Captivating (Sequel To Captivated)

Chapter 32

{Harry’s POV}

I pushed myself out of the bed moving Niall over on his bed. I don’t know what I should do right now though, I’ve been laying in bed for about two hours not wanting to leave Niall to himself. I walk to his door, my feet stopping as I turned back to Niall making sure he was sleeping soundly. I walked down the stairs going straight towards the kitchen. I grabbed the house phone running my fingers through my messy curls leaning back against the wall.

“Hello?” I small voice asked

“Hey…We haven’t talked in a while” I whisper

“Yeah I know…I’m guessing you called about the baby…”

“Yes, but I do want to know if your alright”

“I’m fine. You don’t seem so fine though. Why are you whispering” she asks quietly.

“I don’t want to wake Niall. I know he’s still on edge about me being around you. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it”

It’s true. I can’t say that I would be happy with Niall talking to Ian again and or Josh. I hate them both equally honestly but Niall doesn’t want to create any drama so he doesn’t speak to them as often.

“I can understand that” she sighs. I feel like I need to see Cassidy but this is no time to leave Niall. If I left him in his fragile state to go see Cassidy he would kill me. I know that he wants me to stay with him but I do know as a father now I have to go check. Don’t I?

“I’m going to come see you later” I nod making my decision as the words flew from my mouth. I felt myself conscience shake its head at me but ignored it. I’ve learned that ignoring that thing is the only way not to go insane. It’s fucking annoying, and you’re lying if you say it isn’t.

“But you just said…”

“I know what I said, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you in a few hours” I say hanging up not letting her reply. I put the phone back down and walk back towards the stairs. I stand there for a few seconds thinking of every possible way this conversation between Niall and I could go. Maybe I can invite him to come with me. He hasn’t seen Cassidy’s baby belly yet maybe that could get his mind off something’s.

I finally force myself up the stairs heading back to Niall’s room. I push the door open just to find that he’s not in here. I walk towards the bathroom but he’s not there either. Got dammit not this again.

I walk out of his room going across the hall to his mum’s room and open the door peaking my head inside. I see Niall sitting on the floor with a box in front of him and walk inside. I shut the door softly behind me before walking over and sitting down in front of him.

“What’s this Kitten?”

“My childhood” he chokes looking down at the box. I look down as well running my fingers over the small drawings I could easily see a young Niall creating. Him sitting down at a table grabbing as many crayons as he could manage in his small hands to create his very own memory box.