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Chapter 10

As you know, this chapter is about Niall's past. It will be like a story that Niall is narrating to Harry, so don't get confused. Enjoy :)

Niall's POV:

"I really don't want to talk about this, but I think you deserve to know, Harry. It all started when I was five. I used to see my mother crying when I came home from school. I used to ask her why, but she never told me. I did my best to comfort her that time.", I started, keeping up the emotionless cover.

"My elder brother didn't care about what was happening. Then one Sunday, I was fixing a puzzle, when I heard my father shouting in the bedroom. It feels as though it was just yesterday he was shouting at her. I can still hear it clearly." I took a long breath.

"It went on like this for three years, I was just in third grade, Harry, when my mother ran way from the house with all the money. I still remember that day clearly, it was going on so normal.. And after a few months, Greg, my elder brother left too. He lived in his friend's house. He escaped and left me alone." I said, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. But they never came out, I hated people seeing me cry.

"After some days, my father started drinking and doing drugs. I had to clean up the house, his mess, do the laundry and cook food. Even after I did so much for him, he always came home drunk and told me everyday how worthless I am. Heck, he used to beat me sometimes, break glasses and one day, he just took it to another level." A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I spoke, which I wiped away quickly.

"One day he came home really drunk, and he smelled of weed. He shouted at me for no reason while walking towards the kitchen. I could only hear a low hum. I thought he had passed out, but he hadn't. The words he shouted at me that day are still vivid in my mind. 'You were the reason she left! Pathetic waste of space! You're the reason why Susan left me! You'll pay for this, young boy.' He had shouted. He had a metal spoon in his hand and I didn't know he had heated it. He burned my skin that day, and all I could do was wait for it to stop." It was hard to breathe now, and I chocked on my own breath.

"That's when I made up my mind and collected money to leave. To run away forever. And on my eighteenth birthday, I packed my things and left. After a year of living like a gypsy, I met you. I did some jobs earned money, enough to get me into a college and here I am." I said, finishing. This talk exhausted me, and all I wanted to do was cry and cry until I disappear in my own tears.

"Niall, I- I didn't know- oh my god, I'm sorry, Niall! Why didn't you tell me before? My Nialler." He whispered, and hugged me. I was grateful that I had him as a friend. He just hugged me and rocked me back and worth, and he whispered a few words to me and I was full-on sobbing.

"It's okay to cry, Niall."

I lost it. All the years of being under a shell came crashing down, all the time spent with my father, all the remorse. I couldn't stop crying, tears were pouring out of my eyes. I was pretty sure my eyes were read by now. Harry just kept muttering some comfort spells. I probably had stained his short with tears.

After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, I sat up straight and wiped my face.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you or stain your tshirt. I can wash that for you if you want." I said.

"No, Niall. What are you saying? I'm glad that you opened up to me. I hate myself for not knowing you were so sad and I should be the one to be sorry. I had not given you attention, I'm really sorry for that. Forgive me, Niall." He said, his eyes sad.

"It's okay, Harry."

"Okay, enough of this drama, don't be upsetti when you can eat spaghetti!" Harry said in an Italian accent, which made me laugh. So the rest of the afternoon was spent making spaghetti and dirtying half of the kitchen.

The result was edible, very good actually. And then, we just watched the Rush Hour series. It took my mind off things, but I remembered that I had to go to Ireland in six days.

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I know, I know. This a super short chapter, but as I told you, I wanted it to be centred on Niall's past. There is definitely more but you have to wait ;)

Sorry for any grammatical or spelling error, I'm a human so I make mistakes too.

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