Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 39

Harry ~

*two weeks later*

I walked down the aisle slowly. My whole family was around. Everyone looked stunning, but they all had their eyes on me. I smiled and kept walking without my cane. I felt alive and happy, looking at my soon to be husband's back facing me. I finally reached him and tapped him on the shoulder to turn around.

"Niall.."

"Hello, Harry." Noah turns around and grabs me by the shoulders.

I shriek in horror, but it was no use. I looked at my family and friends and all they did was smile at me.

"Stop! Let me go!"

"Think you could get rid of me?" He snarls.

He raises his fist up and swings it toward my face.

I toss and turn, jerking up. What was wrong with my head? Why does it have dreams like that? He's gone. Stop making it seem like he's here. He's gone.

"Harry.." Niall mumbles against the pillow. "You alright?" He rubs his heavy eyes and pats my back as he sits up. My breathing was still heavy, but I soon began to calm down.

"I saw him again. I.." I groan. "It's nothing. Just another nightmare."

"Him? As in Noah? Harry, he's gone. You don't have to worry about him ever again. Ever. And if some magical power brought him back, I would protect you. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course I do, Niall. It's just crazy how real it feels. It's not fair. Seeing him like that. But whatever. Not a big deal." I stand up and grab my cane. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Do you need help?"

"No. I'll be fine. Thanks."

This isn't the first time I've seen Noah again. Every single dream I've had, he hits me. I hate that my past keeps catching up to my present. My future seems bright so far, and I don't need that darkness overpowering it. Good news is, the marks are fading. Just like my actual memories with him.

"Harry?" Niall taps his finger on the door. "Open up, please."

"Yeah?" I swing open the door and see him smiling. My heart throbs and I grin back. His eyes were so incredibly blue. I remember when I first looked into them.. I thought how beautiful they were, but how empty they looked. But now, they were filled with happiness. And it made me melt that I was the reason.

"Can I stay? I hate being alone." He steps in and sits on the toilet seat. "I won't be of a bother."

"You? A bother? When aren't you?" I wink, laughing.

"Oh, shush. You can be a pain, too, Styles."

"Sue me, Horan."

I strip my clothes off and carefully step inside the wet floored area. It always scared me that I might fall. I don't want to get worse than I already am. To be honest, I was way better. But I'm staying cautious.

"What's the date today, Harry?" Niall asks me suddenly.

I hummed quietly, lathering my hair. "Huh? Um.. March third." I rinse off my body and keep the song stuck in my head.

"Perfect," I heard him whisper. "March third. March third. March third," he says in different tones. "I love it."

I wrap the towel around my waist and tighten it. "Why? What's so big about today?"

"Just a perfect day, angel."

Niall is so weird. I won't even ask.

"So, what do you wanna do today? Sky diving? Bungee jumping?" I ask.