Proclivity ❀ narry

e p i l o g u e

Five Years Later

"What are you doing?"

The truth was I didn't know what I was truly doing.

Physically, I was just standing in front of a window, watching the cars pass by. Mentally, I was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"Niall, these things take awhile. Sit down, relax, and breathe. For me, please?" Harry puts his hand on my lower back, gently kissing my temple.

I sigh and sit down on a plastic chair, lightly scratching my forearm. He sits down beside me, rubbing up and down my back and trailing his fingers down my spine. His hand alone relaxes me but not enough for me to not worry.

This isn't even the start and I'm already nervous.

"I love you, you know?"

I nod and look at him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I love you, too."

He kisses the top of my head as I watch people pass by in a rush. Its all so white it's becoming a blur. It doesn't matter, I just want this to be over with.

✿

"Gentlemen." A woman smiles gleefully, her hands neatly placed in front of her.

Harry stands up, already beginning to walk towards her direction. He stops when he sees I'm not following him.

"You comin', Niall?" He ask, a wanting look on his face.

"Yeah, but, I'm not going in there, I'll just wait outside." Harry smiles wider, grabbing my hand and practically pulling me through the white halls.

We pass groaning and sneezing. After every room we pass, I get more anxious to be in here and shivers just go up my spine. I hate this place. We go up elevators and pass what seems like thousands of rooms. Out of all of them, there's only one room that really matters.

"Wait out here, alright? Are you sure you want this? We don't have-" I press my lips to his, smiling through the kiss.

"Harry. I want this." I smile, rubbing my thumb across his cheek. He has no idea how much I've wanted this. He grins, giving me small kisses all around my face. I giggle and push him away. "Get in there," he winks at me, pushing through the doors.

My heart swells as I sit down on another plastic chair.

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After a painful 8 hours with Harry not coming out, I might in fact burst. My head will explode and I will just be happy because it exploded. I will die alone but, happy. My ears might be gone before I do, though.

I pace in front of my chair, scratching my forearm. I think I made a path through the tiles. I think Harry is dead. Riley probably choked him to death. Or broke his hand. Or both.

Finally, Harry pushes open those stupid-non-noise-proof doors, his cheeks pink and his eyes red. As he walks over, he hiccups, a depressing cast upon his face.

Oh no.

"Niall... " I begin to tear up, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Niall... she made it." Harry beams.