DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 29// Forgive me

AN: NEW UPDATE TOMORROW WOOHOO THIS STORY IS GONNA FLY FROM NOW ON

'What the fuck is going on here?'

'Ha... Harry?' Niall managed to bring out, his throat suddenly feeling blocked, as if a truck had fallen on it.

Niall looked at the situation in front of Harry. Louis and himself, half dressed, their lips swollen from making out, empty bottles on the floor.

Yeah, that shit didn't look too great.

It wasn't that hard to guess what had happened between the two best friends merely a second ago.

'Harry?'

'Yeah no, I'm fucking Santa Clause. Who the fuck did you expect?'

'Errr,' Niall answered, not really sure whether Harry's question had been rhetorical or not.

'Are you fucking kidding me, Niall?' Harry screamed out, his eyes wide with anger.

'Harry, I swear to God, I can explain.'

'Dang, I'm dying to hear that interesting explanation of yours, Niall. Wait wait wait, Louis tripped and his dick just accidently ended up inside of you?' Harry said, sarcasm dripping of his voice.

'Harry, come on,' Niall pleaded, giving him the puppy eyes. He was too tired and too wasted to deal with this now, his ex-boyfriend finding him making out with his best friend.

How the fuck did that even happen, by the way? He could barely find one person to like him, and now he found two?!

'Niall, why even bother?' Louis asked, untangling his limbs from Niall's, just to throw an arm around his shoulders. He must have been trying to be nice and make the situation more comfortable, but he was just making it worse as Niall saw that Harry's eyes flickered over Louis' arm dangerously.

'He's your ex anyways, the guy cheated on you for fuck's sake! You don't have to explain anything to him!'

Harry wasn't even just angry anymore. He looked like he could kill the entire population of the earth then and there. To be honest, it probably would've scared Niall and even Louis if they had been sober, but obviously, they were too far gone to give a fuck about anything.

'Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth, Tomlinson? Nobody fucking asked you anything,' Harry said, his voice cutting the tension in between Niall and him like a knife.

'Geez, keep calm, mate. Take a chill pill.'

If Louis had been sober, he might have known how to deal with an angry ex, but telling them to 'take a chill pill' isn't really the right way to approach things.

Harry looked at Louis, who had tried to walk over to him but had failed miserably, now lying on the floor laughing his ass of, the stains of cheap champagne on his pants.

'Niall, give Tomlinson his shirt and tell him to leave.'

Niall looked down at his best friend, who was still lying on the floor, laughing his ass off for a reason nobody would ever know nor understand.

'Look at him,' Niall pleaded. 'He can't go home. He's drunk.'

'Well, so are you', Harry said, looking at Niall with disbelief in his eyes.

'Well, who's fault is that?' Niall asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes. A second later, Harry pushed him into a wall, blocking every way out with his own limbs. He placed his hands next to Niall's hands and stood so close to him Niall could barely breathe.

Or maybe that was because of Harry's hotness.

Yeah, probably his hotness.

'Don't you fucking blame this on me, yeah? Have I forced alcohol into your mouth?'

Niall turned away, feeling very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

'Niall James Horan, answer me when I'm talking to you!' Harry shouted, trying to keep his voice down for Louis' sake, but failing miserably.

'I mean... if you put it like that?' Niall started, but Harry cut him off.

'Did I or did I not force you to get wasted?' Harry asked, even though it wasn't really asking. It was demanding.

'You did not,' Niall answered, looking down at the floor.

Harry placed a hand underneath Niall's chin and forced him to look into his eyes.

His eyes are still beautiful, Niall thought, trying to keep from stroking his hand across Harry's cheek.

'Look at me,' Harry said.

Niall just nodded, too intimidated to do anything else.

'Why did you do this?'

Niall gulped, looking over at Louis almost unconscious body on the floor.

'Do what? What are you talking about?'

Nice one, Niall. Just deny everything.

'FUCK'S SAKE, NIALL!' Harry screamed out, slamming his fist into the wall.

'DON'T FUCKING PRETEND LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! WHY DID YOU FUCKING MAKE OUT WITH LOUIS?'

Niall bit his lip, trying to come up with a good answer. He wanted to answer 'Why did you cheat on me?', but he felt like Harry wouldn't really be able to appreciate that.

'I was drunk, okay?'

'Oh, of course,' Harry said sarcastically. 'Everyone goes and kisses their best friend when they're drunk.'

'I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU, OKAY?' Niall screamed out, suddenly annoyed of Harry.

'W...What?' Harry asked, a frown making its way onto his face.

'I thought it was you,' Niall whispered, looking up at Harry through his lashes.

'I didn't want it. But you weren't here, and I was alone. And he was there, and I thought that maybe, I'd be able to taste the loneliness of his lips.'

Harry looked down at Niall, blinking a few times.

And then, he kissed him.

'I fucking love you, Niall James Horan.'

'Do you? Do you, really?' Niall asked, the images of Harry with another man entering his mind.

'I know what you're thinking, Niall,' Harry said. 'Forget about it for now. I really fucking love. I love you still, I always have and I always will.'

Niall kissed him again.

'I love you still, too.'

Harry laughed, placing his arms around Niall's shoulders.

'We're hopeless.'

Niall smirked.

'No, that's just you.'

'Geez, thanks.'

'But do you know what you are, too?' Niall asked.

'No?' Harry answered.

'Fucking hot,' Niall answered, kissing him again.

'Oh, am I now, baby?' Harry asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

'Fuck yes, daddy.'

AN:

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