DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 36// Hit me

AN: I am one day late, I know. Don't kill me, okay? I AM SORRY

'Hell, no! No no no!' Harry yelled, ending the conversation with a click on his phone.

What the hell?

Niall felt like he should help Harry, comfort him or something, or ask him what was wrong. But after all this time, he had learnt to keep his damn mouth shut when Harry was pissed. He wasn't about to throw himself out there and make himself the subject of Harry's anger.

'No,' Harry kept repeating. 'No! No! No!'

'Harry,' Niall started saying slowly, thinking that everything could go fairly well if he just took things slowly. If he kept his voice down, if he didn't freak out, things hand to work out, right?

Nah, he thought wrong, of course. He always did.

'Harry, I-' Niall started, but Harry cut him off when he threw his phone at the wall. Niall took a step back, terrified. He didn't know why Harry was acting the way he did, what had happened to make him feel that way. Who the hell could have called, and what could they have done to make Harry this... scary?

Because Niall was scared of him. Harry was freaking out, and Niall was horrified. He had never seen Harry like this, so mad yet still so... vulnerable? Was that the right word? Niall was pretty sure something horrible had happened, he just didn't know what. He could hear the hurt in Harry's voice, the emotions making his voice crack when he yelled at the walls. Niall wasn't sure what he expected, but he was pretty sure that it wasn't the right moment to tell Harry that the wall wouldn't answer.

Sometimes, your sarcastic jokes just aren't appreciated. Weird as fuck, I know right?

'Harry, what the fuck?' Niall asked, throwing the slow way of doing things out the window and going straight to the aggressive way. Well, not really going straight to the aggressive way. He wasn't all that straight, after all. He was gay as fuck. Ewww, vaginas. Why would anyone want to be there? They're like black holes, pits of death that can kill you if you don't watch out.

He just chose to be mad and aggressive rather than nice. Because remember kids, aggression works! Just like alcohol, it solves all your problems!

'Niall, I swear to God, don't fucking speak right now unless you want me to get real damn pissed,' Harry w arned, his voice edgy and broken.

Real damn pissed? What was he now then, a fucking innocent butterfly? Just like his tattoo? Harry was about as innocent as Louis in a room full of fuckboys.

'Damn, calm the fuck down,' Niall hissed under his breath, not having the balls to actually say it out loud.

'What did you just say?' Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

'What? Who? When? Me? I didn't say anything, no! You must have heard wrong! I didn't say anything at all!'

Harry just shook his head, closing his eyes.

'You're not fucking taking this seriously!' he hissed, walking over to the dressing table and throwing some clothes on.

'I am! Just calm down and tell me what that was all about, we can talk about it and work things out,' Niall offered, going back to the nice way of handling stuff.

Seems like violence doesn't work after all.

'Yeah, I'd rather not,' Harry said, walking out and slamming the bedroom door.

'What the fuck?' Niall asked himself, jumping up and putting the duvet around his body to keep him warm as he started following Harry.

'Harry? Harry, where are you going?' Niall demanded, watching as Harry put his car keys in his pocket, next to his wallet.