harry pushed past all the sweaty, drunk bodies as he reached the bar. he looked around for the blonde boy until he saw a bit of bleach blonde hair poking out of the crowd. he, again, pushed himself through the crowd until he reached the drunk boy. he dragged niall away from whatever the hell he was doing, to the parking lot. he pushed niall into the backseat of the car.
harry parked his black range rover in niall's driveway. he grabbed niall by the shoulder and unlocked nialls door. harry made his way into his ex-home and into nialls room. he pushed niall onto the bed and sat on a office chair. he stared at niall intently. he looks really peaceful, harry thought. if you looked at him while he was sleeping, you couldnt tell hes broken. harry frowned looking around the room remembering all the nights he spent in there.
he stood up and walked over to the bed as quiet as possible. he kissed nialls forhead, whispering goodnight while walking out the door. of course harry wasnt gonna leave niall at this state knowing what he could do. he shut the door, receiving no squeaks from the door, and headed to his old bedroom.
it looked exactly as he left it. he gently laid down on the squeaky mattress thinking about why niall did it 11 months ago. well, attempted to. he seemed like the happiest person ever. its surprising in the end, the people who look really happy are the most broken.
