hotel room 108 [narry au]

repeating days

the comments guys. WHERE DID THEY GO. i rapid update and all i ask for is comments. come oooon silent readers i wanna remember who you are :(

and, if i do the live-stream of one of the chapters of HR108, what time of day would you guys prefer? i live in new jersey, so my timezone is US eastern.

chapter thirty

N.J.H

"When are we going to Louis'?"

"Five; he wants everyone there at six, but we're going early."

"Why?"

"Because I'm his best friend and it's his birthday."

Harry tugs his ugly sweater over his head and smooths out his hair,

"Listen," he says, cradling my cheek in his hand, "I don't know what's gonna happen tonight, but--"

"Stay safe," I repeat Harry's continuous warnings, "Harry, that was a situation that was dangerous. I don't think it's typical for me to be in any of those."

"I..." he sighs and runs a hand down his face, "I just want you to be safe Niall, I don't know how I'd feel if you were to get hurt."

"Harry..." I tip my chin up and kiss his lips softly, "I'll be alright. Your worrying is only driving you mad. I'm flattered, but please, for your own good..."

"Uh," he says, taking out his phone, "shouldn't we get going? It's 5:15."

"Wait, what?!" I say frantically trying to find my sweatshirt, "I thought it was 4:15!"

"I may need to fix that clock..." Harry mutters, tapping at the wall clock. I roll my eyes and grab his wrist, dragging him out of his house. I had no idea it was so late.

"Come on come on!" I say, pushing him into the driver's seat before I rush over to the passenger side, "God he's gonna kill me!"

"Okay okay babe we're going," Harry revs the engine and we pull out of his driveway quickly, speeding away from the house that is slowly becoming ours.

Last night (or this morning) has Harry on high alert. Though it hasn't been long since I almost got shot at a club in Manhattan, he seems to have gone insane. Constantly checking up on me, tending to the one bruise on my cheek, I mean, I know he's doing it because he cares. Though, at some point, enough is enough.

"Harry?"

"Niall?"

"I need you to stop fawning over me so much; I'm okay. You can't seem to understand that."

"I'm sorry," he says again, "I just want--"

"Not again," I stop him, "you said that five minutes ago."

"Only because it's true!" Harry protests, "God Niall do you know what I would do if I lost you?"

"What Harry?" I challenge.

"Nothing. You're my everything." His voice falters as the words leave his lips and a bit of guilt begins to sink in.

"How can I be your everything in a matter of three months?"

"Who's idea was it to put a time limit of feelings?" he asks, "Why do I need to choose a doable time to tell you that I love you?"

"Because it seems rushed if you just come out with it!"

Silence unfolds.

"You know," Harry says after awhile, "it seems like every day is the same."

"How?" I ask him, already tired of the relentless arguing.