search party [sequel to hr108]

breathe my love

chapter two

N.J.H.
Life. Life doesn't even feel like life anymore. I sit with Louis in his newly renovated house, swirling a cup of tea around in my hand, thinking about everything that's clogging up in my head. Louis soon joins me, sitting next to me on the floor in front of the coffee table,

"You look distressed," he mumbles, offering his shoulder. I nod, resting my head on top of it.

"I'm emotionally and physically tired."

"Things bad in the future Horan-Styles home?"

"No," I sigh, "I just feel...weird."

"Is it because of the kids discussion?"

I cringe, not even wanting to think about the kids discussion let alone kids in general.

"Maybe," I confess, and Louis hoists me to sit up taller,

"Then talk to him," he stresses, "God, you always fucking do this! You mope when something is wrong and don't take action! Take action Niall!"

I wince at his shouting and he apologizes softly, hugging me tighter as if it suffices as an apology. Nonetheless, I roll my eyes and hold him close.

"I just want you happy. You're about to be married and you're feeling stressed out."

"Okay," I sigh, "so what do you suggest?"

"Niall, Harry his quite possibly as nervous as you about the future, talk to him."

"But whenever we talk, he always sounds sure!"

"Just because he has a solid plan doesn't me he isn't scared. Also, he can't have a plan alone. You two together need a plan."

"Okay," I sigh, "you're right; you're so right, and you're always right and--"

"Dude," Louis grabs my wrists, "you're shaking like a wet chihuahua. Breathe, come on. Harry loves you, and you love him. You never had anything to be afraid of."

"Stop being right all the time," I mumble, "inconsiderate prick."

"Sorry for being resourceful," Louis chuckles as he pulls me up for a hug. I crash into him as he rubs my back soothingly.

"Hey Louis?"

"Yes Niall?"

"Do you think I'll be a good dad?"

"Niall, what kind of question is that? Of course you're gonna be a good dad."

"Okay, good. I wasn't sure."

"Any new wedding details?"

"We're going traditional." I reveal, "not seeing each other for 24 hours before the wedding."

"Bachelor party's gonna be sick," Louis points out again, "there's this new modern club in New York City and I swear it's absolutely perfect. Who do you want going again?"

"You, Harry and Zayn," I chuckle, "that's it."

"Really?" he frowns, "Why can't it just be Zayn and I? Harry can go be a loser somewhere else."

"Hey!" I give him a proper shove and he laughs, flipping his hair out of his face, "That's my fiancé you're making fun of!"

"You're wearing out the name," he rolls his eyes, "we get it! You're getting married!"

"You're wearing out the name," I point at him and he smacks my finger away, "stop mentioning it every time I mention it!"

"Yeah yeah," he reaches over to turn on the stereo, "listen to this song, will you?"