DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 20// Touch me

WARNING: This is pretty short, and I'm sorry okay

'Niall, pass me the salt, please.'

Niall passed his so called boyfriend the salt, and he did so wordlessly. He then continued eating as if nothing had happened and is if he were there alone, which he was, in some ways.

Niall and Harry hadn't spoken a word since the night of their date, and now, two days later, they were still trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Trying. But failing miserably.

They couldn't go back to who they had been before, because things had changed. And they were acting like they were alright, but Niall hadn't touched Harry, and hadn't spoken to him.

Harry had only said things like, 'I'm going to take a shower', and 'Pass me the milk', but neither of them had spoken about their date, and neither of them wanted to be the first to bring it up.

Because even if this silence they were stuck in was unbearable, it was still better than accepting the truth, and accepting that they had a problem.

Maybe they were thinking that if you ignored something long enough, it would stop existing.

So they ignored the problem.

And unfortunately, in the process, they ignored one another.

Harry finished his meal the way he had always done it these past few days: soon and without a word. He got up, placed his plate in the sink. Usually, he would now go to the bedroom and lie in bed all day, just staring at the ceiling.

Niall really wanted to know what was going through Harry's mind.

But then again, he didn't. Because he wasn't sure he could handle the truth.

'I'm going out today,' Harry said, and Niall was stunned. Harry hadn't left the apartment since. What the fuck was he planning to do?

But before Niall could ask, Harry had put on a jacket and called out, 'Don't wait up!', slamming the door behind him.

And Niall was sat in their empty flat, alone, trying to settle down in the silence and find comfort in the whispers of the walls.

He couldn't.

His lover didn't love him. Harry was going to leave him. He was sure of it.

And so Niall placed his head in his hands, and cried his heart out.

--

Six hours later, it had become dark and Niall had moved to his bed, not even bothering to place the dishes in the sink or take a shower or something. He had just surrounded himself by his cover, a little bit like a human burrito. And he had cried and cried and cried.

Because he didn't want Harry to leave him. He wanted to feel loved. Niall couldn't be alone. He just couldn't.

He heard the door unlock, and he didn't even bother calling out a 'Hi' or another sort of greeting. He didn't even acknowledge Harry. He didn't move an inch, to be honest.

Harry was humming a little, and he was obviously in a great mood.

Someone has made him happy, Niall thought. And it didn't even hurt that Harry was humming while he was crying. It hurt that he couldn't be the one to make Harry happy anymore.

'Niall!' Harry called out.

'Niall?'

Niall couldn't find it in himself to answer, but hearing Harry's voice, happy and clear, he couldn't help but let out a heart wrenching sob.