I Hate You~Narry (Completed)

I'm sorry

Harry's POV:

Niall was really quiet on the way home. He would only really talk if I had to ask him a question. It seemed as though he was trying to ignore me.

We are now home and he still hasn't said much. He woke me up from my nap in the car to tell me we here home. Then he grabbed his bag and went inside.

I now stood outside by myself. I grabbed my bag from the boot of the car. I wheeled it behind me all the way to the house, bringing it in the house and upstairs into Niall and I's room.

The bathroom door in our room was shut and I could hear the water running. Niall was taking a shower.

I left the room going downstairs to watch the telly. Not waiting up.

Niall came down the stairs in joggers and a jumper. His hair was still down a lit damp even. I watched him make his way to the kitchen and watched his actions a little curious as to what he was doing.

He started to make food. He was like a endless pit. He could eat all day if he really wanted to.

My attention was drawn back to the telly when Manchester City scored a goal, making the score one/nil.

The score was still the same towards the end of the game. Manchester City almost scored again with ten minutes left of the match.

"Foods ready." Niall yelled.

"Coming." I didn't take my eyes off the the telly almost the whole time while dishing up my plate.

"Thank you." I kissed his cheek and walked back to the livingroom.

I didn't get a response, no 'you're welcome' nothing. Niall kind of brushed me off. I hate when he is angry or hurt. I hated when he ignores me like I'm nothing to him. It hurts.

Niall sat on the couch not far from me eating his food too. A new footie match had started. Niall seemed into the game but I couldn't get into it. I couldn't just ignore the big elephant in the room like he could.

Niall's POV:

Harry and I were now sat on the couch watching the footie game. I was trying to eat and focus on the game, but I could help notice Harry stareing at me.

What does he want? I couldn't deceiver the look on his face.

"Can I help you!?" My voice startled him a little making him jump. It came off a little mean which wasn't my intension.

"Sorry." He turned towards the telly.

"What do you want Harry?" He set his plate on the entable infront of us. I followed his actions. Then he proceeded to turn the telly off.

Harry signed. I gave him a confused look.

"I'm sorry but I can't ignore the elephant in the room anymore."

I knew what he was talking about now. He was talking about what happened in Ireland. I was trying to distance myself from Harry. I can see that he was hurt by that.

"What about it." I asked.

"You storming off and you were mad at me the rest of the night. I have no idea what I did." This made me a little mad.

"I felt embarrassed. I know I'm a horrible boyfriend, no need to announce it. I'm going to this stupid class what else do you want?!" I couldn't hold it anymore. I've been holding in my emotions for too long.

Harry noticed my tears and hugged me. My head rested in the crook of his neck. I held onto him tight, him being my support system since I've known him.

"I should have asked you before saying anything and I'm really sorry. Niall, you are not a horrible boyfriend. You're far from it. I'm proud of you for taking these classes. I'm going support you and be by your side every step of the way."

Harry pulled away from the hug wiping my tears away. He took ahold of my head kissing all over my face making me laugh but then he ended with my lips.

"We should get to bed. You have your first class tomorrow." I nodded my head following Harry up the stairs.

I stripped down to my boxer before climbing into bed. I cuddled into Harry closing my eyes puffing out a breath of air.

I needed to mentally prepare myself for tomorrow.