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

Chapter 17 - Just A Ghost In The Halls, Feeling Empty, They're Vacant Now.

*Harry*

Last week, we made love, this week we confirm love.

When my older sister said she'd look after our child whenever we needed or wanted, she wasn't kidding, last week she took her out with her when Niall needed the space, but we're okay now, Angel is fast asleep in her own bed. Niall is slowly falling into a deeper sleep in my arms and life is okay.

His breathing evens out and I know he's gone. My turn to sleep now.

"Daddy," I hear a little whimper and a pat on my arm.

"Angel?" I wake up instantly and she stands by the side of the bed with a pout on her pretty features and tears in her eyes, "darling what's wrong?" I don't move much so Niall stays asleep.

"I has a bad dream and t'scared me," I pat the bed and shh with my finger to my lips as she climbs on the bed. Since me and Niall are sleeping pretty much in the middle of the bed, Niall is one side of me and Angel lies on the other side of me, snuggling into my arm and side.

"What was your dream about?" I whisper as she looks at Niall's sleeping face.

"Daddy n' Papa.. not.. Daddy and Papa- not married," she says and she takes a little out of place strand of Niall's hair in her hand softly and twirls it round her finger.

"Oh sweetheart, that won't happen, me and Papa love each other lots and lots." I promise.

"Good, I love Daddy and Papa too, I sleep here?" she wonders and it's followed by a yawn.

"Sure, go to sleep love, like Papa is sleeping," she giggles quietly and shuts her eyes, both of them falling asleep softly and soundly.

...

Some time in the night, Angel went back to her own bed and left me and Niall fast asleep, well soundly sleeping until Niall started whispering and whimpering in his sleep, moving around uncomfortably and muttering 'No! NO!'

"Nialler, it's me," I say softly and shake him a little bit. He wakes up and stares up at me from my chest with wide blue eyes.

"It- it was happening Harry, again! It happened again!!!" he says frantically and I hold him close to me. I look at the time and it's two in the fucking morning. Why is Niall having nightmares.

"What was sweetheart?"

"You left me, again! You left me and it seemed so real," I stroke his hair that has some sweat in it from his harsh nightmare.

"It's okay, trust me, I'm never ever ever, doing that ever again! Okay?" he nods against my chest where I'm holding him closely and snuggles back down.

...

This went on for weeks. Months.

Niall would have a reoccurring nightmare or a different one every night. I feel obliged to stay awake now.

*Niall*

My nightmares are so scary and I'm happy Harry is here to keep me safe.

He holds me and tells me that it's okay. And I believe we both are until the other day when he was doing laundry like he always does on a Saturday, or just the weekend in general.

But I see him, I look in the doorway and he was moving frantically. Jittering and panicking almost. Like he can't stop himself.

"Harry?" I say, he looks at me with bloodshot eyes and bags under them, almost unrecognisable.

"Niall! How are you feeling now? Have you taken your medicine has angel eaten is she okay?" he says in one mouthful and mutters some more to himself too, but I know something is wrong, so I just walk up to him and wrap him in my arms. He struggles for a second before stopping and standing there staring at me.

"Niall let me go," I shake my head and smile at him.

"Harry you need to relax, why do you look so tired?" he shakes his head.

"I don't know, I, I just am tired I suppose, it's been- it's been a long day."

"Babes, it's ten am, the day has literally just begun, and yes Angel has eaten and I have taken my meds, but you, my poor baby, need to sleep and relax, look I'll do the laundry and you go back to bed okay?"

"No, no I can't, I need to make sure you're okay and Angel is okay, I have to make sure the rooms and house is tidy and I have to make lunch for everyone and-"

"No you don't, I can do it, I'm so much better than I was, look at me, I'm not mad or as easily irritated anymore, because you helped me, and now it's my turn to help you, so go to bed and rest, I'll bring Angel and some films and food up to you in a minute or so," he has tears in his eyes as I finish what I'm saying and he nods.

"I can't, I can't, I can't," he mutters and I shake my head at his bazaar words.

"Yes you can, baby go to bed, I'll carry you if you want," I am aware that it's only down the hallway, our bedroom, but he needs the cuddles too.

"I need to finish this, please just let me finish!" he pleads with more tears flooding his green eyes.

"No, you are overworking your body, I know what that feels like from being an ex-footballer alright?" I say firmly to him, "And I for one, know that you need the rest Harry, baby, come on, I'll take you to bed," I add softly taking his hand in mine and taking the clothes in his other hand, out his grab and placing it on the side.

I take his face in both my hands and gently swipe the pad of my thumb over his cheekbone. His eyes such and a tear falls from them gently, I just wipe it away softly.

He slumps against me and I lift him up as I would Angel, his head on my shoulder and legs wrapped round me.

I carry him to our room and lay backwards on the bed, him on my chest. my hand makes an acquaintance with his hair and I feel his body fully relax in my arms, finally.

"I love you," I remind him and he agrees with a mumble of 'I love you too,'.

He smiles at me sleepily before he falls asleep in record time, purely because of how tired he is.

And I know that it's my fault he is this tired, I keep him awake with my nightmares, but I'm going to make him better, he deserves the best and I'll give him just that.

--- wooo shitty updates are what I live for.

I'm sorry this is late, but I broke up with my boyfriend and shit got sad/happy/annoying and guilt. Ahhhhhh.

love you baes---