One Direction One Shots

Guilt

Niall bumps into Harry and causes him to fall and hit his arm on the table. It leaves a fine bruise but nothing big. Niall still feels super bad about this and is really sad the whole day. Harry doesn't notice but the boys do.

NIALL POV:
I wake up to someone tapping me on the shoulder.

"Mmm, what time is it?" I say, without opening my eyes.

"Time to wake up," I recognize the voice as Harry's.

I sit up and open my eyes.

"Ok," I say.

"We have to leave for practice in about a half hour, ok?"

"Yea."

The sun shines through the curtains.

"Harry can-can you close the curtains please? It's bright."

"Sure."

He closes them and then goes... somewhere.

I open my eyes all the way now and change into some comfortable clothes.

After about ten minutes, I'm in the kitchen, ready to go.

I check the time.

I still have fifteen minutes to kill.

"I'm bored," I say, not really knowing if anyone is listening.

"Well then, do something," Louis says.

I laugh.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, scroll through your Twitter or something."

"Ok," I say, knowing it won't be too long before I'm bored again, but going to get my phone anyways.

I stand up but then collide with something.

"Argh!" Harry says, bumping into the table I was just sitting at.

"Oh my god, Harry I-"

"Time to go!" Liam shouts out.

I want to say more to Harry, but wait until we get into the car.

Paul drives, Louis calls passenger, and Harry sits in the middle between Liam and I.

"Niall, don't mention it, I'm fine."

"But I-"

I'm about to say something else when Paul starts talking about our schedule.

By the time he's done, we've already arrived at the stage.

"I still need to apologize to Harry," I think.

Again, I get cut off.

"Hello! Nice to see you boys. The-"

I stop listening, after realizing it's just a tour.

I follow the others, but I can't get the guilt for bumping into Harry out of my head.

We start practice right away.

It goes pretty well, at least, no one gets yelled at.

When practice ends, I finally get the chance to apologize to Harry, until...

"Finally! I've needed the loo since we started!"

The others all laugh at him.

When he leaves, I hear the others mumbling to each other.

Then, Liam starts talking to me.

"Niall, are you alright today? You've been acting weird since the mornin'."

I freeze.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just-just wanted to-to uh tell Harry something, but I keep getting interrupted I guess," I laugh.

"Well, ok. Tell us if something's troubling you, alright?"

"Yea, thanks."

He nods.

We drive back to the house to change for our next interview.

When I've changed into a suit given to me, Harry comes over.

"Hey Ni, the boys said you had something to tell me?"

"I- uh, yea, yea, I-I just wanted to say that I-I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"F-for what?"

I get confused.

"For b-bumping into you onto the table in the kitchen."

He laughs.

"Really!? That's what you wanted to tell me so badly. Niall, it's fine, it was an accident, it happens."

"But-but it left a little bruise on your arm."

"Look, I'm fine, you can forget this, ok?"

I nod.

"Thanks Harry."

"Don't mention it."

He gives me one of his smiles and walks away.

I did not realize how bad this prompt was until I started writing LOL.

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