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

Chapter 20 - There Was Life, There Was Love, Like A Light And It's Fading Out.

-Niall-

Harry's mum is coming to visit. My mother in law. She likes me, but she's mad at the shit that happened to Harry still... mainly because she thinks it was all my fault. When I am not blaming anyone really. We were both young and stupid.

But the phone call this morning at the early hours, as she always has done, said that she was going to come see her granddaughter and her son, not even a nice hello to me. It hurts a lot actually, that my mother-in-law doesn't really like me all that much, she did at first and that's all I remember.

I'm awake now though and it's still super early, not even Angel is awake yet, Harry's unconscious still, bless him he gets tired looking after a five year old all day. I do love him so much. Sometimes I'm still like what did I ever do to deserve him, and he often tells me that he doesn't deserve me, especially after that 'divorce' thing he said. It still saddens me he thought about that. Didn't wanna be married to me anymore, my eyes water up at the thought of it all happening again, I don't think I could handle it, don't think my arms could handle it. I remember Harry just saying it, no nice tone to his voice or anything just plain hard mean.

I sniff and it's pretty loud and wakes Harry up from his sleeping position.

"Nialler?" he questions as soon as he's come round a little bit. He soon sat on me and cupping my cheeks looking into my eyes as tears fall from them, "what's wrong?" he asks.

"Your mums coming to visit," I explain and hiccup in between words.

"Cool. That's not the reason you're crying though," I hate that he knows that but I also love it.

"It's stupid," I rub my eyes and he shakes his head.

"Nothing's stupid."

"I just thought back to when.. you wanted to not- to like-"

"When I didn't wanna marry you anymore," he finishes for me and more tears stream, I can't help it, the memory in itself makes me cry.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"No, I hurt you, I hurt you so much, and you pretended everything was fine, you weren't fine, you were feeling alone and hurt and I was acting as if you were fine too, I should have noticed you weren't okay, I'm sorry, I really am," he apologies and I can't stop my smile through my tears, I grab him and pull him flat against my chest.

"I love you Harry styles," I use his old name and he glares at me.

"I'm married to you," I smile and kiss his head.

"I know."

"Anyway, my mother? She's coming to see me?!" Harry's excited as always.

"Yep, but she doesn't like me if you don't remember, she isn't too fond of me to be honest," I remind him and he rolls his eyes.

"She likes you, she just-"

"She doesn't Harry! She hates me!" I laugh and he shrugs.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why she doesn't like you anymore? She loved you the first time she met you, then she just doesn't? I don't get her." I suddenly hear the little patter of small feet toddling across the landing, mainly because of her leg and the bedroom door opens slowly, I see my daughters head peep round and she giggles when she sees us.

"MORNING DADDY! MORNING PAPA!" she yells through the room and Harry tells her to use her inside voice. I help her on the bed as Harry rolls off me and Angel takes his place.

"Hi Papa," she cuddles into my chest and I see Harry smiling from the corner of my eye.

"Morning princess, did you have nice sleeps and dreams?" I ask and she nods.

Harry yawns and I reach over to him and stroke his hair. He shuts his eyes and he just needs to sleep still, from his small break down, sometimes he still breaks down, especially when I catch him doing things when I've told him to relax, he looks like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming bus.

"Angel, shall we go get some breakfast? Daddy is still very tired," I whisper to her and she sits up and nods. I take her into my arms and Harry is fast asleep, I carry Angel out the room quietly and down the stairs slowly. She keeps whispering strange things in my ear and giggling after them.

"Papa, can I have... fruit bread please?" she asks nicely and I nod.

"Sure baby, make yourself comfy on the sofa, I'll make it and get it for you okay? You know how to put the TV on don't you? You're clever so I'm sure you can-"

"Papa, you're talking all fastly!" she giggles and interrupts my rambling and I laugh it off. I'm just stressed that Harry's mum is coming and she hates my guts. I just rambles to a five year old.

"Sorry sweetheart," she laughs and shakes her adorable little head.

I concentrate on making her some breakfast as  best as I can, but it's difficult as I can't stop the image of Harry's mother yelling or telling me I'm a horrible person, I wonder if she is aware of the divorce shit? Or maybe she'll agree with Harry if she knows, maybe she'll say that Harry should have left me, or I'm a terrible father. I don't realise until Angel is next to me and patting my thigh, that there are tears falling down my face. I'm over thinking this. Everything will be fine.

"Papa? Do you want Daddy?" she asks me and I wipe my face and crouch down to her level where she uses her little hand and wipes my face as well.

"I'm okay, don't you worry," I assure her and she frowns unconvinced, she really is clever for her age. She understands so much.

"I go get Daddy," she decides and attempts to walk to the stairs with her leg.

"Angel, baby, you can't go up the stairs," I remind her and she stops at the bottom of the stairs. Looks up them and yells at the top of her lungs

"Daddy!" I can't help but start laughing because she's so damn cute. She turns back to me with a cheeky grin and looks back up the stairs, "Daddy!" she screams again and I see her smile when Harry appears.

"What?" he says and I can hear him laughing quietly.

"Papa is sad, and needed you," she states and uses past tense as she struggles to find the words sometimes.

Harry comes down the stairs and looks at me as I laugh at our daughter, her humour makes me forget about Anne coming round.

"Are you alright Nialler?" He asks and I laugh and nod.

"I'm alright now." I hug him tightly and he reiterates it, Angel joins our hug and wraps her small arms round our legs, "I've got my girl, and my husband."

---sorry, my babies, please don't have gotten rid of this book, it's been eternities and I apologise, I'm just not right at the moment, I love you  all though, greatly :)

love you baes---