Here For You (Narry)

Chapter 8

A/N: I really have been trying to stick to my new update schedule, but it's really hard to keep up with regular updates on top of school and chores and all that shit. Oh well, I'm only one day late. I was planning on updating Monday, but I'm updating at 11:50 pm on Tuesday instead. I'm going to be really tired at school tomorrow. This chapter is kind of a cute one because the past few were so depressing. Sorry if there's any mistakes or typos I'm really tired right now.
P.S. The song I chose for this chapter is by Sabrina Carpenter, idk if any of you have heard her music yet but she's amazing. And her new album comes out soon! She's matured so much I'm so proud of her❤❤ Also, the song is especially perfect for Beverly's P.O.V. in this chapter.
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You can feel the sun
You can hear the wind blow
It's right outside of your window
There's so many reasons for you to be happy
Its all up to you
So don't be stupid
It's always worse in your head
So just take a second... - Smile by Sabrina Carpenter
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Beverly's P.O.V.
I tossed and turned in bed. The walls seemed too dark, too close.
I've always had trouble sleeping, but now it was worse than ever because my mind was so cluttered. I couldn't stop thinking about Niall and Harry. Or rather, my father and his boyfriend.
Do they even care about me or Nathan? I wondered. What will happen now? Will they want me to live with them? Or will they abandon me like John did?
I had to stop thinking. It was too much, I couldn't breathe. As silently as possible, I got up and tiptoed down the hall. There was one night caretaker at the foster home, an elderly man, who was supposed to watch over us while we slept. Luckily, he was fast asleep on his chair in the hallway and snoring loudly. Everyone else was asleep as well.
I quietly pushed open the door and stepped outside. The cold breeze immediately hit me, biting into my flesh and making me shiver under my thin pajamas. I didn't care though. In fact, I relished the cold. It was refreshing and took my mind off my unpleasant thoughts. It also washed away the feeling of suffocation. I sat down on the cold steps and just gazed around.
The sky was a dark shade of blue, tinged with a pale blue around the edges that hinted at the coming morning. I hadn't stopped to look at the clock, but I geussed by the color of the sky it must be around five thirty A.M. I had been up all night with my thoughts.
I don't know how long I sat there, just staring at the sky and thinking. In just a few days, my life had changed drastically. I got seperated from my family, met my long-lost father that I never knew I had, and was now living in a strange place just waiting for fate to deal me the next hand of cards. Maybe for once, they would be good ones.
As if acknowledging my thoughts, the sky gradually grew brighter and brighter. It changed from dark blue to light blue to pastel streaks of pink and yellow as the bright orange sun rose and shone from behind the clouds. The happy chatter of birds replaced the peaceful song of the crickets, and the freezing air lost its bite. Then the sun burst through the clouds, and it was as if the world came alive. Birds sang, the sun shone dazzlingly bright, and the sky finally changed one last time to a bright blue. I drew in a deep breath and felt something stirring in my chest.
Hope. The beautiful sunrise had sparked a little flame of hope inside me. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Today was a new day, fresh without any mistakes. And if the sunrise was any omen, maybe it would be a good day. A new start.
I did something then I hadn't done in a while. I smiled.
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Niall's P.O.V.
I sat on the bed gazing out the window at the sunrise. Harry was asleep next to me, his usually perfect hair tousled and spread all over the place. His mouth was open, issuing a soft snore. When he awoke I would tease him about his bedhead and snoring, and he would get playfully offended. But right now, he looked like a perfect angel. His hair and snoring just made him all the more adorable.
I somehow managed to tear my eyes away from my beautiful boyfriend and stare out the window instead. The huge glass window was right above our bed and provided a wonderful view of London and the sunrise. The sunrise was, actually, almost as beautiful as Harry. But then, I'm biased. It was really pretty though. The pastel - colored sky reminded me of new beginnings, of hope and good times to come.
Look at me, getting all sentimental over a sunrise. I chuckled to myself. How manly.
I almost jumped right off the bed when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.
"What are you laughing at, love?" Harry asked in his husky morning voice.
I melted into his embrace. Gosh, his morning voice and touch never failed to do things to my heart.
"I was laughing at you, princess." I replied.
"Oh yeah? What about me?"
I twisted in his arms to look at his face. One eyebrow was raised adorably, and his eyes were soft and warm as the comforter wrapped around him.
"Love?" Harry prodded.
I realized I had been too busy admiring him to answer his question.
"I was laughing at how adorable you look with your hair all messy and how cute your snores are." I teased him, playing with his curly hair.
His face pinched into a cute little fake scowl. "Why do you make fun of my hair?"
I pinched his cheek. "Because you're so fun to make fun of, Princess."
"You're mean." Harry complained.
"I know. So are you."
Harry locked his eyes with mine, and I spotted a mischievous sparkle. Before I could ask questions, he leaned forward to kiss me. My body responded instantly, and I leaned forward to kiss him back.
At the last minute, Harry pulled away.
"You know what? I feel like doing something today." He announced. I smirked. "I could think of a few things."
Harry just chuckled and planted a kiss teasingly on the corner of my mouth.
"I was thinking more along the lines of some interior decorating."
I groaned and flopped back on the bed. "Oh please, no. Can't we just stay in bed all day?"
Harry planted one more kiss on my dimples, then stood up. "Nope. If your daughter is really going to come live with us, we need to get a room ready for her. There's nothing girly in this house."
"There's you." I replied.
"Shut up."
I laughed. "Seriously though, we don't even know for sure if Beverly is going to come live with us. She might say no."
"All the more reason to be prepared for whatever happens."
"Do we have to?" I whined. Although I knew Harry had a point, my bed was just sooo comfortable.
"Yes. Now get up before I drag you out of bed."
I groaned again, but stood up anyway. "Okay, okay. I'm up."

