Broken Home - Narry (Sequel to DFWML) --quite slow updates--

Chapter 6 - Sharp Words Like Knives, They Were Cutting Her Down.

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-Harry-

I go back to bed after Archie disturbed me, I mean that photo of Niall is the cutest thing I've ever seen and it's clear to me I'm hurting him but he deserves this, I went through five years of constant hurting, constantly being hurt by the one person who 'loved' me. Niall knows and he is very much aware I love him. I love him more than words can say, but me and him, we just can't go on this way.

I lay in bed now, just staring at the ceiling, thinking about Niall and if he's really as okay as he puts across.

I'm not sure when Gemma came back here but she is now, I know she's here now as she is down stairs with my daughter, entertaining her. I thank Gemma for being there and being my sister, I couldn't ask for a better best friend and sister, she takes care of me and Angelique so well, she doesn't have children yet, she'd like them, but she hasn't really settled down with anyone, she has small bursts of relationships and then they end. but she says she enjoys Angelique's company. Angel isn't exactly boring though, she always has something to say and she's witty and cute.

I don't know, still, where I or Niall went wrong in our relationship,I thought everything would be perfect for every day for the rest of our lives, but obviously I was wrong. Something always has to go wrong for us, me and Niall never had a perfect relationship right from the start. Ever since the whole Zayn kissing me fiasco, we were never fine, we simply brushed everything off. That was until Niall decided to start fighting me for everything I said or did that was incorrect in his eyes.

Everything started going wrong, he would yell at me until I was in tears and I'd go to bed and cry myself to sleep, some nights he'd apologise before I slept, others he wouldn't and I'd lay there crying for hours before sleeping, whilst he didn't even bat an eyelid at me.

"Papa!" I hear a yell and I freeze, my heart pace quickens and I almost choke on my own saliva.

He can't be here, no Angel is just playing.

"Shhh, yes hi Angel, I'm here, but not for long, just came to grab some things alright?"

"Daddy! It's Papa! Daddy!!" Angel says and I decide to go see him, since he made the effort to come here anyway, let's see what he wants. I pull on some sweats not bothering with a top, it's warm in the house, I can only assume Gemma must have put our heating on.

I walk down the stairs and Niall is talking to Angel whilst Gemma is also talking with them both. The stairs creaks where I stand on it and I mentally curse.

Niall looks directly at me and I can see the pain in his eyes already.

He only looks at me for a second before looking at the ground and furrowing his eyebrows.

Gemma takes Angel away telling the girl that it's time for a bath.

Leaving me and Niall.

This is awkward.

"So," I start, way to go Harry, even more awkward.

"How you doing?" I ask him and he turns to face me with a 'really' expression.

"You wanna know how I'm doing Haz?" I nod quickly and he rests his head back against the sofa where he's sat, "not good, that's how I'm doing."

He shuts his eyes already fending off tears. Fuck, I've never felt so guilty.

"Oh," is all I let out my mouth.

"Is that all you can say?" he spits coldly, "after what, two days apart, of me barely holding myself together, all that leaves your mouth, that never used to run out of things to say, is an 'oh'? Could you get any more poignant Harry?" he asks me and stands up, his eyes red-rimmed from all the crying he's most likely done for forty two hours. I don't even know what poignant means.