I Hate You~Narry (Completed)

Why?!

This is my first thing I have written with chapters, so I don't know how it will go. Don't know how many chapters there will be. This fanfic is a Narry Storan. BoyxBoy

WARNING: Fowl language

LISTEN TO: When I'm Gone~ 3 Doors Down. Helped my write this chapter. Especially leading
up to later chapters.

Harry's POV

I was sitting at home by myself. Niall went out for pints with some of his mates. It's been a couple hours since he left, he should be home any minute.

About 15 minutes later I heard the front door open and slam shut moments later. I heard shoes hit the floor as they were taken off. Stumbling and a few curse words were heard out of the Irish lads mouth. I could hear him stomping down the hallways.

Niall always comes home drunk, when you goes out for some pints. He knows I hate it when he does but, he still does it anyways. He never can control his emotions when he has consumed alcohol. He gets angry a lot, mostly at me when I've done nothing wrong. He will apologize the morning after and me forgiving him a couple minutes later. I told him he needs to go get help for his drinking but he refuses to he says he doesn't need help and he can get his drinking under control himself. He keeps saying this and nothing is changing. Im about to hit my breaking point.

The blue eyed boy had entered the room. He made his way to the couch, wobbling in the process. He picked up the remote that had been placed on the table in front of him, quickly changing the channel.

"Niall, I was watching that." I spoke.

"We can watch golf, instead of your shitty shows." He retorted. This angered me. I wasn't going to be treated this way by my intoxicated boyfriend. I get treated like shit every time. I needed to stick up for myself.

I picked up the remote and shut the tv off.

"Haz, what the hell?" Niall's voice raising an octave higher.

"Niall, you need to go get help." A half empty beer bottle that was left on the table from the night before went flying across the room hitting the wall, glass and alcohol flew everywhere. Niall was beyond pissed.

"I DON'T NEED ANY FUCKING HELP! YOU CANT TELL ME THAT I NEED HELP WHEN IN REALITY IT'S YOU WHO NEEDS IT! I'M NOT THE ONE THAT HAS AXIETY,OCD, PANIC DISORDER, OR CYCLOTHYMIC DISORDER! LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NEEDS IT! IM NOT A FREAK!" Niall yelled at the top of his lungs.

I have felt like a freak for years. I've had these disorders for a long time, even before I met Niall. I never went to talk to anyone because I knew I could solve them myself. I knew that my problems would not be solved right away it would take time. I'm getting better I've learned to control my emotions or clean every speck of dirt I see.

Niall is the only person I have trusted with these things besides my mother. He knows that this a very touchy subject, I don't like talking about and he just brings it up like its nothing. Like people say "the truth comes out when under the influence of alcohol."

"You know I'm trying to work on myself. I'm getting better, you're making yourself worse. You promised you wouldn't drink so heavily." Tears were trailing down my face and I didn't care if Niall saw them.

I wasn't really in the mood to talk to an intoxicated Irish lad. I turned around and made a beeline to Niall and I's bedroom. Before I closed the bedroom door behind me Niall said three words to me that broke my heart.

"I never promised."