Code Black (N.S)

36.

Harry's POV

I stared down at the beautiful boy that was walking beside me. Taking in his blond hair, blue eyes, adorable smile and the slight pinkness in his cheeks, that I knew was due to the freezing outside weather.

His blush was something that should never leave his face, as it was such a nice change from his pale complexion. Even though I would find him beautiful regardless of whether or not he was blushing.

God, I seriously had a problem. I wasn't going to complain though. Being around Niall was the happiest that I've felt in ages. I rather enjoyed having genuine feelings for someone. 

"Are you coming to the game tomorrow, baby?" I asked him, breaking the calm silence that had fallen between us since we had left.

"Yeah, I-I guess. I mean, I will if you w-want me to," he replied, looking up at me. Though he seemed rather hesitant, he was slowly becoming more confident around me, something I was immensely proud of. Of course he hadn't improved fully and still got a bit of anxiety in public places, but he was trying. That was all I could ask for. 

"Of course I want you to come. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you there. Besides, I need your Irish arse there for good luck," I joked, making him roll his eyes.

"Harry, you know that I'm probably the most unlucky person e-ever," he said. 

"I wouldn't say the most...You are dating me," I teased him. 

He looked at me with a raised brow. 

"Okay, so maybe you aren't the most lucky. But you're cute."

"Shut up," he groaned and gently hit my chest.

"I'm sorry, love. I'll stop," I promised, moving my arm to wrap around his waist, though he pushed my hand away.

"No, I-I'm mad at you," he muttered, eyes narrowing at me.

"I'm sorry, baby. I won't do it again," I sighed, fighting my grin as I grabbed his hand and pulled him close to my body.

"You're so annoying, babe," he muttered, resting his forehead on my shoulder and letting out a sigh.

"Maybe I am but I don't hear you really complaining about it," I responded, kissing the top of his head.

He huffed, still refusing to look at me, but I noticed the way his mouth twitched as if he were fighting off a smile. 

"Baby, come on. I know I'm a pain in the arse but it's rude to ignore people," I teased when he remained silent.

"Fine," he huffed, slowly giving in as he leaned up to peck my lips softly.

"Better," I grinned, causing him to roll his eyes.

"I still want you there, though. I know crowded spaces aren't really your thing but it would be nice for you to come," I said.

"O-okay, I'll go," he replied.

I smiled and pulled him tighter into my chest.

"Get off. Y-you're all sweaty," he whined, trying to pull away.

"I didn't hear you complaining before," I smirked.

"Well I'm complaining now, so get o-off me," he moaned in annoyance.

I lifted him up into my arms, drawing a gasp of surprise at my unexpected action and wrapped his legs around my waist so he wouldn't fall.

"You're such an arse," he complained, not bothering to loosen his grip but I didn't care. I started to walk to my car, still carrying Niall. He tried to get me to put him down but I refused, loving the fact I was flustering him. He wrapped his arms around my neck tighter, leaning his head against them.

"You're not putting me down, a-are you?" he asked.

"Nope. Sorry, angel," I said, not sorry in the slightest.

He let out a sigh, although I could tell that he wasn't mad, he laughed a little, his blue eyes lighting up.

"You're an idiot," he stated, the fond look in his eyes completely contradicting his words. 

I smiled as I opened the car door and placed him in the front seat before I got into the drivers seat and started the car.

~

I finished the sentence I had been writing for my History paper, dropping the pen from my aching hand, not looking forward to picking it up again to write another two hundred or so more words to complete it.

The sudden vibration of my phone was what caused me to completely forget about my now abandoned paper, Niall's name flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" I said.

I frowned when I realised that it wasn't Niall who had called me but it was his mother.

"Harry?" she asked.

"Maura, what's wrong?" I took note of the distress in her voice.

"I just got home from work. I don't know what happened but Niall's having a panic attack," she said, the worry clear in her voice.

I felt my heart drop, making me feel like it had stopped beating.

"I'm on my way," I said and hung up. Thankfully, my mother and sister were out, leaving no distraction from me to rush out of the house and quickly hurry into my car as fast as I could go.

Niall's POV

I had been home for an hour or so and finally decided that I couldn't continue putting off my homework. I was halfway through my Chemistry homework when my phone vibrated. I looked down, frowning when I didn't recognise the number.

From Unknown:
Are you afraid of me, blondie?

My heart stopped, reading the message several times before it truly sunk in. There was only one person who would send that. Of course, I knew that he was out, I had seen him for myself but the fact that he had somehow found my phone number made things so much worse.

I began to hear his voice in my head. His words were incoherent but it was obvious what he was trying to say, the muffled sounds still sent shivers down my spine.

I locked my phone, burying my head in my hands and letting out several shaky breaths. I could hear the door of my room opening and my mother greeting me, though she was cut short when she realised what was happening.

"Ni, are you alright?"

I couldn't contain myself, I let out a sob, gripping onto my hair. The incoherent voices getting louder and louder. My chest tightened, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

"M-make them s-stop," I cried.

"Harry," I murmured, standing up from the chair, only to drop onto the floor due to my shaky legs. "Call Harry," I managed to say through struggled breaths.