Secrets (Narry)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

            [Niall’s POV]

            I can understand why Harry would be insecure. Not saying he has anything to be insecure about, I’m just saying that he has had a history with self-harm and bullying. And it’s not fair that nobody can respect that. So when I saw a flash, other than the photographer’s camera, I got angry. If anyone is sneaking pictures of us naked, I will kill someone. That’s not something you do, especially when one of us just overcame insecurities.

            I turned my head away from the camera and tried to find the source.

           “Niall,” Filip called. “Look at the camera.”

            I rolled my eyes away from whatever I was looking for and back to the camera.

            “Okay,” Filip took the camera away from his face. “I want you all to give your sexiest expression. But, don’t over-do it.” He instructed.

            I wasn’t even focused on the photo-shoot anymore. Then another photo was taken from the side. That was when I looked over and I saw that Harry was on the verge of tears. Not because he was an overemotional person, he was about to have a panic attack. When he gets panic attacks, his eyes get watery. I used the sign to cover up as I paddled over to him.

            “Niall! You’re messing up the sentence!” Filip snapped. I looked at Harry and he looked so miserable. I frowned at him, mouthing “are you OK?”. He nodded and a tear slipped. He blinked away the others and I wiped the single one out. His hand was cold and shaky. Yeah, he was freaking out inside. He forced on a smile. I can’t leave him like this.

            I groaned and went back to my original spot. Once, I saw it again, I lost it.

            “Who the hell is taking those damn pictures?!” I dropped the sign, not caring that I was exposed fully. Harry looked down at the ground. Zayn put a hand on his shoulder to soothe him.

            Everyone looked at each other, silent. “I swear, if I find one of these pictures online I will su-”

            I was about to threaten to sue everyone over there, but Filip interrupted. “Niall! Niall, cool it.” He said soothingly.

            “Honestly,” he faced his staff. “Was anyone else taking pictures? This is a closed shoot.”

            Nobody fessed up. Of course. Immature bastards. Filip turned to me and shrugged. “Okay, that’s a wrap.” He announced, turning around. I grabbed my robe and put it on angrily. I paced back to the dressing room when a gentle hand took mine. I turned and Liam smiled softly.

            “Niall, are you alright, mate?” he asked quietly.

            I rolled my eyes. “People are so fucking inconsiderate and disrespectful. You don’t invade someone’s privacy like that!” I shouted.