Sickening - Narry

4: Home, sweet home

Well this day is going to suck...

I awake with a sinking feeling in my stomach. No matter how much I wish last night, and the following discovery by Harry, to have not happened, it certainly did.

My goal for this morning: avoid Harry at all costs, grab my stuff, and get out of there as fast as possible. I begin phase one... hoping that Harry is still asleep--which from the information I was able to gather so far, he was--I climb out from underneath the blankets, sliding off the mattress and making a silent, creeping, dash towards the door. I turn the knob and slide through the small opening before the rustling in the bed, Harry, can make a peep.

Once safely in the living area, I grab my jacket and look around...shit my clothes.

Not wanting to re-enter the room where Harry lay asleep, I look around the floor and am infinitely relieved to see an old pair of joggers on the ground. Harry's of course.

I slide the pants on, grab my jacket, zip it up, and open the front door. Though i'm not quick enough; Harry opens the bedroom door and starts to yell "Niall, you there-" he begins. I throw my body onto the front stoop and slam the heavy front door closed, jogging down the concrete steps to the sidewalk below.

I knew that once I made it out of the building I was safe considering Harry's lack of clothing at the moment.

Walking down the street for a couple blocks, I throw my hand in the air, signaling to the small taxi that was approaching me that I was in need of a ride. I quickly describe my address and lay my head on the back rest, letting out a relieved sigh. I look down at my phone, which is now nearly dead, and send a couple quick texts to Liam and Louis. I let them know that I would be returning home for the rest of the week and to inform Harry if they see him.

I only receive a "Tell him yourself, arse." from Louis. As expected.

I don't reply. I hand the driver some cash from my pocket and shut the door behind me. I take a few steps towards my front porch and quickly climb the steps. I feel a buzz in my pocket and slide my phone out, reading the message as I finally unlock my front door and make my way inside.

Haz:

"Missed you this morning. Hope you're feeling better xx"

I let out an audible groan and plop onto the sofa.

What have I done?

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I flew out a couple days ago and have spent such time with family. It's nice to be back in Ireland--surrounded by family and old friends. I still haven't responded to Harry, knowing that any conversation would veer into a discussion of what had happened our last night together.

During this time i've asked myself: what was I supposed to think? Did I just read too much into the situation?

I mean, Harry certainly never asked me to touch him, but did he imply his 'okay-ness' with the prospect of such? He definitely doesn't have a problem with me SEEING his naked body, as proven by his nakedness that night, but did I take it too far?

What did he mean when he said "Why'd you stop?"

Did he actually mean it? Maybe I should ask. Honesty is the best policy, and I sure would love to talk to him. We don't usually go longer than a day without talking, much less three.

As much as I wanted to talk to him, I knew it was best to wait till I was home and could see him in person. For the next few days, I'll chill with family and friends and anticipate what I will say to Harry once I see him in person.

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Sorry this chapter was short and boring. Just needed to have a filler chapter to lead into the next part. Thanks & love xx