DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 23// Call me

AN: So this was supposed ot be up this weekend, and then life happened. I swear I'll update this weekend, though! It'll work out! 

Harry walked through the streets, trying to find his way. He was lost. You could get lost in the city, the same way he always got lost in his lover's eyes.

It was cold, the wind was blowing, the bonnet on his head no longer able to keep his ears warm. Harry buried his hands deep in his pockets and stared at the ground. Maybe because he didn't want the wind to blow in his face, or maybe because he couldn't stand to see the world turning, as he knew he was hurting the one he loved.

Was it really his fault that the boy who was probably crying himself to sleep right now wasn't the only one he loved?

He couldn't help it. He never should've went to live with the boy. He was too young, to naïve to understand anything about love. He'd get hurt. And Harry would be the one to do it, even though he didn't want to. Everyone had to get their heart broken at one point or another, and if Harry had to break Niall's, then so be it.

When Harry arrived in front of a white house with big windowsills with flowers, he stopped and knocked on the door. The door opened and a tall man came into view, dark hair and bright eyes.

'Harry. I had been expecting you.'

Harry walked into the house that felt strangely familiar. He had been here too many times. He shouldn't have been. He shouldn't be there now, but he was, and he couldn't help it. It was stronger than himself.

'You finally dumped that blonde?'

Harry sighed.

'I need some more time. He's so fragile.'

'That's why you need to get rid of him, Harry.'

'I know, Nick. I know.'

Nick took Harry's head in between his hands softly, and brought it closer to his face. And he kissed him.

Harry didn't push him off, he didn't sit there, stone cold and not moving. He kissed back.

Nick started unbuttoning Harry's shirt, and Harry didn't stop him. He wanted to, because this had to stop and they both knew it, but Harry didn't want it to. it was selfish of him, but he wanted Nick. He wanted to hear his voice moaning out his name, and he wanted to feel his skin against his as they had sex.

Sex. Not making love.

And maybe, Harry needed that.

So when Nick started unbuttoning Harry's pants Harry just smiled at him, not even thinking about the blonde boy that was lying on his side of the bed, crying himself to sleep, wondering where the hell he went wrong.

Niall shot up, breathing heavily.

No. For fuck's sake, no.

It took him a while to realize that everything had been just a dream. No, fuck no. he couldn't stand to see Harry, loving another man, looking at another man the way he looked at Niall. No.

It had hurt him so much. Seeing that, seeing Harry and that guy had ripped him apart. His heart was lying in pieces in his chest, and the pieces would cut him if he wasn't careful.

He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this.

His pillow was wet. The tears fell so often that it didn't have the time to dry.