{AU Narry}
•:ONE SHOT:•
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"Hey, Ni," Harry greeted his boyfriend of a year-and-a-half enthusiastically, smiling wide. He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss to Niall's lips, slowly moving them against the blue-eyed boy's mouth, receiving no reaction from him, much to Harry's dismay.
"Is something the matter?" he queried thoughtfully, attempting to entwine their fingers together, though the blonde made no move to return the small effort of holding his hand.
He knew Niall had been a bit stressed lately, but normally that didn't stop him from being the carefree, loving lad he always was.
"S'nothing, Harry," he mumbled, withdrawing his hand. "Just go do something, okay?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why his sweet Niall seemed so distant. That was never a word used to describe the wonderful boy that Harry had the pleasure of calling his boyfriend.
"NiNi, really," he pressed cautiously, making sure to use a tender tone. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
He couldn't help but feel even more worried as Niall rolled his eyes in frustration and annoyance, mumbling incoherent words of anger under his breath. Harry was truly worried for him now- what could have happened? Did he do something wrong? What if Niall left him?
"Harry," Niall said warningly. "Just drop it right now."
Harry reluctantly nodding, pressing a swift kiss to the top of the blonde's head before rushing off to the kitchen to prepare for dinner. Nervous thoughts invaded his mind, thoughts of Niall having problems. He honestly, truly didn't want Niall to be hurt or angry with him. He wasn't quite sure what could have possibly been wrong with him, as he'd been a bit off for the past week. He simply shrugged it off and continued to cook.
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Harry set the plates neatly on the table, lighting a candle in he center of the table for a romantic, stress-free glow and aura, hoping to lift Niall's spirits and ease his difficulty with whatever was going on. He had cooked chicken, well aware that it was one of Niall's favorite foods.
"Niall, babe," he called sweetly, strolling behind the couch and placing his hands onto Niall's shoulders, gently massaging them. "Dinner's ready."
"M'not hungry, Harry," he said, shrugging Harry's hands off. "Can't you leave me alone?"
Harry visibly cringed, though Niall's back was to him, so it didn't matter, much less make a difference. The words stung- even the way he was being treated. This wasn't his Niall. The Niall he knew would have hummed in content as Harry rubbed his shoulders, slowly getting up after a moment, turning to place a long, lingering, loving kiss to his lips, making no movement. He'd pull back with a lazy smile on his face, eyes still shut, as a sweet, "I love you," slipped from his lips. After a moment, he'd rush to the table, finding the candle endearing and the food delicious, devouring it quickly. He'd thank Harry, and they'd probably spend the night cuddling or goofing off, maybe even engaging into an intense snogging session.
But no.
His Niall didn't do that today.
So Harry blew the flame of the candle out, sighing as the smoke swirled into the air. He placed Niall's plate into the microwave incase he decided he wanted it later on, and then ate alone in silence.
He didn't like the eery quiet of their flat that evening. It was uncomfortable and unsettling, completely nerve-racking as he thought of any possible mistake he may have made over the past few days. But he thought of none.
