Prisoner's of Fate (Narry Storan)

Chapter 8

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NIALL’S P.O.V

I woke up and the first thing I felt was pain. Fuck. My entire body throbbed and ached, it hurt, and all I wanted to do was sleep until the pain went away, so that’s exactly what I did. I don’t think I slept for long. I kept dreaming about Harry and I think that was more torturous than the pain.

I kept thinking back to last night in the alley way. Why didn’t he help them while they were beating me? After all, it was his drug run that got busted as well. Maybe he likes you. NO! I can’t think those kinds of things. But why did he come back for me? Why did he apologise? I was so confused.

I got sick of being stuck with my thoughts so I pushed myself up so that I was sitting with my back resting against the headboard of the bed I was lying in. Where am I? I looked around the dimly lit room and realised it was Liam’s house. I shifted slightly and gasped at the pain in my ribs. This was not okay! I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. I wandered out to the kitchen. I was only in my boxers, Liam must have undressed me before he put me to bed or something. I walked through the kitchen doorway and smiled at the sight of my best friend making a delicious smelling breakfast.

“Morning Liam.” Wow. My voice sounded terrible.

“Hey Ni.” He smiled. “How’re you feeling?”

I sat down at the kitchen table and groaned as I felt that familiar pain in my ribs come shooting back.

“I’m feeling okay I guess. A bit beaten and bruised, but it’s manageable.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” He replied, walking toward me and filling my plate with bacon, eggs and toast.

“Thank Lili!” I smiled before starting on my breakfast.

“No problem my friend.”

We sat in silence for the rest of breakfast. Normally silence between Liam and I wasn’t awkward, but this morning was a different story. He kept stealing quick glances at me and he’d look away if my eyes met his. He seemed like he was itching to tell me something but he felt like he couldn’t.

“Spit it out Liam.” I said sternly.

His face instantly paled and he looked at me with wide eyes. He took a deep breath in and let it out as a shaky sigh.

“Niall, do you know how you got here last night?”

I thought about it for a minute. Harry, it has to have been him. Liam took my silence as a queue to continue.

“It was Harry, he brought you here.” He said through gritted teeth.

I wasn’t sure why he sounded so angry about it… wasn’t it better that he brought me here rather than leave me in the alley way?

“Yeah I know.” I think he almost choked on his food.

“Y-You what?!”

“I said I know Li. I know Harry brought me here. He came back after Louis and Zayn beat the shit out of me.” He didn’t say anything for a few long minutes.

“How do you know that? You were passed out when he brought you here!” He sounded stressed by the thought of me knowing.

“I passed out after he came back. I don’t know why he did though.” I laughed half-heartedly, blushing as I remembered how caring Harry had been and how he held my hand.

“I’m going to talk to him.” Liam said determinedly. “He has a lot of explaining to do.”

I didn’t respond, simply laughed awkwardly as I got up and took my plate to the sink, scrubbing it clean. When I turned around, Liam was standing behind me, eyeing me curiously.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He stated bluntly, he seemed almost hurt by the idea that I was keeping something from him.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Liam…” I whined.

“Niall...” He took in a deep breath again. “Just please tell me!” He pleased. “Niall, you’re my best friend! We tell each other everything… Why is this time any different?”

“Lac-”

“I mean it’s not like you killed someone or something.” Those words caught me off and I stared at him with wide eyes. “Wait… You didn’t kill anyone, right?” He checked.

“NO! No of course not!” I rushed.

I didn’t know what to do, I was feeling nervous and uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell Liam about my feelings for Harry. I know he accepted that I was gay, but saying that I was in love with the boy who was supposed to be my worst enemy was completely different. I didn’t know how to handle these feelings myself; how was my best friend supposed to deal with them? I hadn’t realised I had spaced out until I felt Liam’s hand tap the side of my face.

“Niall!” He yelled.

“What?!” I replied dopily.

“You spaced out. You only do that when you’re thinking about something that’s worrying you, so spill!” He demanded.

I looked at him with pleading eyes. I could feel the tears building and although I’d done it before, I didn’t feel like crying in front of Liam right now. I looked at him again and shook my head, whispering an ‘I can’t’ before making a bee line for the front door.

Once I was out, I ran and ran until I got home. I wished I had my car. I knocked frantically on my front door before remembering that I had my keys in my pocket. I unlocked the door and bolted up the stairs to my bedroom. I heard my mum trailing behind me, calling my name with worry in her voice but I simply ignored her.

HarryHarryHarryHarryLiamOhShitFuckHarryLiamLife!

My thoughts were almost crippling, absolutely unbearable. Why did I have to like stupid Harry? Why did Liam have to ask stupid questions? Why couldn’t I get my thoughts together? Why was Harry so damn good looking? Why? Why?! Why!

I rubbed my hands over my face and let out a frustrated sigh. I needed to do something about all this. You need to tell Harry how you feel. I hate my thoughts. I couldn’t just tell Harry how I felt. He’d be disgusted; hate me more than he already did. But you need to tell him! I can’t.

After mentally arguing with myself for god knows how long, I decided to take a shower to try and clear my thoughts a bit. I pushed myself up from my bed and slowly made my across the room to my bathroom.

I stripped down to my boxers and looked at myself in the mirror. Ew! Why would he want you? He wouldn’t. I pulled off my boxers and stepped under the steamy water. I felt my body instantly relax and all my thoughts were washed from my mind. I spent way to long in the shower and when I did finally get out, my skin was all wrinkled up. I dried myself off and went back into my room. I didn’t feel like wearing clothes but it was only 2pm so I put some boxers on and laid in bed again.

As soon as my head hit the pillow I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I was tired and sore and greeted the sleep happily. One thing was bothering me though, something I knew I had to do…  I just didn’t know how.

I had to tell Harry how I felt.

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