Hold My Hand | h.s. + n.h.

Prologue

Word Count; 4646

Dedication to Jenny20 for the lovely cover, thank youuu! (again :) )

I think the ending to this took me 2 weeks to do? I just couldn't think of what I wanted/had to happen. But it's done now! The new and improved edition of Hold My Hand is now officially on the go! 

May do a double update, I just need to go over Chapter One again and make sure everything ties up. Tip - don't write the first two chapters before writing the prologue.

Let me know what you think please? I really need to know if it was worth my time re-making this and if I should continue.

Keep in mind this is just flashbacks through the beginning of Harry and Niall's friendship and some of the memories that made their friendship strong.

-Mara :)

A Year and Seven Months Ago

Nick Grimshaw's Point of View

"Lads, this is Niall. Niall, the lads!" Louis chuckles and steps forward, offering up his hand for a hand shake. Niall takes it with a large smile. 

"Niall, sorry for Nick's poor introduction, he's rubbish at them. I'm Louis, and this tall, lanky thing beside me is Harry."

"Hey, I'm not that lanky."

"Oh honey, you are." I smile, amused, at my two friends as they do their usual bickering. 

"Uh, they always like that?" Niall asks and I nod, smiling widely at him as we continue to watch the two.

"Whatever," Harry mumbles after a little longer. He straightens himself up before turning his full attention to Niall to introduce himself. "Niall, it's a pleasure to meet you. As Lou said, I'm Harry."

I watch Niall and Harry more then easily merge into best friends in a matter of seconds as Louis side steps past them and takes Niall's previous space beside me. I nod to the table littered with drinks and Louis smiles. We make our way there and both pour ourselves some of the red liquid floating in a large saucer bowl. 

"How typical," Louis mumbles, after taking a sip of the red liquid, pulling his face in mock disgust. I nod as he continues. "Some random party go-er probably already laced this with alcohol." I shrug and Louis mumbles something about annoying drunks. I chuckle before focusing on watching the curly brunet and blond talking.

Harry's Point of View

"So, you're the famous Niall Horan everyone seems to be talking about lately?" He shurgs his shoulders as he looks down at the carpeted floor, a small blush reddening his cheeks. Cute.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Cool. What's it like?" He looks up, his blue eyes sharply clear, his face frowned in confusion. "Being, like, well known."

"Oh, you mean famous?" I nod and frown a little. I don't like using the word celebrity and famous to label people. They're regular people, same ability to feel, they've just been recognized by a lot of people for a reason or more. I shake my head softly at Niall when he raises his eyebrow at my expression, letting him know it's nothing he needs to worry about. He shrugs before continuing. "It's ok. The only thing that's really amazing is the fans, ya know? They're just so incredible and I really do have the best ones in the world."

I smile as I see this pride and warmth fill Niall as he talks about his fans. We spend the rest of the night getting to know one another, Niall getting smashed during the process. It's a funny thing seeing him drunk, and surprising that the stereotype that Irish-folk can hold their liquor well. Niall seemed to. Trying to get him to go home was a difficult situation.