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

Chapter 9 - Hey Mum, Hey Dad, When Did This End?

everyone is slaying Harry and I'm loving it. #getrektharry (p.s u guys always comment the chapter before, what I have planned for harry to like 'realise' in he next chapter and it stresses me out. how do you all do it?!)

-Harry-

The next morning, I've never felt shittier and I actually take into account what I've done. Mental illness can't be miraculously cured or controlled sometimes! And I let that I couldn't handle it go, I told Niall I wanted a divorce, I'm just feeling shittier and shittier as the morning clocks tick.

But when I turn around to talk to Niall, he's already gone, lost like the feeling he probably has for me. What have I fucking done?? You guys, I'm sorry I haven't been listening to you, you told me not to but I didn't listen, so go ahead yell at me, but I will find him and I promise you all, that I will try to fix him, because he stayed when all I wanted to do was die, and now I've left him and he's so vulnerable and FUCK. I'M AN IDIOT.

-Niall-

*earlier in the morning*

I didn't get any sleep last night, Harry is simply still sleeping peacefully, he's very real with his decision and I respect that. I've been a dick. I get that now, and I know that I should have tried to treat him better- wait. What the fuck am I saying? It was never me who hurt Harry! Or anyone! I have a mental illness and I am not afraid to admit that, I have a mental illness that cannot be controlled often or not, I know sometimes I really do over react, like my poor baby Angel is frightened of me since I yelled at her for simply shilling toast. But it's okay. Harry and Angel won't have to deal with me no more.

Before sunrise, I intend to be out of this house and Harry's life.

I get up at four am and Harry is such a heavy sleeper and Angel so I'm good with the noise levels I can make. But I won't be much, just a zipper opening and closing as I pack a suitcase, with all my clothes in.

Once all my clothes are packed away, Harry's jumper stares at me. It's my favourite hoodie ever, I cuddle it when I'm sad or whenever I used to be and didn't tell Harry, I'd cuddle it and it would make everything better. I can't take my medication with me as I have no idea where Harry keeps it.

My gut instinct is to just leave, but as I pass Harry's jumper, I pick it up and take it with me, I stop for a second and place the suit case down, and head into the bathroom quickly, I spray Harry's deodorant all over it and some of his aftershave too. He just, makes anywhere feel like home.

Once I'm done and satisfied with the scent, I get back on track and leave. I can't believe I thought a relationship with Harry would last, not because he's awful, he isn't, I love him, so so much, it hurts me to leave before he wakes up, even if he doesn't wanna be with me anymore, but anyway, I knew it wouldn't last, somebody with a mental illness, it is difficult to deal with them, the aftershocks of an episode, the episode itself or just anything, the medication, everything about dating someone with a mental illness is hard, Harry tried though. It's understandable he couldn't take any more.

I'm about to out my shoes on when Gemma comes through the door.

"Niall!" she whispers, I think she's been out with friends; she doesn't appear drunk.

"Hey," I say and then continue to put my shoes on.

"Where are you going? You've packed for a long stay or something?" she questions and takes her heels off. Shrinking a lot in height.

"Urm, yeah me and Harry... we... we fell out," I say trying not to cry in front of my sister in law.

"How bad?"