I Can't Help Falling In Love With You - Narry Storan

13. For I Can't Help Falling In Love With You

Harry continues talking about more than his date with Selena, if he can even call it that anymore. He keeps playing with Niall's hair as the boy snuggles into Harry's chest. Slowly falling asleep, it's been a long day for Niall.

"You asleep now?" Harry whsipers softly and there's not a single sound come from the blonde, that's his answer, Niall's away dreaming. Harry can't help but think he almost lost this boy. He almost lost his absolute bestest friend in the whole wide world who he loves more than anything. Loves. Harry loves him.

As he looks at him, Harry knows that he loves Niall. But he can't work out what it is. He loves him but how? Why does he love Niall?

Maybe it's the way Niall always comes to Harry for comfort in things, in times in his life that are tough, he always has come to Harry.

Harry will always be there for Niall, no matter what, he's explained that to the blonde. No end of times, it doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing, Harry will always come and find Niall. It brings him back to how he almost lost him, Harry doesn't know what he would do if Niall wasn't lying here in his arms. He doesn't know what he'd do if Niall wasn't here at all! He doesn't know how he'd feel, would he feel as if it was his fault for not being with the blonde all the time? Or would he say that it wasn't his fault, that it's just something that happened, but it would never be 'something that happened' to Harry, oh no, it could never just be something.

Harry would never forgive himself if he actually did lose Niall. Harry can't help but think why wasn't he with the blonde boy? That day. That horrible day nearly two years ago?

But Harry can't be more thankful because Niall's alive, Niall's breathing and he's snuggled up against Harry's chest like it's in his second nature.

But Harry can't help but to notice how right this feels. How right it feels to wrap his arms tightly around the blonde and hold him securely in place, almost as if someone's going to take him away. Harry kinda likes how nice this feels. Holding Niall close and listening to him breathe, reminds him that Niall is there, Niall is here with him instead of out somewhere or up in heaven, or hell since he isn't as innocent as Harry first thought. Harry chuckles a little at the thought of Niall even going near another human. Let alone their genitals. He can't really believe what Niall had done.

Niall's done more than Harry will ever do with someone. Harry likes hearing stories about Niall's outside him life, because Niall likes parties and drinking, "it's in my blood," Niall would always tell him, Niall's accent gets stronger when he's been drinking. At the age of sixteen you wouldn't expect it but he likes a good drink.

Harry can't deny he doesn't enjoy drinking, but he likes a good drink too, but usually stops because although Niall's Irish, he can't handle his drink, so Harry has to be his mum and usually ends up towing his drunk best friend home at early hours. Of course Maura would always thank him and he'd say it's not problem. Then he remembers the time Niall tried to kiss his cheek and Harry realises now that it wasn't just Niall being stupidly drunk but because he's not straight. And it makes much more sense.

Harry laughs quietly to himself at all the stupid things drunk Niall does, and he finds himself cuddling the blonde, really cuddling him, instead of just the usual, let's him sleep on him, but Harry really cuddles him. Tight and secure.

And Harry realises he likes Niall more than just his friend, these aren't platonic feelings anymore, he really likes Niall, he doesn't feel this way about Selena or any of the girls he's dated. He likes Niall.

No, he loves Niall.

(I've written a few more chapters too so I'll update them all (: )