Innocence

Chapter #4

Niall never really experienced what it felt like to have dreams, joyful ones at the very least.

He just wasn't that sort of guy, furthermore explaining why he was always stuck with those terrifying nightmares that Niall could hardly get adapted to watching on replay every dark and lonely night.

Adding to the situations desperate call for attention and pain, the nightmares added up rapidly.

He tossed and turned without end, and for some odd reason, even with all the problems surrounding him, Harry felt somewhat troubled.

The poor boy had no idea what to do for Niall, considering that Harry knew so little about Niall, yet he still wanted to protect the boy so much.

It was an uncommon feeling for Harry, all the anxiety building up in his stomach, until he couldn't bear it anymore and it scattered through his insides.

Yet it felt so good, in such a strange a way.

Harry had basically found his own personal drug: Niall.

"Morning, Ni." Harry's morning voice rumbled as Niall picked his blonde head up lazily, flickering his eyes over to the emerald ones he had fallen in adoration with.

Niall smiled a little bit, blush creeping on his cheeks. "Mornin' Haz. Were you just watching me?"

Harry mimicked Niall's blush, slight pink tinted over the apples of his cheeks.

He was, apparently, and Harry hadn't even noticed.

"Seems like it, Ni." Niall grin grew a tad larger, loving his intelligent remarks.

"Don't start with me, Styles." Niall groaned, pushing himself up and off the firm mattress, approaching the steel bedroom door.

Niall looked behind him, "You coming?" He asked, pointing into the main hallway which seemed to stretch dozens of miles across.

"Of course, I'm following you everywhere, remember?" Harry and Niall smiled simultaneously, falling for the only bright light illuminating the room: their beautiful shimmering clear eyes.

"Right."

The two walked through the stretching hallway, a miniscule space separating the beaming pair.

They were both comfortable this way, however, so didn't bother them much.

That was until Niall's swinging hand brushed over Harry's.

Tension filled the space between them, and those tingling feelings inside of Harry's stomach from earlier literally enveloped him.

Niall moved over maybe a foot over, finding the situation extremely awkward.

"How was your night boys?" Liam asked, munching on a nearly rotten apple.

Harry flinched in disgust, Niall watching him attentively.

Niall smiled a bit, that's adorable.

"Not the best, Liam. Thought you'd know."

Liam smirked, and Harry's stomach twisted into several different knots and ties.

He really did not enjoy that face, not one bit.

It's repulsive, and that's an understatement.

"Why the fuck are you eating a rotten apple? That's disgusting." Harry scoffed, yanking a banana off the china serving plate in the precise center of the marble countertop, peeling it from the opposite end.

"Explains your personality perfectly, Liam.Thought it was obvious, Haz." Niall said clearly, and the other two gave him an endless stare.

Liam was fuming, chest heaving up and down forcefully, clenching his fists until his sweaty knuckles turned pale white.