Light On {Niam Love Story}

Twenty-Eight.

A/N: Whhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaatttt? Taylor...is...updating?! You're damn right! I know a lot of you aren't going to read this because you're going to just be like, 'aha, fuck you taylur. it's time to reeaaddd'. But you know what? That's okay! Because, yes - that was cruel. hehe. SO. This chapter is dedicated to "Colladile" because sexual favors and drugs that's why. I mean. what. who said that. it wasn't me. ANYWAYS. The sooonnnnnggg is Hero by Skillet because, even though it's not what I usually listen to, I think it fits quite nicely. AND. There's nothing else. Enjoy!

"A hero's gonna save me just in time."

"Harry! What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Please...leave me alone..."

Sometimes, when you can't see the people you're speaking to, whether it be that you're on the phone or they're just facing the other way, you can't exactly place their emotions because, well, the face is what people look at for reactions. They don't listen to voices.

If you're smiling, you're happy. If you're frowning, you're mad. If you're crying, you can be either sad, or in some cases, happy. Faces typically aren't misleading. And when you can't see, you don't know what is happening. Most people don't rely on their ears in this case. But, Louis knows Harry - and he can see what's happening. And that's enough.

Harry's sitting on top of the railing of the balcony, shaking hands gripping the black metal that would usually prevent the fall. His legs dangle over the side, he seems to be shifting closer and closer to the edge - either that, or Louis is just seeing things because he's fucking terrified that he's about to lose someone who has impacted his life in such an imense manner. No matter which it truly is, Louis doesn't know what to do.

What he really wants to know as if Harry is just sad right now, or if he's truly ready to jump. Harry wouldn't kill himself, he's afraid of death - right?

"Harry, get down from there," Louis demands, and he can hear a light chuckle escaping Harry's mouth. "This isn't funny. Just..."

"I will get down," Harry murmurs, eyes drifting to the skyline, staring at the stars and the light dusting of wispy clouds in the distance. And he's horribly serious. He'll jump. "I'd suggest you close your eyes if you don't want to see."

"Harold Edward Styles, get inside the fucking house!"

"Make me."

The thing is, they're only two stories up. Their house isn't very tall. But the thing is, the balcony hangs over the street. And even if Harry survives the fall, the traffic is busy and he'll get hit by a car for sure. And if that doesn't put him six feet under, Louis knows that he won't stop until he's dead. Harry gets everything he wants, and he'll get this.

"Harry, please..." Louis starts to beg, because it's the only thing he can think of. He can't lose Harry - he doesn't want to lose anyone, but especially not Harry. "Don't do this. We can fix this, together, and you'll never have to be sad again. Please."

"You ruined my fucking life."

"You ruined it yourself," Louis whispered lowly, and he could see Harry's shoulders rise up and stay there. Maybe it's working. Maybe Louis is pushing him even farther. Either way, he's slowing down the process and he'll get to have Harry for at least a little bit longer. "If you didn't want to be with me, if you wanted to stay with Zayn, you could have just said so. And I would have let you go. I wanted to be with you, but I didn't need you. Not if Zayn could make you happier than I could. If that's the case, I wouldn't have wanted you in the first place. But if you're dead, you can't have Zayn - you can't have anyone. Is that really what you want?"

It hurt Louis to say, but all he wanted was for Harry to finally be happy. He deserved it after all of this. And, maybe it was time to face facts - Louis couldn't make him happy anymore. But Harry didn't move to jump. He didn't move a muscle.

"Now, please," Louis muttered gently, smiling sadly even though they couldn't see each other's faces. "Don't jump. Stay."

"I..." Harry finally spoke up, voice cracking and trembling in fear. He looked down, saw that it looked farther down than he thought it was and the ground looked hard and cold. He decided it was now or never, chose never. "I'm scared, Lou. I don't want to feel this way. All I want is to be happy again. Please...help me."

Louis stepped forward, slowly, his shoes creaking against the flooring. Harry looked down once more, shivered, and fell back into Lou's arms.

Once the younger lad was securely wrapped up in Lou's embrace, the older boy gently pulled him off the railing. And when Harry felt himself hit the ground, safe and sound, he stood himself up and threw himself into Lou's arms - beginning to cry.

"I'm so-sorry," Harry mustered up all of his strength to choke out an apology. He never meant for this to happen. He never meant to feel so sad inside. It just happened. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Louis held him in his arms, tightly, and let the younger lad cry into his chest.

~-~-~

There came a time where Harry had exhaused himself, and Louis put him to bed.

He kissed Harry's forehead, tucked the boy into the bed, and made his way towards the closet. He stopped before opening the door, took one last glance at the boy he loved, and decided, once and for all, that he only wanted Harry to be happy.

Twenty minutes pass, and Louis finally steps out of the walk-in, two filled bags in his hand, and leaves the room without even glancing at the sleeping lad.

When he gets downstairs, he writes Harry a note, and makes two calls - one to the Zayn, getting voicemail, and one to Liam.

And he leaves.

[This is actually pretty short, but I feel like I've written down enough feelings for one chapter. The next one will be out relatively soon, however, so hopefully that one will make up for this rather abrupt ending. Love you all. - Taylor.]