1D bromance one shots!

You make me strong-narry

I'm back! I'm a sucky author. A Month and a half without updating. I've been busy with junior year and all. But I'm back. Okay, so I thought of this narry from Strong in way. I had fun writing this one. It's a bit sad, and very angsty and has a lot of Harry being unintentionally romantic and Niall being insecure. I have nothing against Louis or Briana. They're just needed for Harry's backstory. Louis is my baby so I'm not happy to write about him like this, but oh well...Enjoy and you may need tissues because Harry's backstory is pretty sad. Louis is not in the band. It's just Liam, Harry, and Niall in this. Enjoy though
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Niall sat with Harry backstage, his head in his lap as Harry carded his fingers through Niall's hair. Harry had started noticing the deep frown on Niall's face, but pushed it off as stress about the upcoming show. But Niall's frown kept getting deeper and deeper, and Harry needed to stop it.
"Ni, babe, what's wrong?"
Niall closed his eyes.
"I don't understand it..."
Harry stared at him confused.
"What?"
"Why you're with me. I don't deserve someone as amazing as you. You're like this supernova and I'm just this dark star that blocks your brilliance (TMI anyone? Sort of...). I'm not good enough for you but I just can't seem to let you go because I'm terrified you'll find someone better than me. But I feel like if I left, maybe you'd find your matching supernova and you'd be brilliant together." Niall trailed off as he close his eyes again, terrified of hearing Harry agree with him. His eyes blinked open when Harry sighed.
"Niall... You don't get it. You don't see it, but you're a supernova too. At least to me. I probably wouldn't be here without you. You saw me last year, and you knew what I was like. I really didn't see the point in wanting to go on, in wanting try. I was just faking my way through life, putting on a smile and showing everyone I was so "happy" to be alive. But I wasn't. And I knew it. And I was beaten and bruised inside and out. Then you tried to help me and I realised that maybe there was something to live for. Even with the band, I just didn't see the need to. And then you come in, and you were like the sun and the stars to me. You were my sky above my head, the ground holding me up, and it wasn't just because you were so beautiful. I started feeling the need to live again, after everything that happened those past years, because you were my bright light in the darkness."
Niall frowned again.
"What did that bastard do to you, that made you so sad? That's not normal, Haz."
Harry sighed.
"I know it's not normal. Our relationship was never normal. In the beginning it was, but it wasn't after that."
Niall sat up.
"Haz, you don't have to talk to me about him. I don't care."
"No. No I do. It's been sitting there so long and you've told me about all your issues, but I never spoke about him. You knew I was dating Louis and how he was terrible to me, but I never told you the actual reason we broke up."
"I understood why, Harry. Louis did a terrible thing. Many terrible things, actually. He was a bastard to you and someone who didn't deserve to ever be with you."
Harry smiled sadly.
"Niall, I know you're trying to protect me. But maybe it's time to talk. I've kept it bottled in for so long."
"Harry, whatever you want, I'm fine with. Just do what you can. It'll be okay."
Harry sighed.
"We met when I was sixteen, like I told you and Liam. He went to one of my band's concerts and we instantly clicked. He was so funny, and smart, and cute, an I just couldn't stop thinking about him. He was three years older than me, and I knew he'd never like me. But later that month, he came backstage and he admitted he liked me back, and he asked me on a shitty date to this shitty little restaurant in Holmes Chapel that had the shittiest food in history. It was cheap, and tacky, but I seriously didn't care because it was with him. He was so sweet, walking me home and kissed me on the cheek."
Harry took a deep breath.
"It was okay at first. He was sweet, my family loved him. They were a little worried about the three year age gap, but he said it was okay and they believed him. I believed him. My family adored him. He took me on dates and treated me like a king, and it was nice. Then we started talking about x-factor. He knew I wanted to be a singer, he sang too. He told me to go for it, even though he wanted to as well. And I won, got put in the band with you and Liam, and I was so happy and started crying, wanting to express how much I loved him. But management was already saying I needed to hide it. And he said to do it."
