The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

Niall's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. And it's driving me crazy. I don't even know how to find him or where he is. I need him. Without him I could break anytime now and- *knock knock knock knock* I frowned and got up, waking towards the door and opening it to see Harry's friend.

"Ah, hello". I frowned at him. "I'm Louis and...ah...um..."

"Is there something wrong with Harry?"

"No! Well yes, but ah...can I...can I come in?" I nodded and stood aside, letting him step in as I closed the door behind him and led him to the lounge room, sitting on the couch.

"Would you like something to drink? Or eat?"

"N-no. I-I'm fine". I could tell he felt uncomfortable in my house and sighed.

"Harry told you. I swear I lied to him. I would n-never kill someone". Louis nodded. "S-so, why are you-u here?"

"Oh right. Well Harry isn't good. He's really not in a good place. Two years ago he was in a car accident with his mum, and his mum passed away. She was bad. He lived and everything just fell apart. He only told me this yesterday but ever since then his dad has been blaming him. Saying it was his fault and that he's worthless. His sister left around a month after the accident and I didn't realise but he's been feeling so alone and unloved. I never looked into it or noticed until I found him in my bathroom last night. He had...he was cutting. He completely broke down. I've never seen him so broken. But every time he talked about you - which was a lot - he just smiled. I don't know what it is about you, but you seem to make him happy. All I'm trying to say is, don't hurt him. I know he'll be coming back to you sooner or later so if I hear you have hurt him in any way I will ruin you". I knew he meant every word he said. That did frighten me because I didn't know what he was capable of.

"I-I don't...how do I...I'm not g-good for him".

"What do you mean?"

"Louis, having agoraphobia comes with a p-price. I c-can't have kids. I know that's s-something Harry wants but I can't d-do that. I-I'm n-not good for them-m". Louis sighed.

"Honestly Niall, I don't think Harry cares about that".

"I just...I'm really n-not good for-r him".

"Do you drive?" I nodded. "Do you have a car?" I nodded again. "I want you to follow me back to my house. You're taking Harry on a date".

"B-bu-"

"No buts Niall. Let's go". Louis walked towards my front door looking back at me expectedly. "Well? Get off your ass!" I scrambled up, getting shoes on, grabbing my keys and locking up the house, following Louis to his house. Of course I tried to pay absolutely no attention to the danger and possibilities surrounding me. But it was still hard. Once we pulled into the drive way, Louis held a finger up to me, running inside. I sat impatiently in my car for another ten minutes, just thinking about Harry. I just couldn't stop. It felt as though it was completely impossible and I hated that. Usually things can help take stuff off my mind but with Harry, I just couldn't escape it at all.

I jumped as I heard the passenger door open and looked to see Harry dressed in skinny black jeans, a white t shirt and red flannel shirt. I gaped at him as a shade of red tinted his cheeks and he smiled shyly.

"Hi Niall". I shook my head, trying to get out of this trance and smiled softly.

"H-Hi Harry. You-u look...hot". His cheeks reddened ever more and I chuckled. "So-o where would you l-like to g-go Harry?"

"What are we doing "

"I'm t-taking you o-on a date".

"Go wherever". I nodded and began driving. It was a silent car ride. I didn't really know what to say without sounding creepy or too forward and I'm sure Harry was nervous because apparently, according to his friend Louis, I make him happy and he can't stop talking about me, which kind of makes me think he really likes me. Which I don't get. I mean, I'm Niall Horan. Just Niall. I'm a boring man who sits at his window watching for danger, cleans his house, eats and plays the guitar, occasionally singing and writing songs. That is my life. Why would Harry be interested in something like that? I don't have an attractive body. I have no muscle and I'm a stupid little skinny freak. That's usually why people bullied me so much. They bashed me because I was a freak. Being gay didn't help me either. No body ever liked me. But the things that could hurt me were endless. It's hard to escape danger and oh my god look at that cras- "Niall? You okay?" I looked up and parked the car, noticing I had made it to my destination.