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

Chapter 19 - She's The Scar, She's The Bruising, She's The Pain That You Brought

someone asked me how many chapters left? Not many, about 5-6 idk xD

*Niall*

Harry has been at it again, working himself so damn hard to make sure we're all okay when it's him that isn't okay. He breaks down from time to time and he is in more pain than I've ever been but he shelters it. On a plus note though, at least his mum is coming to visit!

She called a few days back and said she's coming to see her favourite child and his husband and their daughter, her granddaughter, sometimes she loves Angel more than her own son.

Currently, I'm taking care of Angel as I instructed Harry to take a well deserved short break, he was reluctant at first but then agreed and I ran him a bath and made him sit in it. Angel laughed her head off when I carried him to the bath, she was sat on out bed, her leg restricting her movement but she had a clear view of when I took Harry's clothes from him and put him in the bath. She thought it was so funny. It's brilliant to hear a child laugh so much. But it was rather funny now I think about it, Harry's still super easy to pick up.

"Papa?" Angel says and waves her little hand in front of my face.

"Sorry, I was in a daze!" I say and she giggles before she goes back to playing with her toys and making me help out with them, she's doing puzzles and they're actually quite hard for a five year old.

I hear movement upstairs and Angel must too as she looks up and then at me, "I think Daddy's out the baf," she says and I nod in agreement.

"I'm gonna go see if he's okay, you keep playing yeah?" she nods and then looks at her plastered propped up leg.

"I can't move Papa!" she says with unintentional sass. I can't help but laugh.

I go to see what Harry is up to and when I get to our room, he lies on the bed with the towel round his waist and what appears to be a flannel on his forehead.

I gently sit on the bed next to him and he looks up at me.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, thanks for the bath," Harry says with similar levels of sass to miss.sassy down stairs.

"You're welcome, you needed it Haz," he sighs happily and Angel shouts 'Papa' at the top of her lungs.

"Go tend to your daughter babes," Harry says with a smile.

"Love you," I kiss him on the cheek and he says it back.

Before I leave the room he shouts me and I turn round, "yeah? you need anything?"

"No, just reminding you you're a great dad, Niall," he smiles, "you just need reminding sometimes."

"Thanks," he nods before I hear another shout for me from my daughter. She is lying down on the floor when I reach her and she huffs.

"About time, Papa! I was shouted-ing you and you did not come!" gosh. Sorry.

"Sorry missy, what do you want? I was looking after your dad," I ask her and explain.