Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 45

Harry~

I think of myself as a frog. The one who was once a prince, then had his whole life upside down for the worse, then someone came along and made him a better man. In most ways, I am him. Believe me or not, my life was perfect before Noah slithered his way into my life. Nice family. Beautiful days. Full life. Everyone was supportive when I came out in when I was just a freshman. I wish I could say how I found out I was gay, but I can't. I really don't know. It just sort of happened. I guess my pants getting tight in the men's locker room was a sign. A big, big sign if you catch my drift.

I met Noah in the roller rink one Friday night. I went with Will and a couple of other friends. Being the charmer he was, he quickly introduced himself to me and that was basically it. It became our spot. It was the only place he pretended like he was happy for me. It was the only place he would kick me under the table to shut me up so no one would notice. It was the place he would grab my crotch in front of his friends to prove he was a man. That's why I clearly didn't want to go back when Niall was heading that way. I couldn't go back to where it all started to fall apart.

Then, Niall came. And I transformed into a prince that he makes me feel like everyday. I will never understood why I stayed in the beginning. As we all know, I did try to leave, but I think I officially marked my territory in that flat I call home when he saved me every chance he got. It was the long distance in his eyes that made me want to cross the finish line. I finally did it, but I want to keep running.

You could say I got my happily ever after. The rest of the honeymoon was absolute bliss. The ocean was perfect, the sand was soft, and the days there were long and peaceful. Niall is so comfortable around me it's crazy. I love it, though. That boy is mad. He would drag me everywhere and wouldn't let me sleep. Even at night, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. Love love love constant and utter love.

I couldn't be happier when he told me about his dad. I believe in second chances, but I don't agree that everyone deserves one. But I'm so glad Niall decided his dad was worth the risk. Besides, I think it helped more when I reminded him that if I didn't give him a second chance, I wouldn't be here. That obviously got him thinking and made his eyes just a bit brighter.

What made me fall even more in love with Niall is the way he finally sees things. He looks at the world in a bit more color. He feels the wind a bit more peaceful. He eats the food like, well, the same. He's an animal still, but he claims it's only for my mood. Dirty liar.

Here I sit with my husband in my arms as he takes a nap- the only time I can rest. Except, I'm not taking a needed sleep. I just lie down sometimes and think about what I've been through. As you can see, I think a lot. Maybe too much.

Niall's hand is placed on my beating heart as his fist scrunches up my shirt when he shifts around. He does that a lot. I like his baby snores. His legs are tangled with mine and I have both arms wrapped around his warm body. I like his delicate eyelashes. They are dark because of his original hair color. I think it's cute because it shows his unique features pop. I like his cheeks. So kissable. I like his lips. Thin, but full. I didn't think that was possible. I didn't think any of this was possible. He's even beautiful when he's asleep. Although, I hate when I can't see his eyes. I think those eyes are what kept me alive for so long. Just knowing that they will light up every time I smile a smile that is specially reserved for him makes my day. Makes my life.

We're leaving tomorrow evening. I sigh heavily because I simply did not want to leave. This place was my sanctuary. I'm not sure what my life will be ahead of me. Niall will be with me, so I think it'll be great. I want kids. A little boy and girl playing around the house. I wonder who will be the nice parent and mean parent. Knowing me, i'll be the girly house wife giving their kids anything they want. Then meanie old dad coming home from work and taking it away. They'll scream and cry, hate and push us away, but at the end of the day, Niall and I will together them in each night and tell them we love them with everything we got. Together. I want them to feel loved everyday like Niall and I do.

I smile at the thought of it.

"Awake?" I hear a whisper ask. I look down and kiss his forehead with my lips, lingering to his temple.

"Yeah. Have been. My mind is bouncing everywhere up there. Can't control it, but this time, I didn't fight it. All the thoughts were really, really nice." I hum against his cheek. He smelled so nice. "Good sleep, babe?"

"Dreaming of you is always amazing. But I like it more that you're here in real life," he says. He walks his fingers up the side of my face and runs it through my hair slowly and gently. I snuggle closer to him and pull the blankets up higher to my shoulder. He kisses my cheek repeatedly, his lips leaving wet smudges on my skin. I never have the want or need to wipe it away. I keep my eyes closed as I feel his hand tilt my face close to his. Kissing me softly, his lips connect with mine.

"I never want to leave, Niall. I never want to leave here. But I guess I kind of do. I want to officially start my life with you as a married couple."

"I know what you mean," he mumbles, kissing down my neck. "Delilah."

"Hmm?"

"Delilah. I love that name. If we had a girl, I would love that name for her. So beautiful and pure. Like sunshine. I just really like it," he says, looking up at me with a sweet smile. I search his eyes and nod, kissing his small nose.

"I love that. Very beautiful like her daddy. But nothing could match you. What about a boy?" I ask.

"Hmm.. I'll give you that choice."

"Uhh.. I like Brent, to be honest. Or Landon, you know, from A Walk To Remember. Always had a fond of it. Eh, Harold. Why would my mum name me that?" I scoff.

"I love it. It makes you, you. And that's what I like the most about it. Sure, there are plenty of Harry- or Harold's- out there, but there will never be a you. And that's special."

"I wouldn't want another you, Niall."

He chuckles. "Why? Am I too much to handle, angel?"

"Well, yes. But I can handle you. Or I try. But I wouldn't want another you because.. Uh, because-"

"Go on. Come out with it."

"I wouldn't want to share you."

~darkness x

(Short. I apologize. Not that much of an "ender" but you get some thoughts of Harry's mind which is beautiful, of course. Harry is a beautiful and he is one of the sweetest guys out there. So for the people who mobbed him, and for ripping their posters in front of him just to make him upset, just stop it. Stop saying none of them care. Because those boys probably saved more lives than anyone ever could. It's not the music. Not the looks. Just. Them. Don't hate, love them as much as you possibly can.

Anywho, sorry. I just get upset. Niall wont follow me on twitter yet lol. oh the tears.. But WOW almost 1M! SO HAPPY! :) I can't believe I actually wrote this.. Wow.. And people saying I'm their inspiration to write is probably the most kindest thing I could have ever heard. Ever. Thanks so much. Next chapter is the epilogue coming from my view. Like Harry said to Niall "hey you're hot." Then niall say to Harry "wey hey you too" like that.

But I love you and see you on the flip side stay beautiful xxxx"