Narry One Shots

What Kind Of Fool

This was inspired by the song "What Kind Of Fool" by Barbra Streisland and Barry Gibb. (I suggest the Glee version because I like Blaine. No questions asked. *smiles warmly and hands you earphones and chocolate*)

Warning: This oneshot is extremely sad (or maybe not for some of you, IDK). So if you want to read fluff, I suggest you don't read it. :(

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There was a time
When we were down and out
There was a place
When we were starting over

"Shut up!" Harry screamed. "Get out of the house right now!"

"But-- but it's not true," I shouted, pointing at the magazine. "I didn't cheat on you! Believe me, please."

"No! You've told me that too many times," I saw the tears running down Harry's face as he turned away. "There's no starting over anymore, Niall."

We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now

From the moment he slammed the door in my face, reality started to seep in.

It's over now. It's not Narry anymore. It's Harry and Niall.

The magazine was right: I was cheating on Harry. The only excuse that I can make is that it was only a one night stand.

But that doesn't mean that I don't love Harry anymore; I love him with all my heart. It's just that sometimes, I need a bit of a spark to keep things going.

There was a world
When we were standing still
And for a moment we were separated

I trudged over to Louis's house, because I knew he'd always welcome me with open arms.

I knocked on the door three times: our secret code. Most fangirls or journalists knock on the door more than necessary; others knock about two times. So Louis and I agreed that whenever we needed each other, we will knock exactly three times.

As expected, he immediately opened the door. As he saw my state, he quickly ushered me in with a worried expression.

"What happened to you, Ni?" He asked as soon as we sat down on his couch.

"I--" I choked on my words. "I broke up with him."

Louis gasped unintentionally. "With Harry?"

There, my tears started to flow uncontrollably down my face. Louis leaned over for a hug as I nestled my face against his shoulders.

"Look, you can stay here for as long as you like, okay?" He soothed me, and I hiccuped in reply.

And then you found her
You let the stranger in
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now

A few weeks later, I found a magazine lying crumpled on Louis's desk. "Harry Styles, handsome as always! Already found himself a new girl!" The title read, and the only thing I could do was stand there in shock.

What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow

Tears stung my eyes as I opened the magazine. It had "exclusive pictures" of the girl and Harry snogging each other, and one where he was whispering into her ear.

Just like how he used to do to me.

I slammed the magazine on the ground as I ran out the door.