DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 22// Leave me

AN: Let's pretend it's still weekend!

Also, feels. Maybe, idk. I'm pretty emotionless.

'Don't do it, Niall. Don't.'

Niall was sat on Harry's bed, Harry's phone in between his fingers. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But oh boy, did he want to.

You could hear Harry singing in the shower, and Harry was a man that loved to enjoy things. He would be in that shower for at least twenty minutes.

So Niall did have the time.

'Don't.'

His inner angel was screaming at him not to do it, that Harry trusted him, and that Niall couldn't just break Harry's trust. But, let's be real here, did Harry trust Niall?

He hadn't trusted Niall enough to tell him what was wrong. He had been acting so weird these few days, and he didn't trust his own boyfriend enough to tell him.

So maybe, he didn't trust Niall after all. And maybe, there wasn't anything to break.

'Don't. Don't you dare do it.'

Niall unlocked the phone.

Of course, Niall knew Harry's password. Harry wasn't really a guy that loved mysteries, so his password was just 0000.

Original, right?

He went to Harry's messages. On first sight, there was nothing extraordinary to be seen. Texts to his mother, to Niall himself.

Suddenly, a name caught his eye.

Nick Grimshaw.

First of all, what the fuck.

Secondly, what the fuck.

Niall thought back to the guy in the restaurant. Harry hadn't been the same since they saw him. He was the cause of their misery and their pain.

Niall opened the conversation. He scrolled back to the beginning, and started reading, tears filling his eyes at the words.

Nick, 4.59 p.m. : Bet you didn't think you'd ever see me again, did you?

Harry, 5.01 p.m. : What the fuck do you want, Grimmie?

Grimmie. He called Nick fucking Grimmie.

Nick, 5.02 p.m. : I want revenge, you know that

Harry, 5.04 p.m. : You should let go of the past, Nick

Nick, 5.05 p.m. : The way you have? You act like nothing ever happened, Harry!

Harry, 5.07 p.m. : I'm trying to do what's right now

Nick, 5.09 p.m. : Please, we both know that's not you. Does your new sugar doll know? The blonde one?

Harry, 5.11 p.m. : No, I'd like to keep it that way

Nick, 5.13 p.m. : Oh, what a shame if he were to find out about your past, Harry. He'd be heart broken.

Harry, 5.15 p.m. : Let's not have this talk now. We have to meet, talk about things.

Nick, 5.17 p.m. : Tomorrow, around 5? My place

Harry, 5.19: I'll be there.

Harry had actually left that day. Niall remembered it clearly. He had walked out and returned in a way better mood. Maybe Nick made him happy a way he couldn't anymore?