Niall made a noise like a gasp.
"He said to hide your relationship?"
"Yeah. We both knew the band wouldn't get popular with someone gay in the band. Everyone always wants a straight heartthrob. we were young, and And the band was becoming famous. He wanted me to go far. And then I'd come home on my off days and he'd be there to hold me. Or so I thought..."
Harry made a pained face and clenched his fists. Niall placed a hand on his clenched one, squeezing it. Harry took a deep breath.
"It started about a month after the band did. He hit me. I tried to ignore it, believing his excuse that he was drunk and sorry and that he loved me. And I believed it. Then he started drinking more, and I ignored it, and put up with him hitting me because I thought he loved me. And then he started talking about how if I was walking around with girls on my arm all the time, even if he knew it was all publicity, then he should get to be with others too. And we started falling apart. He was drinking and smoking and doing things with other people, but I tried, because I loved him. And he would hit me and then make some excuse about how he loved me, and wanted me to feel his pain, and all that shit, and I took it, because I loved him."
"And then it just stopped. The excuses of why he hit me, him telling me he loved me, and it just got worse. I was scared of him. But I loved him so fucking much and I didn't want to leave him. And I told him it was okay. And he always said how he didn't want to talk. And then he'd go drink, or smoke, or fuck some random stranger in a bar. And I'd stay home, waiting for him to come back and hoping he'd be sober enough or not angry enough to hurt me. But it was always the same. He'd come home, completely smashed, and hit me around a few times and then go to bed and I'd be left to clean myself up."
Harry looked at his hands.
"And then he said how we should be closer, and I wholeheartedly agreed. And So we started talking about marriage. We started planning and he was getting nicer again, and it was all good again. Until we met the wedding planner. Her name was Briana. She was this blonde girl, funny, sweet, beautiful. Louis and her seemed to get along so well, but I just put it off as being friends. And then one day I come home, he's standing there holding Briana's hand, and he tells me to get out, that I wasn't good enough for him and how he loved Briana now. And the wedding was off.and so I left. I left everything behind and went straight home. And then he got her pregnant, and then got engaged to her and I was left with nothing. My life started crumbling around me and I just walked through it in a daze. You saw me last year, I just lost my way. My whole life, I thought, gone. Because Louis thought I wasn't good enough."
Harry suddenly looked up. His eyes were glassy, and so were Niall's.
"How did you make it? How could you make it through that, Harry? How are you still standing here?" Niall whispered.
"I almost didn't, I wasn't standing until you started getting closer with me, I was broken Glass that I felt couldn't be fixed back together, I was just drifting my way around. It took so long to feel anything. Anything except loss and grief and heartbreak. And then you came in, an you made me smile, you made me laugh, and you made me forget what awful things had happened to me. You made me remember how to live and that it was okay to have baggage, if you had someone to carry it with you. And you accepted my insecurities, my fears, my weirdness, everything." Harry gave a pained smile.
And you made me realise he didn't break me. He brought me closer to you, and you helped me see that he didn't destroy me, he was changing me. And how I could be better, get better, because in the end, through all of the pain and heartbreak, I had you by my side, to wipe away my tears and hold me when I cried. And that's all that mattered to me. That you loved me and cared about me and listened to me and held my baggage, no matter how heavy it was. And you always were there, like a bright sun through the dark to make me laugh and smile even if I was depressed. And I loved you for it. You put me back together and helped me move past a dark point in my life. And I'm so thankful for all you've done. That's why I'm with you. Because I love you, so much. And you showed me love I could never have dreamed of after Louis. You showed me the brilliance in life. I don't know where I'd be without you."
Niall was crying and so was Harry. But they didn't seem to care. They just held each other. And that was all they needed. They knew they needed each other. And they'd carry each other'a baggage, no matter how heavy. You make each other strong, when one of you needs someone. Being loved deeply by someone gives you strength, and loving someone deeply gives you courage. Because throughout it all, that's what you do when you love someone