Shattered || Narry

{09}

Harry

I wanted to kiss the side of his head.

I really wanted to, but I didn't want to force myself on him like his friend just recently done.

Niall had fallen asleep almost instantly, but I stared at the boy for awhile. He told his friend that he'd rather stay here than leave with him. I couldn't understand why. Maybe the boy felt safer here; those two men who were beating on him didn't know where he was.

I had to force myself to leave the room and let Niall sleep. Liam was probably still returning that lad back to his place, so I would have a few moments to myself.

But I didn't know what to do. My staff was busy doing their job and it's not like I can go out and do what I usually do anymore. I couldn't go out to bars or clubs. Well...technically I could, but I really didn't want anyone seeing me like this.

Even though I think I look hideous with this deformity—I guess you could call it—on my face, the boy still thought I was beautiful. At first, I was sure he was only saying it to make me feel better, but now that I think about it, I think he truly meant those words. I mean, he defended me...in front of someone he actually knew. I'm technically still a stranger to him. I know nothing about this boy. In order for me to get this boy to actually fall in love with me, I need to know all about him. His favorite foods. His favorite music. His favorite things to do.

I needed to know everything.

When I heard my name being called, I looked up to see Liam standing there.

"Mr. Styles, that boy said he wasn't going to stop until Niall was back in his arms..."

No.

"Well, it's not going to happen. Niall is mine." Liam's eyes widened and then I cleared my throat. "I-I mean, he will be. I don't know. The boy chose me over that Louis guy. He even told me that he never wants to see that lad ever again. Even when the lad told Niall to run away from me...Niall stayed. That must mean something right?"

Liam shrugged.

"It could, Mr. Styles. But also at the same time, Niall may just be, I guess feeling this way because you're taking good care of him unlike his father and his best friend. I know you want your face back to the way it was, but you can't just expect this to happen overnight. He's still just a boy; a 17 year old boy. You have to keep that in mind. Yes, you're only four years older than him but so is Louis. What makes you think that if it didn't quote-unquote work out with Louis, that'll work out with you?"

I huffed loudly.

"Well, I'd like to think that I'm nothing like that Louis lad. I'm one, more successful—"

"But isn't the whole point of you finding someone to fall for you to not be about your money or success?" I nodded. "Then why should it matter if you're more successful than Louis?"

"I suppose it doesn't."

"I don't even think Niall cares that you're rich. I think he's just happy to be away from everything that hurt him. His father and now? His friend. You're all he has now. I mean, I would count myself, but you'll be spending most of the time with him. I'm sure he will fall for you, Mr. Styles. I'm sure of it."