Married to Styles (Sequel to Working for Styles)

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Niall

"Please," Harry couldn't say anything and it tore me apart watching him try to form words.

"Harry," I sighed.

"You can't leave me again, no. No I won't survive it." His cries made tears form in my eyes as he choked through sobs.

I moved towards him, placing my hands on his cheeks as I tried to sooth him.

"No, no Harry I'm not leaving you."

"You are." He couldn't even look at me. His cheeks were stained, eyes closed tight and his lip curled in that way when you try not to cry but you can't help it.

"No. I could never leave you. Harry I love you."

"Don't go."

"We just can't live together anymore, baby." I couldn't risk anything else with Harry. I can be in love with him from afar can't I? We can still be engaged, we can love each other secretly and ... I mean ... No we can't. Harry and I are too attached to be apart. But we have to. Chris can ruin both our lives and I just can't risk it anymore.

My mum was right, you can't put a disguise on love and I was tired of sneaking around in that damn costume anyways.

"Why?" He asked me.

"I don't want to risk anything anymore. We have to do this for our relationship."

"No, we don't."

"Harry,"

"Niall I love you. I didn't mean any of it. If it's because I called you all those names I-I didn't... I didn't-" he couldn't finish his sentence. I felt myself tear up, but I was stronger than that.

"It's not because of that, Harry."

"Is it because Chris wants me back? Niall you know me good enough to know I won't ever go for that douche bag."

"I know, I know." I felt terrible, how could I leave again? We'd still be together, just not living together. We love each other... And a stupid piece of paper means nothing. It's just paper, paper doesn't control our lives. We do!

I control my life and I won't let a fucking piece of paper ruin it!

Before I got too angry I walked away from Harry and began to pack my bags again.

"I didn't love him." Harry whispered by the door.

"What?" I turned around to ask.

"I said, I didn't love him. Chris, I didn't love him."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say... Did he think I thought he loved him or something? I know he doesn't, it didn't, or what ever, he loves me.

"You should know. You should know everything! God Niall you broke down so many of my fucking walls and, and..." He couldn't finish that sentence again.

"Harry you need to calm down."

"How will I ever survive?" He asked through tears. I let out a sigh before kissing his stained cheek, holding him in my arms now.

"We both will make it, Harry. I will find a way to make this work."

We stood there for maybe ten minutes at the least just holding each other. Occasionally I would hear Harry let out soft sobs onto my shoulder which made me hold him tighter, my face buried in his neck.

"I love you," He finally spoke up. I looked at him, giving him a small smile as I wiped away tears.

"I love you so much, Ni." He said again. I kissed the tip of his nose, pressing our foreheads together while I told him how much I loved him, too.