The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

Niall's POV

I smiled down at Harry and lay him down on my bed, pushing his curls back. I left the room and walked to my music room, sitting down with my guitar. It really hurts me to see Harry in so much pain. I want to help him but I don't know how to.

With a sigh I began to strum on my guitar.

"My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships.
Drifting, weightless.
Waves try to break it.
I'd do anything to save it.
Why is it so hard to say it?

My heart, your heart, sit tight like book ends.
Pages between us, written with no end.
So many words we're not saying.
Don't wanna wait 'til it's gone.
You make me strong.

I'm sorry if I say, I need ya
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong
That you make me strong?

Think of how much
Love that's been wasted.
People always, trying to escape it.
Move on to stop their heart breaking.
But there's nothing I'm running from.
You make me strong.

I'm sorry if I say, I need ya
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?"

"I love your voice". I looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway, smiling. "And I love that song too".

"Thanks". I muttered shyly. "I wrote it earlier today".

"That wasn't all of it though, was it?" I shook my head and he sat beside me. "Can I see it?" I nodded and handed him the sheet I had written the lyrics on. I watched him curiously as he smiled slightly. "It's beautiful".

"So are you". He blushed and avoided my gaze. "Haz, who hurt you?" His smile faded and he frowned to himself.

"Y'know, you haven't stuttered at all around me since we became a thing".

"Harry". I blushed but wanted to know who was hurting my Harry.

"It doesn't matter". I looked at him in shock.

"Harry of course it matters!" He shook his head.

"I deserved it". I grabbed his chin in my fingers and turned his head to face me.

"Never say that again. Okay?" He nodded and I smiled shyly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore. But I'll be okay. Thanks to you". He blushed slightly and my smile widened.

"I love it when you blush".

"I'm not blushing!" I laughed loudly at Harry's embarrassed look and looked to Harry who was staring in shock.

"What?" Suddenly I was pushed into my back, Harry jumping to straddle me and my eyes widened. He smirked and brought his fingers to my sides, beginning to tickle me. I laughed loudly, gasping for air as he kept smirking. "S-s-stop!" I grinned and turned us around, earning a surprised gasp from him as I was now straddling him. His eyes widened in realisation. I smirked and began tickling him back, admiring his laugh.

"P-ple-ease s-s-stop". I moved my hands to lock his arms behind his head and leaned in, pressing my lips to his. He immediately began moving his lips, both of us smiling. I let go of his arms and clenched his curls through my fingers as he began to run his hands up my back, under my t shirt. I kissed down his jaw, making my way to his neck, trying to avoid how uncomfortable I felt with his hands on my bare skin. I pushed his arms away and kissed down to his collar bone as he moaned and I knew I found his soft spot. I nibbled and sucked on his slightly tanned skin, smirking as he was a moaning mess underneath me. He began to slide my top up but I slapped his hands away, shaking my head, pecking his lips one more time before moving off him.

"No Harry". He frowned.

"What? Why not?"

"Harry, we've only been together for like half a day. It's too early babe. Let's go eat something". I got up and pulled him up, entwining our fingers as I pulled him down the stairs, to the kitchen. "What would you like to eat? I can make you a sandwich? Or I can make some bolognese? Or I can-"

"Bolognese sounds nice". I nodded and got the mince, sauce and pasta out, getting the pots and began boiling the water whilst cooking the mince. I could feel Harry watching me and couldn't help but blush. "It would be so hot if your were naked in an apron right now". I laughed at Harry's words.

"In your dreams love".

"Shirtless?"

"You're still dreaming". I was hoping he wouldn't figure it out, but I'm very self conscious about my body. I hate the way I look. I've never felt attractive. I'm just so scrawny and white. I feel so unattractive compared to Harry. Harry's body is beautiful. Like nothing I've ever seen before. Even with all those bruises and burns. He's beautiful.

"Niall? what's wrong?"

"Huh?" He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"You're thinking too hard. What about?" I looked down to the burns on Harry's arm and frowned, lightly tracing over it.

"Does it still hurt?" I whispered lightly.

"A little". He murmured.

"I'm sorry". He turned me around, frowning.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I couldn't help you". His frown deepened.

"Niall, it's not your fault".

But you got hurt". I frowned as I looked down at his arms again. "What's this?" I grabbed his arm and turned it upwards frowning at the fresh cuts. "I thought you were going to try?"

"I-I did Niall. I tried". I frowned slightly and kissed his forehead.

"Harry, tell me next time if you feel like doing it and I'll help you. I promise".

"B-but".

"Don't but me Haz. I'm only trying to help you okay? I don't like to see you hurt". He nodded and muttered a quiet okay. "You're beautiful".

"Niall, you're going to burn the sauce". I finished cooking and cleaned the dishes before sitting at the table with Harry and began eating. "It's nice". I smiled to him and nodded. We finished eating and cleaned our dishes, drying them and putting them away.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" He nodded.

" 'm tired". I turned all the lights off and took hi up to my room. We changed and lay down as I pulled the covers over us, wrapping my arm softly around his waist and pulling him back to me.

"Thank you".

"For what?" He turned around in my hold, frowning. I kissed him softly.

"For everything".

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