euphoric (n.s. AU)

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*Niall's POV*

When Sean entered our bedroom, his very wide smile faded. His usual scowl returned, making my blood run cold. He studied how Harry sat on the bed and how I stood right next to him, before grabbing me by my arm and pulling me towards him to collide with his much larger frame. I winced and hid my face in Sean's side, wishing that I could just disappear.

"Who the fuck is this?" He says, asking me instead of Harry. I flinch at his raised voice and let out a shaking breath.

"I'm Harry." He introduces himself, standing up and straightening his shirt. Sean eyes him up and down before holding me closer to him.

"I don't care. Why the fuck are you in my house?" Sean growls, and Harry's taken aback by his rude, unprofessional introduction. I figured they might not get along.

"You see, it seems that Niall is continuously tardy and its becoming a problem." He states. I scoff under my breath; Sean already knows this, he's the reason for it. He rolls his eyes and gives Harry a bored stare before pushing me behind him and stepping closer to Harry.

"That still doesn't explain why you're in my house with my boyfriend." He says through gritted teeth. I slowly follow behind him, setting my hands on his shoulders to ensure him that I am certainly okay.

"Sean, we didn't-"

"Shut the fuck up Niall." He says, putting his hand up, signaling me to stop talking. Tears pool in my eyes and I blink rapidly in a desperate attempt to rid them. He turns his attention back to Harry and steps closer, to where they are arms length away from each other. Sean's back hides most of the interaction, and I step to the side to get a better look. Harry seems so calm and collected, something I strive to be. There isn't a shred of doubt or weariness in his voice, and I find myself thanking a higher power that he is here right now. 

"Get out." He says simply. Harry looks beyond offended, glancing at me every once a while to try to figure out my current emotion. He looks Sean straight in the eye and correcting his crooked posture.

"Sean, is it? Look, I'm not, interested in whatever you think I'm trying to do. I only communicate with Niall if it corresponds with work." He tries to explain, but Sean waves his arms, cutting him off. I let out a shaky breath, widening my eyes at Harry subtly. Sean does not like backtalk, and I know that this won't end well.

"Get the fuck out of my house before I have to do something I probably won't regret." He threatens and Harry raises his eyebrows.

"Do it. I'll just have to tell the police." He says, picking at his nails. I bite my lip anxiously, swallowing thickly while I clench my fists tight.

"Oh yeah? Then when I get out of jail, I'll beat your ass again." He says, smirking. I groan covering my face. This wont end well for either of them if I let this continue. Just as I'm about to speak up, Harry says the worst thing he could have replied with. My jaw drops.

"Oh, trust me. You wont get out if I happen to tell them what you do to Niall." He smirks and Sean's eyes widen. He slowly turns around to look at me as if asking that I really told him, and I bite my lip trembling under his hard gaze. He slowly turns back to Harry and he has a gorgeous smirk on his face.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Anything this little bitch told you is a complete lie." Sean says confidently, gesturing to me cowering behind his back. I am no stranger to the name calling, but I still wince every single time. Harry steps uncomfortably closer to Sean, their eyes never leaving each other.

"Oh, really? So all of the bruises, cuts, and scratches Niall shows up with daily just appear out of thin air then?" Harry asks, his voice never once faltering. I look at Sean's face, which is twisted with animosity; his normally blue eyes dark and angry, like I've seen many times before. 

"What's your endgame here, Harry? You think you're just gonna come into Niall's life, be his knight and shining armor, and carry him off into the sunset? Like he's some princess locked away in a tower? Niall can leave any time he wants." He says, before turning to me. "If you want to leave, be my fucking guest." Looking into Sean's eyes, I can tell he feels defeated. He's let his guard down a bit, and there's nothing in his eyes for me but complete disgust at this moment. I watch as he steps away from Harry, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him. I let out a sigh of relief; but my heart still aches regardless. Sean is all I've known for a long time, and it hurts so much to watch him walk away, even though I know it's for the better. I wait until I hear the front door opening and slamming before I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Harry, why did you tell him that?" I say, breaking the silence. Tears reappear in my eyes at the thought of what will happen when Sean returns. Harry strides over to me and wraps his arms around my smaller frame and rests his head on mine, sighing.

"I had to show him who's boss..." He mumbles into my hair. I sigh before wrapping my arms around his neck to embrace him back. My heart fluttered when the skin of his neck met my arms. Harry's remark lightened the mood instantly, no matter how stupid he sounded.

"What about when he comes back?" I whimper. He sighs before stepping back from the hug, his hands still placed on my shoulders.

"Guess we'll have to get you out of here then?" He suggests. My face lights up at the thought of leaving.

"I can go to a hotel or..?" I ask. He shakes his head, smoothing my dyed hair out of my face. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my face being caressed by Harry's large hands.

"No, you can stay with my friend. Its less expensive and I'm sure he won't mind." He tells me and my eyes shoot open.

"No, I'm not good with new people." I whine before capturing myself in Harry's arms once again. He seems startled and uncomfortable but nonetheless goes along with it, tracing my back with his fingertips.

"I can come too, if that would make you feel better?" He mentions and my heart beats out of my chest at the thought of being in his presence for more than a few hours. I nod and he smiles down at me, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Let me call him and let him know we're coming. Go get whatever you need to take with you until we figure something else out." He instructs and I nod before prancing around my shared; or used to be shared room, with Sean.

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