My Brothers Bestfriend (NARRY AU)

4.0 | Noisy

This Chapter is dedicated to tracej91 because she actually comments and is so kind:)
Sorry for a late update, I had school from 9-3:20 and work from 4-8 so I'm just getting off rn.. :) so this chapter is so short, I'm sorry:(
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Harry
I haven't talked or said a word about Niall or to Niall since the day in the library. I haven't cut since and I have to say I was extremely proud was a understatement. I was so stupid to do a relapse. It's been exactly 14 days, some people like to say 2 weeks but 14 days seems a little more in time.
I haven't told anyone, not Louis, not Leslie, and of course not Liam. Liam despises Niall, and will not pass up the option to smash his face in. Which scares me.
I still love Niall and I was actually tempting to text him to see how he is. Like just to see if he was alright or holding up. Yeah that's my excuse.
I hovered my finger over Niall's caller I.D tempting and fighting with myself. I wasn't completely sure what I wanted to do.
I wasn't sure honestly if I'd regret it or not, because I haven't yet regret comforting him a couple weeks ago, which scares me. It scares me because obviously I still love him with all my heart. I just had so little trust in him and it would take a lot for him to gain that trust back.
There was a little possibility of ever getting back together with Niall and I just wish we could back to just being friends. It was better that way.
I tapped the call button, and pressed the phone up to my ear it was now or never.
It rang for nearly a decade before he answered with his raspy voice. I must have awoken him.
"Harry?"
"It is I," he chuckles. It was so nice to hear his laugh, I missed it dearly. "How are you Niall?"
"I'm great," he pauses. It was very quiet on the phone and I almost regret called him. "Um Harry?"
"Yes Niall," I murmur.
"Have you?" I was slightly confused. "You know?"
"Have I what?" I asked. He exhales loudly on the phone.
"Have you cut yourself recently because I need to know. It's eating me alive," it sounded like he was gonna cry. This conversation was going so good. I don't want him to cry.
"No Niall, not since that day in the library," he sighs a relief.
"That's great, if you ever feel on the verge again. You have my number, ok?"
"Of course," I pause. This conversation was kind of going no where. "Look Niall, do you want to meet up somewhere. Like at the beach? The snows almost all off the ground. We could take a walk on the beach and just talk."
I rambled and I hated rambling especially in front of Niall.
"That would be great Harry," he sounds almost hesitant.
"I'll pick you up?" I mumble.
"Okay," he says.
"I'll see you in a bit," and I hung up. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in as I lay down on my bed. That was a rough conversation.
I had my sweat pants already on and I just needed to put a sweater on. It was nice now that is was finally sweater weather.
I grab a black adidas sweater from my closet as I throw it around my lanky body. I grab a beanie on top of my dresser and put it on my head tucking in the loose hair. I was ready.
I slip outside my room and down the stairs trying to leave in a hurry. But obviously Liam was a nosy one and almost shouted at the top of his lungs so my mum could hear him.
"Where you off to Harry?" Liam asks. I stop dead in my tracks and turns round to Liam sitting at the kitchen island.
"I'm just going to see Louis," I explain. Liam laughs. "What's so funny?"
"Louis is here mate, with Leslie," he chuckles. "Now tell me where your really off to?"
I look to see my mom watching intently on our conversation.
"I'm just going for a walk on the beach," I say nervously.
"By yourself?" Why was he so concerned.
"Yes, now I'll be home before 11. Goodbye," I shut the front door loudly as I make my way to my car and sped off to Niall's house. What the fuck was I doing?