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

Chapter 13 - The Fault, The Blame, The Pain's Still There.

-Harry-

"H-hi," he says softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. It's raining out and it's cold and his hair is all matted and he has a cute little red nose.

"Christ, it's cold out, Nialler, come in!" I beckon him inside and he awkwardly moves past me and stands there as I lock the door behind him, he fiddles with his hands and cries, looking lost in a place that's more than familiar to him.

"Are you alright, love?" I ask him and he shrugs as more tears roll down his cheeks, I take in his body language and realise he's trying to warm himself up, he's cold, "you're cold," I state and he nods slightly and wipes under his eye but it's no use as the tears are falling.

I stand in front of him and he stares at the ground, refusing to look at me, "babe, you need to warm yourself up, why don't I run a bath for you? Or get some extra blankets?" he shrugs not wanting to talk.

I sigh and start to walk towards the stairs, hoping he'll follow me.

"W-where are you g-going?" he asks softly but with a little panic.

"To bed?" I say as if he was supposed to know that, I hoped he had caught on.

"Oh, urm, I-I, can sleep on the couch, if-if you want," he stumbles over his words and still doesn't make eye contact, his eyes just produce more water.

"That's not what we both want, is it Nialler?" he shrugs and sniffs, he bites his lip to stop his sobs.

I walk back over to him and place myself right in front of him, his eyes glossy with un-shed tears.

"I want you to come upstairs to bed with me, to our bed and I want to cuddle you until you're okay again," he bites his lip harder and I gently make him look me in the eye. His eyes so much more blue than usual due to the tears.

We stare at each other for a little while his tears being caught by my hand gently on his cheek, he shuts his eyes and when he opens them again they're filled with more tears.

"Come here, Ni," I open my arms for him and he practically dives into my arms and I hug him tight, tighter than I've ever held him, he cries so hard into my shoulder and I stroke up and down his back in a soothing motion. It's clear to me now that he isn't alright and it's my fault, he is so unbelievably hurt and it will always and forever be my fault.

After about five minutes of him sobbing into my shoulder, which he still is sobbing, I gently push him away from me and take one of his hands in mine and wipe his cheek with the other.

"Come on, sweetheart, lets go to bed," I tell him and walk him to the stairs, his hand holding on to mine for dear life. We get to our room and Niall stand awkwardly by the bed, not knowing what to do with himself.

"Baby, make yourself comfortable, and get in bed, you need some sleep," he nods and takes his trousers of with no hesitation, and he grabs some joggers and holds them up at me as if asking if it's okay for him to borrow them, I nod and he then tugs off him jumper and it leaves him with a long sleeved t-shirt on.

He comes over to the bed and pulls the blanket back, sitting in bed and pushing himself under the blanket, not facing me, his back to me.

"Do you want to lie by yourself or do you want to cuddle?" I give him the option and he sniffles a little bit before turning round and looking up at me.

"I-I'd like to cuddle," he says and I can't help my smile.

"Come on then," I pat my chest and he moves his head so he's lying there.He's a little tense at first, but I gently stroke his back and it helps him to relax.