Code Black (N.S)

58.

Niall's POV

I awoke in a similar position to how I fell asleep; in Harry's arms. He was still asleep, completely undisturbed by my awakening. I sat up a little, grabbing my phone and checking the time. It was just past one in the afternoon, so I was rather shocked that I was able to get that much sleep.

Harry's phone was buzzing next to him and I could faintly see that there were several texts from Louis and Zayn. Clearly, Harry hadn't told anyone aside from me that he wasn't going to school. I turned to look at Harry again, immediately getting distracted by just how beautiful he actually was.

Times like this, I wondered how I managed to get so lucky. Harry was mesmerising, simply put. I didn't know why someone like him had any sort of interest in someone like me. I wasn't about to question it. I was happy and that was what mattered. 

"Enjoying the view, love?" he mumbled, eyes still closed but a smirk was evident on his face. I realised that I was probably staring at him for a while now and I knew that I most likely looked like a massive creep. I felt my face heat up. 

"S-sorry," I mumbled.

"It's okay, Ni. I would have stared if it was the other way around," he said, opening his eyes to grin at me. That statement was extremely familiar. I was immediately reminded of the first time he slept at my house, before we were even together. Judging by the smirk and the fond look in his eyes, he was thinking of the exact same thing.

"You're such a sap," I rolled my eyes, looking at him again, not being able to stop the shy smile from appearing on my face. 

"It's been nearly a year and you're still just as shy and adorable around me as you always have been," he commented, sitting up and pecking my cheek lightly.

"N-not my fault that you always make me nervous, arsehole," I replied bitterly.

"Well, this arsehole loves you," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes again. 

It fell silent after that, though I didn't need to respond to that. Harry knew that I loved him more than any words could express.

"C'mon, let's get up," he said, standing up and grabbing my hand in his.

"I don't want to," I groaned, pulling my hand from his grip.

"Too bad," he grinned, pulling me up before I could try and stop him.

~

Harry and I were laying on my couch, cuddled so close together that we were basically ignoring the large space on the other end of the couch. It was near to the end of the movie when Harry's phone began to vibrate, making him let out a sigh and pick up the phone. He pressed answer and held the device up to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked.

It was silent for a minute, before Harry let out a quiet curse.

"Damn it, mum," he mumbled into the phone. He eventually hung up and turned to look at me.

"Mum's having an old friend fly in from America. She's pretty busy and wants me to go pick them up from the airport. Do you mind if I left you alone for a little?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"I'll be o-okay. See you later?" I asked him.

"Definitely. Are you sure that you'll be okay by yourself?" he questioned.

"Yes, Harry. I'll be fine. Go help your mum a-and I'll see you later," I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, I love you," he stood up, kissing my forehead softly. 

"Love you too," I told him as he left, sighing quietly as he closed the door behind him. 

I stood up from the couch, heading back into my room in order to grab my phone. I entered my room, immediately seeing my phone laying on my nightstand, newly repaired screen gleaming in the light. I let my eyes drift towards the picture frame settled beside it. The picture of me and dad. I reached over and lifted it up, looking at it and like always, felt tears pool in my eyes.

The picture suddenly slipped out of the frame, before it gently floated down and landed faced down on the floor.

What made my heart race was the writing that was on the back of it.

I picked the paper off of the floor and looked at it closer, recognising the handwriting immediately. It was my father's.

'Niall, ask your mother for the real letter. She'll know what you mean.

-Dad'

~

I must have been staring at my father's messily written note for quite a while because I soon heard mum enter the house. I immediately rose from my bed with the intention of getting answers from my mother. I was scared of what was possibly going to happen but the curiosity outweighed that.

"Hi, Niall," she said once she had noticed me enter the room. She soon seemed to notice my frantic state because she frowned in confusion. "What's wrong, love?"

"Mum, what's this about a r-real letter?" I asked her.

Her face morphed into one of realisation, her eyes widening as she caught on to what I was talking about. She didn't say anything, she just walked towards her room. I assumed that she wanted me to follow her, so I did just that. I walked into her room to see her looking through one of her drawers before pulling out a sheet of paper.

"Here," she handed it to me. "Don't get mad at me for not telling you this sooner. I wasn't quite sure if you were ready to find out about it," she said.

I was confused but I nodded and walked out of her room and back to mine. I assumed that I would want to see this in private. I sat back on my bed and unfolded the folded piece of paper.

'Niall, if you're reading this note right now, I assume that you found what I wrote on the back of that photo of us. I'll make this quick because I don't have a lot of time.

In a few days time, the police are going to contact you and tell you that I've killed myself but that's a lie. Yes, I'm going to die but I assure you that it's not suicide. He forced me to fake a suicide note so no one suspected anything. I died to protect you.

Ryan was a friend of mine. We had been friends for many years and we were close. He was like a brother to me. That is, until he met you.

Things were fine until one day, they weren't. He was obsessed with you, he said all of these horrible things that no one should never say. You were a child, Niall. I told him that he was insane, I yelled and told him that he wasn't allowed near us again, especially you. He got mad at this and told me that if I stood in his way, he would kill me.

Hopefully he remains as far away from you as possible. Your mother knows about this and I know she will tell you when you're ready to know about it. 

I love you, Niall,

-Dad.