Club 09 (Narry)

Two

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"Seriously, Nate?" was the first thing I said when I walked inside his room and threw the money I had gathered together that evening on his desk.

Nate looked up with a shocked and confused expression before he bit down on his lip, probably realizing what he did wrong. "Look, Ni, I can explain-"

"Oh, I sure believe you can."

Honestly, I was mad. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it sounded, but you could still say I was angry. I love my brother and I would do anything for him, but after thinking about everything once again after the show, I realized that this shouldn't be me. It shouldn't be me doing all this for him. Yes, I was probably not stopping anytime soon because I knew how much trouble he would get himself into, but I couldn't keep acting like this was okay. I had to let him know that he needed to stop this. "Niall, really. I swear, it was just a trick. Those guys-"

"Those guys are always your excuse!" I yelled. Of course I immediately felt bad when I could see his bottom lip tremble and his eyes filling with tears. That made me sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. I kneeled down so I was sort of at eye level with him and took his hand in mine. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice. I know you're only 19 and you're trying to explore the world, but why do you have to explore the bad side first?"

I didn't understand. He was a smart boy. Had always maximum in school, was always on time home, always listened to our parents. He was the perfect son. And I was the rebellious one.

Tables turned, and look at us now.

It wasn't until I felt a wet drop on my hand that I noticed Nate was crying. He was a very emotional and sensitive guy and I should have known better than to bring up this conversation the way I had. I should have slowly build it up, not just throwing it out like that. I knew this would be the result. Nate crying and me trying to comfort him with in the end me working twice as hard so I could pay off his stupidities once again.

"No, love don't cry," I sighed and slowly wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"I-I'm sorry, Ni. I-I'm so scared. I'm such a failor."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it again. I knew what was coming. Knew what he would say next, so I decided to help him out. He wouldn't say it himself first, though. I knew how he was. "You're addicted, aren't you?"

He didn't dare to look in my eyes and that said enough.

"God damn it, Nate!" I said disappointed, making him wince.

He tried to get away from me as far as he could, but I didn't let him. Instead, I just pulled him off his office chair and made him sit down on his own bed. My arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me so he was pressed against my chest, my own back resting against the headboard.

With soothing words and sweet nothings, I tried to sooth him a bit. I wanted to scream and yell and tell him how bad this was, but somehow, I couldn't. I couldn't mutter one bad or harsh word, because of the crying boy in my arms.

For a very long time we just sat there, Nate in my arms while I held him close to me. I thought he had fallen asleep, but then he suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence. "Please, don't tell mom, Ni."

All I could do was sigh and nod when he looked up to me. Blue, puffy red eyes from crying, showing the deepest of emotions:  hurt.

"Nate, darling, this seriously needs to stop. You need help, love," I tried, but I knew I would fail. Ever since we were kids we were scared of psychologists, doctors, nurses, anyone who would be there to "help" us. I grew over it when I was around the age of 10, but Nate would still rather be sick than going to the doctors.