DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 26// Regret me

AN: Extremely unedited. Also, my exams are starting this week, pray for me.

WARNING: The truth comes outttttt (the truth is gay)

Ten minutes later, Harry and Niall were still standing on the balcony. Niall's tears were rolling down his cheeks, leaving a path of wetness that shone when the sunlight fell on it.

Harry had lit another cigarette, and he was staring into the distance, smoking the cancer stick as if his life depended on it. And maybe, it did.

Every now and then, Niall would choke out a sob, and the sound broke Harry's heart. He didn't turn around or place a hand on Niall's shoulder, but his cigarette stilled and he held his breath for a short moment. And so Niall knew he cared.

The silence was deafening. Niall wanted to break it, but he couldn't fight the right words to say. What do you say to someone who has cheated on you? He wanted to make Harry feel better, but on the other hand he wanted Harry to feel bad for what he had done to him. For breaking his tiny heart. Maybe that was cruel, but Niall was only human, he couldn't help it.

'Say something,' Niall said. He could've asked Harry to say something, anything, but he demanded him to. Niall had every right to know the truth.

Harry sighed, throwing his cigarette of the balcony and blowing out the grey smoke. Niall couldn't help but think about how that shit was filling up Harry's lungs now, killing him slowly but surely from the inside. An image appeared in front of his mind, and he knew he'd never be able to forget it. The image showed Harry, bald and skinny, lying in a hospital bed, desperately trying to get some air. Trying to breathe. Trying to stay alive.

And somehow, Niall felt like the smoking was his fault. Even though it really wasn't. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why is there always someone at fault? Why do we always search for someone to blame, when we get to decide everything in our lives ourselves? Why do we complain about being sad when happiness is a choice?

'I'm sorry,' Harry said.

Niall wanted to scream at him, wanted to throw a freaking computer at his head, because he was fucking sorry? He was fucking sorry? He had fucked another guy and now he was just going to say he was sorry? Hell, no.

If Niall were to be that type of guy, he would have hit Harry a long time ago, thrown a few plates at his head and slammed the door behind him.

But he hadn't. Because he just wasn't that type of guy. Niall was nice. Niall smiled at strangers on the bus, Niall held the door open for everyone, he couldn't say no and he just couldn't get mad at anyone. Even if he wanted to.

The sad part of that is, people like Niall who can't get mad, have to get their emotions out elsewhere. Most of the time, they just got very very sad, but they were so selfless they didn't want the world to know. So they locked the sadness and the pain inside of their hearts and threw the key away. And they laughed and laughed and laughed, and shouted 'Sure!' when someone asked them if they were okay. Even if they would cry behind closed doors an hour later.

But that's just the sad truth of life, and Niall had to deal with it.

'You're sorry?' he repeated.

'You're sorry?'

'Niall, I didn't,' Harry started, but Niall cut him off.

'You're sorry?' He screamed out. 'How the fuck is your sorry going to change anything, Harry? I cried my eyes out while you were declaring your love for another soul! I asked myself why I wasn't enough for you every single day, and you are fucking sorry?'