Short Stories

Soft Touches (Narry)

Here's the next prompt to my list of prompts I gave you guys.

Prompt Five:

Niall had been raped by his dad when he was four till he was six. And now twenty he still is so cautious and scared around people, even with his boyfriend.

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Niall was sitting on the couch in his and his boyfriend of three years flat. He was watching those stupid rape and kidnapping stories on the tv and truly even he didn't know why he was doing that. What he should be doing is calling his boyfriend Harry Styles and asking where the hell he was, but he was too engaged into a story of a woman who got kidnapped out of her bedroom window and taken to a desert to get raped.
He whimpered as a scream came from the girl on the screen, a vision of the man sitting on top of her, her hands tied and her mouth gaged. The man was touching her and whispering in her ear. Niall shivered and covered his ears, pulling his knees to his chest and closing his eyes, trying to block out the nightmares and the visuals of his own nightmare.
"Babe! What the hell are you watching?!"
Niall screamed and jumped up putting his hands in front of him and scratching at whoever was there. But all he got was air.
Slowly opening his eyes he saw Harry standing behind the couch, jacket slung over one of his arms, bags under his eyes. He looks wrecked but now alert enough to be looking at the tv in shock.
Harry grabbed the remote and didn't hesitate to turn off the tv, turning off the screaming and the dirty visuals.
Niall didn't try to run into Harry's arms, didn't tell him why he was watching that show, he didn't even look up at Harry.
Harry slowly put the remote down, walking over to Niall, seeing his blonde boyfriend tense and whimper, his hands still over his ears, eyes still closed tightly. "Niall baby can I touch you?" Harry asked, slowly putting his hands on Niall shoulders.
Niall squealed and tried to move away but Harry pulled him in, one of his moves that actually worked with Niall instead of scare him more. When his chest touched Niall's head, Niall immediately relaxed.
"I'm not gonna hurt you-" but Harry got cut off by Niall shaking his head into his chest. "Don't say that, I know you won't..." Niall says and takes his hands and laces their hands together. "I love you." Niall whispers, looking up at Harry with a small smile on his face.
Harry grabs his cheeks, pressing kisses to the tears and one small and loving kiss to his lips.

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It really was just normal for Niall to act like that. So, they went onto being a decently normal couple.
Again, Niall was making dinner for the third night in a row, he didn't mind having to deal with his boyfriend coming home late from late shifts at the bakery he owned.
When Niall suddenly heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, he tensed and stopped cooking, his knuckles going white from how hard he was holding onto the stirring spoon. "Ni, baby it's just me." Harry whispers, slowly sneaking his hands onto Niall's waist, Harry could feel Niall's shivers and flinches and his skin crawling under his soft touch. And Harry knew not to go any further, just rest his head of hair against Niall's blonde locks and wait for Niall to turn around, start moving again, speak to him, do anything really.
It took a few minutes but finally Niall let go of the spoon, setting it beside the stove and resting his tiny hands on top of Harry's large hands that were still lightly curled into his waist.
"I love you." Harry whispered and kissed Niall's cheek, looking over Niall's shoulder now.
Niall giggled at Harry's wild curly locks tickling his neck... And Harry new, Niall was back again.
"Dinners ready in five." Niall said and leaned over so he could at least catch Harry's ear to kiss.

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Harry laughed at Niall, tickling the blonde boys stomach as they rolled around on the couch, Niall bellowing out his perfectly loud laugh that showed pure happiness. It made Harry want to do that every second of every day, and now that it was his day off, he could at least try.
Niall scrambled out of Harry's reach, tumbling off the couch and getting up off the floor. Holding his stomach with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. "I'm gonna get ya!" Harry yelled playfully and jumped to his feet, Niall screaming and laughing along as he ran towards the stairs.
Harry rushed after him, running up the stairs and trying to grab at Niall's shirt.
But Harry heard it once he got up the last part of the steps, Niall breathing heavily, not laughing anymore, he was more trying to move his body away from Harry, his hands coming behind him to protect his bum.
Harry sighed and stayed as still as possible, looking down at the ground and making sure Niall knew that he wasn't going to hurt him, that he gave up.
But Harry did look up after a few minutes, seeing Niall standing a few feet away, his breath now back to normal, arms at his sides, tears falling down his face but his expression more showed guilt and worry then sadness. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Niall whispered, walking over slowly, hesitating to pull Harry into a hug, but a few seconds later Harry was in Niall's embrace. Niall resting his head on Harry's broad chest, his hands fisted in the front of Harry's shirt. "I just get scared sometimes, like he's-" but Harry cut him off by shushing him, hearing Niall's normal breathing turn into short breaths. "I know, and I promise I will never be anything like him." Harry whispered into Niall's blonde locks.

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The couple laid on their comfy double bed. Harry laying on his back, shirtless with only sweats on (Niall didn't really have enough trust to let him sleep naked or with only boxers on.) Niall was laying on his side on the other side, sound asleep already.
Harry was trying to fall asleep, but he missed Niall's head rested on his chest, that was the usual, but Niall sometimes wiggled around in his sleep, he could be found of the floor if he wiggled almost as much as he did already.
Harry stole a quick glance at his sleeping boyfriend, smiling at how Niall was wearing his Rolling Stones t-shirt-that was way to big for him and most of the time slipped off one of his shoulders-and some sweats. Harry couldn't help it and shuffled over so his chest was pressed against Niall's back, his arm slinging over Niall's waist.
He instantly felt Niall tense against him.
"Shhhhh." Harry whispered into Niall's ear, but Niall didn't listen and tugged his arm away from his waist, Niall moving so he was sitting up, tears slowly streaming down his face, a look of shock.
"Hey baby, shhhh, it's just me." Harry whispered, taking Niall's hand and guiding it to his face. Niall looked down, smiling sadly through his tears and laying back down, moving Harry so they were in the middle of the bed. Niall pushing Harry onto his back and then laying his head onto Harry's chest. "I love you." Niall whispered as he started to doze back off to sleep. "I love you too." Harry whispered, leaning down to kiss Niall's blonde, messy mat of hair.

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They were a couple that had to be built for trust, and Harry was proud of how much trust Niall gained for him. How much Niall said 'I love you' to him. And how much he said it back. When Niall would watch those stupid rape and kidnap shows Harry wouldn't stop himself, but just pull Niall into his arms and wait for Niall to become calm to his warm and protective touch. When Niall cooked for him when he came home late he would be sure to walk in as normal as possible, and when he sees Niall tense he would just whisper that it was him and wrap his arms around Niall's tiny waist, waiting for Niall to let him back into that little scary world he lived in.
How when they did have tickle fights and when Niall thought that Harry was going to do what his father did to him, Harry would stand and wait for Niall to find him, come toward him and take him into his own embrace, Niall would whisper apologies but Harry would just shush him and enjoy the moment of them wrapped in each others arms. How Niall cuddled with him even though he was scared that he would touch him in the wrong way, but every time Niall would make sure to wake Harry up in the morning first by kissing around his jawline.
Niall was perfect for him, why?
Because he gained enough trust that Harry was the only one Niall fully trusted, kissed, hugged, cuddled. Niall was all Harry needed and Harry was all Niall had.

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A.N:

That was prompt five everyone! And I did it Narry because I only got one person that actually told me who they wanted with Niall. Anyways, hope you liked prompt five and hopefully I can do prompt four next!

Also, please if you haven't commented on the book I'm thinking of posting-I know your probably board of me posting book ideas on here- please comment and tell me what you think!

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