Inamorato (Niam Horayne) (BoyxBoy)

5: Now It Is All In Ruins

A/N Prepare tissues?
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

An engine whirs.

Besides that: Silence.

They're all looking at Louis expectantly, and it feels like Zayn all over again as if they have healed from that at all. Louis looks at each of them, and when his eyes meet Harry's they're different, and it's like they are talking through their eyes for a second. It looks like an apology.

"I got someone pregnant." Louis says. He looks at each of them again. Niall is next to him, Harry and Liam opposite. "I'm so stupid but I-" He doesn't have an excuse, Niall notices, and he's about to cry too.

The tour bus stops, pulls up round the back of their next venue. None of them move. Niall looks over- Harry is crying. No one knows what to say.

"Who?" Liam asks eventually, even though they all know that doesn't make any difference.

"No one you'd know." Louis answers, "It was just a one night stand, meant to be but-"

When Niall looks over again, Harry is gone.

"I'll go find him." Niall says, patting Louis' shoulder as he stands. He walks out the tour bus. No fans seem to be about. No Harries either. But he hears quiet sobbing, and walks around to the front of the tour bus where Harry is sitting on the dirt on the ground, knees up to his chest.

"Harry." Niall sits beside him. The tour bus shelters them from any fans or paps, thankfully. "Harry." Niall pulls Harry into his arms. Harry sniffs and breathes unsteadily.

"I thought we were going to be together again. I though we were okay, I thought he wanted me again. I thought-"

"Shhh." Niall has never held someone so tight and he feels like crying too. He knows there is nothing he can say to make this better.

Harry doesn't even look at Louis when they are backstage, and Niall stays beside him in the dressing room, leaning his head on his friend's shoulder as he scrolls through twitter.

"Hey Ni." Liam sits beside him, lifts Niall's legs onto his lap.

"Hey Liam." Niall smiles and reaches for his hand. Loosely, Liam links their fingers, rubbing his forefinger lightly over Niall's skin. "Where's Louis?" Niall glances back at Harry, but then someone walks in and calls him to get his hair done. He smiles weakly at Niall before walking from the room.

"He just went to the loo I think." Liam answers. It falls quiet for a while and Niall sits up a bit, shuffling closer to his boyfriend, legs still over his lap. "We won't end up like them, right?"

Niall frowns, sadly, and runs a finger across Liam's cheek, "I hope not."

Liam kisses him gently, "I just worry that we'll crumble in all this mess. Now that Zayn's gone and Louis'- you know, and we need a break soon and there's going to be so much drama. I want us to work you know that but-"

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" Niall asks, and Liam sees he looks suddenly worried.

"No. No, Niall. I'm just worried we might end up having no choice."

Louis comes back then, and everything is quiet.

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To say the least, management aren't pleased with Louis. No one is but they can't say too much, because this is a child and they can't curse it's life.

Niall lies with Harry often. Sometimes they don't say a word, sometimes they write or sing, sometimes they paint each other's nails. This time Harry cries, and Niall holds him and the younger lad shakes and sobs silently.

"Harry what's wrong?" Niall asks as his breathing slowly goes back to normal.

Harry wipes his eyes and moves from Niall's arms, afraid to look at him.

"Louis wrote this, this song for me." Harry says, "And he gave me the demo and-" He breathes in heavily, "It's beautiful and it hurts because he doesn't even want me."

"What's the song about?" Niall asks quietly.

"It's called home." Harry says, "It's about whether we could be enough, if we could be each other's rest-bite, I guess."

Niall is quiet. "He does love you, Harry. He's just a dick."

"The fact that he loves me just hurts more." Harry says. He sighs and gets up, going to the window.

The conversation sounds finished so Niall says, "Do you think me and Liam will last? Honestly."

Harry looks back at his friend, leaning against the window sill, "Honestly, I want you to both be happy, but at the same time, honestly, I would be jealous if you did last." And it feels like a stab in the heart but Niall understands. "And do I think you'll last, with everything going on, now it is all in ruins? No."

Niall takes a shaky, long breath and closes his eyes. He nods.

They won't make it.