DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 14// Excuse me

And he waited. And waited. And waited.

But Harry never came.

Niall didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. Harry was going to come back. Niall was sure of it.

But at 4 a.m., Niall was still alone, on the floor, and he just wanted to keep waiting for Harry to come home. But he couldn't.

So he fell asleep, on the floor, his hands around his knees, hugging himself for a little comfort, which Harry couldn't give him, his cheeks stained from tears, his eyes swollen.

And it was that way Harry found him six hours later.

Because Harry, the smartass, had gone to a pub, hoping that alcohol could make him forget. But the more he drank, the more Niall's face came up in front of him, crying, screaming, and it broke his heart every single time. So he kept drinking, but nothing happened.

After the tenth glass, the bartender told him he should just stop and go home already.

Harry, stubborn as always, had told him to mind his own business and go fuck himself.

The bartender, not really looking forward to having the drunk curly haired guy throw up on his bar stools, tried to convince him, telling him there was probably someone waiting for him to come home.

So there it was again. Niall's blonde hair, messy because of tugging at the roots. His blue eyes, bloodshot from crying. His beautiful pale skin, red and puffy from tears.

And it was all his fault. That was the only reason why Harry hobbled out of the pub, and threw up on the street, tears in his eyes as he thought about what he had said to Niall.

'And they're right, aren't they? I'm not good enough for you. Isn't that what you think too?'

His own face, drawn together in agony. Niall face, the tears.

His voice, screaming and pure hate. And Niall's voice, pleading him to stay.

He hadn't stayed.

Niall had asked him one thing. Just one thing. Not leave him alone.

And Harry had left him alone.

He was a shit boyfriend after all.

So Harry had walked home, only falling over about four times, trying to walk up the stairs of their apartment building. He had opened the door, and Niall had just been there.

Lying on the floor. Asleep.

Harry was now stood next to Niall's still body, watching him.

How could someone be so beautiful?

His face was red and his hair was sticking everywhere, but he still looked like heaven on earth.

And Harry had caused his tears. Harry had fucking caused his tears.

If he had thought that seeing Niall crying in his head was heartbreaking, then he couldn't tell you what seeing Niall cry in real life was like.

It was like daggers in your heart, like a piano falling on your chest.

Especially knowing that you made him cry.

Harry knew that he was supposed to wake Niall up, to tell him he was sorry and he loved him.

But he couldn't. He didn't have the heart for it.

So he picked Niall up softly, careful not to wake him up, and placed him in his bed, tucking him in and placing a tender kiss on his forehead.