Beginning Of Forever (Sequel to JLMKY)

Chapter 12 - Have I told you lately?

{A/N A little mature}

Harry's POV

I could hear muffled yells from the front room and frowned. As I got closer I made out what exactly was being argued about.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me! Or even your mum! How could you even think of doing that!?"

"Yeah, like you can say that to me! The girl who didn't even try and contact me for five fucking years!"

"What do you know! You didn't talk to your dad for five years then you just show up because he's dying!? and then you fucking didn't tell your mum you have a child!? What kind of a son are you!?" Oh no, she did not just say that, that was way out of line. I stormed into the room to see Amy glaring at Niall harshly while Niall's eyes filled with tears. Her expression instantly softened after the words she just said ran through her head. "Niall I'm.." Niall ran up the stairs and I heard the slam of a door.

"Great. Good job Amy".

"Like you can talk. He only hasn't been talking to his mum because of you". She muttered. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Seriously? You think that's why?"

"Well, because of your child then"

"You have no idea".

"About what Harry? Please explain".

"Niall is no where near over the fact that his dad died. You think he doesn't feel guilty? You think he's not actually going mental? He's gotten to a stage where he himself thought he should see a psychologist. Everyday we would fight about the most stupid things, he would cry himself to sleep every single night! You really think we didn't contact anyone because of a child?"

"Anyone?"

"We didn't have any contact with any one until Louis found us". She just stared at me blankly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to go and make sure my husband isn't harming himself right now". I turned to walk away but was caught by my wrist.

"Tell Niall I'm sorry". I nodded and walked up the stairs, searching every room but finding nothing. He's no where to be seen. I even checked the bathroom. Wait, I have not checked my room yet.

"Nialler? Babe? Where are you?" I went to my room and saw him, sitting on the floor, facing to the blank wall, tears streaming down his face with his hair in his hands. I sat beside him. "Nia-"

"She's right". He breathed. I frowned at him.

"What?"

"I'm a terrible son". I just looked at him blankly. "I miss him Haz, I miss him so much". He started to sob and I pulled him into my chest. He clenched my t shirt in his hand as my t shirt got soaked.

"Shhh". I whispered as I rubbed his back soothingly. "I know".

"Daddy? What is wrong?" I looked up to see Darcy frowning. She kneeled down on her knees and put her hand on Niall's shoulder. "It is okay". I smiled to Darcy. Niall breathed out a small laugh and I pulled Darcy to my lap. We hugged for a little bit until Niall stopped crying, his stomach grumbling. "Daddy's tummy is asking for food!" Darcy yelled excited. Niall and I both started laughing and we got up, taking Darcy down to the kitchen.

"Very good Darcy, is your tummy asking you for food?" She nodded.

"Yes!" I smiled.

"What are you cooking babe?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around his perfect waist, resting my chin on his shoulder.