Niall's never really liked hospitals. He's hated them since he lost his parents in one. Niall's parents were in a car accident when he was younger, his brother Greg took care of him till he was eighteen and Niall went off to college.
Niall only ever comes to the hospital if it's an emergency or needs his shots updated. Hospitals hear more prayers than most churches and that makes Niall feel uneasy. Churches would hear more prayers you'd think but surprisingly they don't. The walls are bare expect for a sign or a random landscape picture. Niall hates hospitals.
Harry's holding his hand and he's leading him down the ward with all the cancer patients and smiling nurses. It's weird, Niall thinks. The nurses smiling even though there are people suffering in the rooms he passes walking down the hall.
Niall and Harry reach a room with the number 214 on it and Niall's nervous. He wants Anne to like him, wants her to see how much Niall loves Harry and he's taken care of. He wants her to know that she won't have to worry about her son, that she won't have to worry about Zayn paying her medical bills. Niall wants them both to know that they're taken care of.
Harry rubs small circles on Niall's hand when he notices Niall's nerves getting to him and gives him a soft smile. "She's going to love you."
"I hope so," Niall says nervously. Parents don't seem to like Niall because of his job and the status that he's held to. Meeting people in general makes Niall nervous honestly. He's nervous but he's ready. He's ready to meet the women who made Harry. Meet the women who raised Harry to be as wonderful as he is and to thank her. Thank her for being Harry into the world so Niall could have the chance to met him and to be the one to fall for Harry and take him off the market.
Harry pushes open the door and smiles when he sees his mother sitting up in her bed watching tv. She has a scarf covering her head and she looks tired but she has a bright smile, Niall thinks. Her eyes fill with joy at the sight of Harry and it melts Niall's heart, no matter how cliché it sounds. Even with all the wires and the tired eyes, she's beautiful and strong.
"Harry dear!" Anne says happily.
Harry smiles and he leans down to hug Anne and kiss her on the forehead. He sits down on the bed and takes her hand in his and rubs it softly, "How are you mum? Feeling better today?"
She smiles and rests her other hand on top of his, "I always feel better when I see you love."
"Good I'm glad you're doing well. How many more treatments do you have?" Harry asks, still rubbing Anne's hands.
"Oh, I have about four left," Anne smiles again, looking over at Niall, "But that's not what I want to talk about. Who's your friend?"
Niall smiles nervously as he shifts his weight from on foot to the other. Harry looks up at him, smiling and he stands up and takes his free hand and grabs Niall's. "Mum, this is Niall. The one I told you about meeting at the strip club during my shift? He's my boyfriend."
"Oh of course! Harry talks about you all the time. I'm so glad he found someone like you. And please before you call me ms, call me Anne love," Anne says, smiling at Niall.
"I'm glad I could finally you Anne. I'm happy to have found Harry. I couldn't ask for anyone better," Niall says, returning the smile.
"Mum I have some news, about Zayn and the strip club," Harry says, smiling softly at her.
Harry tells his mum everything. Harry hasn't really talked to anyone else until he came across Niall. He'd say he's become good friends with Louis and Liam but they've been up to there own things lately as a couple. She knows about Zayn and his feelings. She never approved of Harry stripping for Zayn but because he was paying her medical bills, Harry stripped and he gave lap dances, and he met Niall.
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Stripper (Narry)
FanfictionHarry is a stripper and he's all Niall can think about. The only thing is there's something about Harry's job that Niall isn't quite aware of yet. ps: this story is dedicated to my friend Victoria because honestly if it wasn't for her, I never woul...