Our Plan {narry}

Chapter 10: Midnight Memories

                   

                Dried tears still stained my cheeks, making a clear path down my face and neck. I wasn't saying that my emotional outburst was necessary, but I sure wasn't denying that it helped calm me down loads more. He had been so supportive, so understanding I had almost thought he had been in the same situation as me once. After we talked, I felt like he completely understood. I was so thankful for that one little feeling Louis gave me. He gave me the feeling that I wasn't actually exaggerating, wasn't actually losing my mind. I was feeling ok, after all Louis had that effect on people. I was really feeling ok.

Then I thought about Harry.

Harry and his never ending piercing green eyes. Harry and his dimpled cheeks, never failing to make my face almost crack with a smile so wide. His deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, his voice that not only made me happy, but calmed me down no matter what the situation. Then, I just thought about how much I needed him. If he ever left, I would feel like a piece of me was missing. A very large piece. Almost like all of me was gone.

I found that my thoughts were some what torturous in a way. Considering they consisted of something, someone I would never had. They consisted of someone I needed. But also, they consisted of someone who didn't need me back.

"Niall I love you, but its nearly two a.m mate. We really need to head back soon." Louis murmured in a soothing "It'll be alright" voice. "And Niall?" Louis said, louder this time. I looked up, and our shining blue eyes met in an emotional clash of feelings.

"Yes?" I asked, bottom lip quivering slightly.

"It's always gonna get bad before it gets better."

             

          Louis pulled into the old parking lot of the musty, run down hotel we were staying in. It was probably a good thing we had decided to come back when we did, because Louis was obviously about to pass out from tiredness, and I was definitely drunk, probably about to deal with a killer hangover. My vision was blurry, and my vision was slightly muffled, although that was probably from the pounding in my ears and head. 

 I stumbled up over the slightly shaky outside steps, and into the creaky old hotel door. I know this was inconsiderate of me, but I didn't even let the young man behind the desk know I was there, or where I was going. I figured I could just let Louis do it. This was selfish, considering Louis had gone out of his way to come pick me up in a very unstable condition in the middle of the night. But I was tired, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what Harry was doing right now. And honestly, I probably didn't want to know. As I slowly, very slowly, made my way up the indoor stairs, I started to actually clearly think. No alcoholic thoughts in my head, I just thought. Did I really have a legit reason for being angry with Harry? He was obviously rather oblivious to my feelings, so it wasn't like he was doing all of this to rub it in my face. He liked woman, and that wasn't his fault. Just like it wasn't my fault I liked men. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of depression off as I waked into the hotel doors.

  The room was dark, scratch that, the room was pitch black. The only light was the fading one from the bedroom farthest down the hall. I sat my jacket down on top of the counter, making sure to be especially quiet as I slid my way down the hallway. And I'll be damned if the tears weren't already coming back. As I worked my way into the bedroom with the dim light on, both my eyes and ears had to adjust.

"Niall!" My name was whisper/shouted. Before my hungover brain could even register what was happening, I was being engulfed into warm, shaking arms. I didn't know who it was, but they smelt like cherries, and I didn't even think twice before wrapping my arms back around them. The person was warm, and my head fit perfectly into the crook of their neck. And in the back of my mind, this person felt like home. I breathed deeply, savoring the lovely cherry scent that was filling my nose, before I reluctantly pulled back. Green eyes started onto mine, and my breath was held. Dotted freckles littered his nose. Chocolate curls flowed down Harry's forehead and slightly into his eyes, preventing me from reading much emotion, like I always could with Harry. And I was so freaking hungover. I let out a small, pathetic little whimper, simply breaking eye contact with Harry and laying my head on his inviting shoulder. After all, I had no real reason for being mad at him. But he had plenty for being mad at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whimpered, letting tiny little tears slip down my flushed cheeks, painting my lips with my sorrow. His arms tightened around me, rubbing my back slightly.

"Niall, don't you ever do that to me again. I didn't know where you were, Niall. No one would answer their damn phones. Oh God I was so worried." He rushed out, not bothering to lower his voice to a whisper. I didn't know what to say to that. Its not like I could just flat out say; "I couldn't take watching you sucking face with that fake. I love you to much." So I just wrapped my arms around him tighter, savoring the embrace. Not knowing when I would get to hold him like this again. So, I just said the only thing that made sense;

"I'm sorry." Stupid, I know. But you try being held by the love of your life, who by the way doesn't love you back. It takes the words out of your mouth.

"Don't be sorry. I was just so afraid something had happened to you. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you. I mean that." He whispered the last part into my ear, confusing me farther. I noticed he pulled back slightly, but before I could question, he asked one. "Niall, are you drunk?" I was wondering when he would ask that. Deciding against laughing at his cuteness, because really nothing about this situation was funny, I just spoke instead.

"No. Just incredibly hungover." I mumbled, putting my face back against the crook of his neck. He laid his face against my hair before speaking.

"You wanna lay down?" I began to pull away to head to my room, but I was stopped by his hand on my wrist. "I meant with me." This was not happening. Nope. Obviously what was happening was, I was still at the club, to drunk to remember my name. That was it. However as he pulled me towards the empty bed, not bothering to discard either his clothes or mine, I realized this was real. This was happening. He laid so his back was flush against the headboard, before pulling me onto his chest. My head was rested in the middle of his chest, his hands in my hair.

"You have a headache?" He asked. To be completely honest, I really didn't have that bad of a headache at all. But Harry didn't need to know that.

"Yes." I whispered. He folded his fingers through my hair, rubbing my scalp with his fingertips. I closed my eyes, an when  thought it was safe, placed a small, barely noticeable kiss on his chest.

"Goodnight Harry."

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