I Hate You~Narry (Completed)

Maybe Not

Niall's POV: 

I had woken up the next morning, the night before fresh in my brain. It was something that I wanted to forget. I woke up really hoping it was a dream, but sadly it wasn't. I can't believe he started to pick a fight right in front of my mum! I would have rather done that in a different location.

People say Harry and I are soulmates, perfect for eachother, hashtag goals. I feel that is far from the truth. If they knew how much we did fight they would be saying the complete oppisite. We would never pick a fight in front of others, it was just flat out rude and poor manors. 

I wasn't trying to be rude when I said it. I mean I did come to Ireland to have a break from Harry. Him being here was not helping. I understand why he thinks I'm the bad guy here, but really I'm not. 

I maybe shouldn't have said the things I did, but he just made me more mad. It was unnessary to pick a fight in front of my mum. It just made me so mad. He couldn't have just sat me down and talked about it. Hearing my mum yell like that was shocking to say the least. I was pretty upset when she didn't have my back. 

"You should call him." Greg came and sat down beside me on my bed. 

"I'm not calling him. We aren't even together anymore." I hissed in annoyance. 

"There is where you made your mistake."

"Greg, you don't understand. We fight like that all the time at home. I've about had enough. Calling me out like that in front of mum was not okay. I am just so fucking mad. Ugh, I hate him!"  I leaned on my knees putting my head in my hands. 

"You do what you think is best little bro." He patted my shoulder a few times before leaving shutting the door behind me leaving my trapped with my inantimate objects and my thoughts. 

I didn't know if I had made  a mistake with not call Harry. I didn't care at the time. Maybe we weren't soulmates, perfect for eachother, or goals. We were just Niall and Harry.

Harry's POV:

I woke up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. I was meeting with Kiara to get coffee. I had to leave in half an hour. I got up and showered, then made sure I had my keys, phone, and wallet. I got in my car and made my way to the coffee shop. 

I was happy I had made a new friend. I had known her for five minutes and I could tell her all my problems. Kiara was so easy to talk to, even easier than Niall sometimes. I can't believe I hadn't seen her before she looked to be around my age and grew up in Cheshire.

I pulled up in front of the coffee shop and got out of the car. I opened to door to the small place. I was instantly hit with the smell of coffee. I came to love the smell ever since I was little. I spotted Kiara in a booth in the back. She stared at her phone, something peeking her interest. I walked over and sat in the seat across from her. She jumped a little in surprise, but greeted me anyways.

"Harold!" She beemed. 

"Kiara! Damn, still need to think of a nickname for you!" I smiled just as wide.

"Sorry I didn't order you something. Didn't know what you wanted." She tapped on the side of her cup. 

"That's understandable. I'll be right back." I got up from my seat and made my way up to the register to order. A guy who looked like he didn't want to be there took my order. You looked in his mid twenties, around six foot, he had dark brown hair and a slight five o'clock shadow on his face. 

"What can I get you?" 

"Um...I'll get a...small turtle mocha no whip." I answered aotumatically. I get the same thing every time. 

"Name?" He asked. 

"Harry." He scribbled it on the side of my cup with a black sharpie. I waited till my name was called before I went and sat back down with Kiara. 

"Finally, you're back!" I laughed. 

"Yeah. The guy that took my order was weird. Seemed as though he hated his job." Kiara laughed. 

"He took my order too!" I smiled. 

"So...any calls from Niall?" She asked. My mood deflating a little. 

"Sadly, no." I dropped my head in sorta shame. 

"He will call you! I don't want a grumpy Harold, I want a happy one!" She pulled the sides of my mouth upwards into a kinda smile. 

"What if he doesn't? He looked so mad, if never seen him that mad." My concern grew by the second. 

"I think he will, you two love eachother. But if he doesn't then there is something seriously wrong in his brain." 

"He has always been so stubborn. He is probably waiting for me to call him." I picked up my phone ready to dial Niall's number. 

"No!" Kiara snatched my phone out of my hand. "You need to stand strong. Niall needs to understand that he has done wrong!" 

"Okay, okay. I won't call him." I had been defeated. She gave me phone back with a little hesitation. 

"Can we go somewhere?" She asked. 

"That depense are you going to kill me?" I asked just being cautious. I just met her yesterday. You never know. I also was joking a little.

"Maybe. Come on lets go!" She grabbed my wristed and dragged me behind her out of the coffee shop. She startes to pick up speed first speed walking, then jogging, and then it turned into a full on running spree. I was out of breath, I hated running with a passion. We were getting away from civilization. All that surrounded us was trees and dirt. We continued to follow a path until she took a sharp turn off the path. I had no idea where we were now. As we continued to run I could see an opening in the trees. We seemed to be running closer and closer to it.

"Kiara, I'm going to have a heart attack if we keep running!" She did slow down a little. Which turned into a light jog. 

"This is it." She smiled and let go of my wrist. I watched as she climbed around a few tree branches before disappearing from sight. I wanted to follow but was a little hesitant. This could be the end of me. I dicided to say fuck it and go. I weaved through tree branches and leaves. The other side was the complete opposite. It as wide open. It was a cliff. The water seemed millions of miles down. The view was amazing from up here. Kiara sat not far from where I had been standing. I sat down next to her. 

"Wow, how did you find this place?" 

"My parents are divorced now, but they used to fight all the time. I hated to listen to it. I would leave on my own or sometimes my mum would tell me to leave for a few hours. Then one day I went off the path and found this place. I started to come here when I was fifteen. I used this place as a thinking place or to get away from life for a few hours." 

"I'm sorry about your parents. Mine are divorced too." 

"Nah, it's fine. I don't really mind. It was awhile go." There was a few minutes of comfortable silence between us as we took it the scenery. 

"I wish I would have known this place existed when I was younger. It would have helped a lot." 

We sat and talked until the sunset. We never ran out of things to talk about.