Two hours later, I stood in the guest room armed with paintbrushes dripping in pink paint. Harry was on the other side of the room, hanging curtains while I painted the walls.
"Harry, I'm not sure this is a good idea. What if she's a tomboy and doesn't like pink?" I worried aloud.
"Stop fretting, love. If she doesn't like it, we'll change it to blue or something. No biggie."
I continued painting quietly, sweeping the brush in a rhythmic pattern in tune to my thoughts.
"Why is it so important to you that this room is decorated for her?" I asked. "I mean, it's a wonderful idea, but why the sudden determination? Yesterday, you weren't even keen on meeting her."
"I want to show Beverly we care about her." Harry's back was turned to me, and his voice was so soft I could barely hear him as he continued: "I know what it's like to feel that no one cares. I want to do the things I wished my father would have done for me."
I couldn't see Harry's face, but I knew it was sad. Although he never said it, I knew his past still troubled him. I hated seeing such an amazing person sad, and I wished I could just take all the pain away.
"I know I can't replace your dad, Harry. But you know that I love you, and I will never leave you like he did."
A corner of Harry's mouth turned up in a small smile. "Thanks, Ni. It's mutual."
How to make Harry really smile? Hmm... I looked at the dripping paintbrush in my hand and had an idea. Harry will kill me, but it's worth it to cheer him up.
I stepped quietly off the ladder and crept up behind my unsuspecting boyfriend. One quick swipe of my brush, and a large pink streak appeared on the seat of Harry's favorite black skinny jeans.
"What the- NIALL!!!!" Harry yelled.
Giggling like a toddler, I ran off before he could catch me. He chased me around the room, but I was faster. Never underestimate an angry Harry, though. He threw the curtain in his hands at me, so that the white material covered my head and vision. I stumbled and fell. Harry landed on top of me, successfully pinning me down.
"I'm sorry Princess, let me up!" I pretended to cry.
"Nope! You ruined my skinnies, now you're  paying the price!" Harry imitated an evil laugh as he poured slimy pink paint all over me.
"Okay, you had your fun." I groaned. "Now, will you please let me up? You're so stinking heavy!"
"Are you calling me fat? Rude!" Harry faked offense.
"No, I'm saying that you're squishing me!" I whined.
Harry laughed, but got up anyway. Even though I was acting all pissed about being covered in pink paint, I actually didn't mind if it made Harry laugh. Harry's laugh was beautiful, but he rarely laughed. Anyway, I will get him back...
Wih an evil smirk, I picked up the bucket of pink paint. Harry saw what I was doing a second before it happened, and started to back away.
"Nooo Niall, don't you dare-" He was cut off as I dumped the entire bucket on his head. Pink paint ran down his face, body, and most importantly, his hair. (Don't worry, it was the nontoxic stuff. I might love to mess with Harry, but I would never poison him)
"NIALL JAMES HORAN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!" Harry yelled, no, screamed would be the better word.
Shit. I'm in for it now.
I ran for my life.
Harry the bucket of paint and threw what was left of it at me.
"Paint war!" I yelled.
A full-on paint war ensued. Harry chased me around with paint, I got him back. We were so busy with our messy battle that neither of us head the door open.
"Erm..." Louis trailed off when he saw the mess.
The room was a total disaster zone. Paint was splattered all over the walls and floor. The curtains, sheets, and rug were all ruined and scattered haphazardly around the room. I didn't blame Louis for being speechless. (Something I hadn't known was possible for Louis)
Liam poked his head in, covering his eyes. "Is it that bad, Louis?"
"You might not want to see this, Mr. Daddy Direction." Louis replied. He was still staring at us as if his eyes were about to bug out of his head.
"Um, hi guys." I said awkwardly.
Liam peeked from between his fingers. "Holy shit, what the fuck?"
"Language!" Louis warned. He seemed to have recovered his usual sarcasm. "There's little girls in the room!"
For some reason, that one statement made us all crack up laughing.
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A/N: Isn't Narry so cute in this chapter?! Also, how do you guys feel about smut? I'm not planning on writing any, but I'd like to hear what you think about it. Also, what did you think of Beverly's thoughts in this chapter? Please comment!
I had the best day at school yesterday. I found out that my history teacher is a Directioner! Best teacher ever!!
I'm writing this as I'm walking to school and I'm almost there. (People keep giving me dirty looks cos I'm on my phone) So byeee hope y'all liked this chapter!
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xx Grace