The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Niall's POV

I decided to sit at the window, biting at my nails as I watched for any sign of danger. It scared me how such little things could hurt you in such a big way. I suppose watching the street and seeing nothing that could harm me made me feel content in a way. It made me feel so much safer. I must be such a freak to others. I just can't deal with the outdoors. My past says it all but that's something I hate talking about. It just brings back too many memories. Awful, hurtful memories. I don't like it at all.

"Niall? What are you doing?" I turned quickly to see Harry giving me a confused look. I couldn't think of anything to say and I noticed how messy his t shirt was. It was so irritating. I just had to fix it. So I walked towards him and straightened out his clothes.

"I ah, I folded your clothes and put them at the end of the bed". Harry nodded but didn't move. I pulled him to the room and almost went crazy when I saw the bed. I quickly made it, making sure there wasn't one crease and fixed his clothes again looking at the doorway to see Harry staring at me. "You can get changed, I'll just be in my room". He nodded and I closed the door, walking to my room and straightening the frames on my wall. It wasn't long before Harry was standing before me with my clothes in his hand. I took it from him, folding it up and walking down stairs to the laundry. "Would you like some breakfast? Tea? Coffee? OJ?"

"Tea would be nice thank you". I nodded and began to boil water. I spilt some water and quickly wiped it away with a tea towel.

"You can sit down. Would you like anything to eat?" Harry shook his head and sat at the table while I prepared the tea. I walked them over to the table and sat across from him.

"Thank you Niall". I couldn't stop staring at Harry. I don't know why. He was flawless. This has never happened to me before. I don't want him to leave. He distracted me. It's like he's good for me.

"Harry, y-you can stay as l-long as you l-like, y-you know t-that?" I didn't trust him but I also didn't want him hurt. It was strange.

"I-I can?" I smiled slightly at his shock and nodded. "But you said-"

"F-forget what I s-said Harry".

"So, we're friends?" Harry smiled hopefully and I couldn't stop the smile from showing on my lips.

"Y-yeah".

"So how old are you?" I smiled.

"I'm t-twenty three".

"Wow. Don't you get lonely?" I shook my head, frowning. "Why don't you get a kid?" I shook my head.

"I-I can't". He frowned.

"Why not?"

"I-I just can't".

"I'm sure you can. You seem like you can afford to have a ki-"

"Harry s-stop". I was getting agitated now that he kept saying kid and asking me why I can't have one. I didn't want a child because I couldn't give them what they deserve. I couldn't take them to school, I couldn't play with them outside, I could barely even trust a kid let alone have one.