

He immediately let go to read my expression, him looking worried.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" Harry asked, regret on his face.

"No, no. NO" I had to make it clear. I wanted Harry to feel safe about being with me. I remember feeling him flinch slightly in my hug when he got home. I felt comfortable around him, I wanted to make sure that he knew that.

"Okay, well you should eat something. I made soup and we'll have some cornbread with it, alright?" Harry suggested.

Panic rushed through me, the past days couldn't be for nothing. People wouldn't call me names if I'd lose weight. Eating now would destroy everything.

"Can you even eat with those bandages?" I tried to push the spotlight off me.

"Well...err. I forgot about that" Harry looked at the ground awkwardly.

"I-I could help you...if you want" I offered, happy that I got out of the spotlight but sorry for putting Harry on the spot.

"Yeah?" He asked unsurely.

"Yeah" I answered, a little smile made its way on my face.

Pushing myself up I noticed something.

"Where's Louis? I thought he stayed here with you to help you out."