Here's my new chap! I'm still thinking about 'Welcome [2]' running out of ideas :(( IM SUCH A SUCKER (The other way around)
Enjoy!
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Your POV
"Harry, I'm so tired. So tired of keeping this all in my head. I already made a rendezvous with Niall as planned" I said sighing while leaning my head on the window tiredly.
"What? Y/n, what if he stops us? I can't do that." He said with fear lingering in his voice
"Consequences, that is." I simply said then huffed, running my hands in my hair out of all the frustration that was thrown at me.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You can't just say that" He said with confusion in his eyes. looking at me like I'm a murderer
"Well I already said it! Harry, It's Niall we're talking about here. We can't just keep the fact from him. I love him and I can't fucking bear lying to him." I reasoned looking at him, I lied. I can't also bear seeing him sad.
"Oh.. so you don't love me?"
"I didn't said that!"
"Well that's what actually you're pointing out for fuck's sake!" He said, A little bit raising his voice. I can't blame him though. In this situation, I know I am the one who's not in the place to find reasons in everything.
I know I'm wrong. But can you blame me? I can't see both of them suffer just because of one decision that we once made.
I can't keep telling myself that Niall will be alright and Harry will be fine. Those are too difficult to distinguish really.
"Harry, I love you. I love you very much. I'm still here beside you, and I think it's safe to say that.. that was an understatement to prove you that I love you.." I explained while holding his hand
"Harry.. what I'm trying to say is.... don't you think it's unfair to Niall? He's my brother after all. And he deserves to know every single detail that's happening to me. He's just concerned too much, that's why my conscience won't stop bothering me." Harry just looked at me, like he's processing everything I said in his mind
After a minute of silence, he cleared his throat then nodded
"I think it's time to let the skeleton out of the closet. Y/n, no matter what happens I want you to know that I love you. And noone can stop me from doing that." He said then kissed every single knuckle on my hand
"Noone." He repeated with a hushed tone, then kissed me passionately. Like he's saying that, it's going to be alright whatever happens.
I love him, and I trust him.
----------------------------- Have you heard about the news? SOMEONE called Harry a 'Fuckboy' like wtf? I dunno really, That was just my opinion. What's yours? Comment it down thereeee.
