Falling for a merman (Lilo/Narry Merman fanfic) Niall merman!!!!!

Chapter 4

A/N: So this is chapter 4....

Louis: Well no shit , hence the title 

Me: No one asked you!!!!

Louis: Well who cares if you asked me or not, you still get my input.

Me: You're not even supposed to be in this part of the story!

Louis: Well I am, got a problem?

Me: You know what? Go fuck yourself! Anyways, this is Chapter 4, Enjoy Peeps!!! :) *Walks over to give Louis the what-for*

Harry-

The sunlight shone through my window and blinded me as I shuffled out of bed, not ready for another day to begin. A knock at my bedroom door woke me up from my daze as I shuffled over to answer it. It was Uncle Paul.

"Ready for your daily beating" He asks in a cold tone.

In my head I'm thinking 'What daily beating? Since what century do you give me daily beatings?!!!!!!! His fist connects with my face and I hear a loud crack. A stinging pain goes through my nose, and I automatically know that it's broken.

"Please....stop" I whimper, not knowing what I did to make Uncle Paul want to beat me.

He gives me one more sock to the eye and then grumbles, "You'd better be at the shop today... or else..." Then, he walks away.

I break down into sobs and grab my razor, tempted to end it all right now. 'But you promised them you wouldn't Harry' My conscience reasons. I sigh, put down the razor, and try to make it look like I wasn't crying.

I decide to wear black skinny jeans with my Jack Whitehall "Welcome to thug life" T-shirt, along with some converse that I borrowed from Liam. I walk towards the shop and as soon as I walk in, Uncle Paul hands me a bucket filled with soapy water, and a sponge, along with a bunch of other cleaning supplies.

"I want you to clean EVERY SINGLE BOAT out on the dock! Am I understood" Uncle Paul orders me. I nod my head. "THEN GET TO IT! WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!!!!" I want to protest, but seeing as though my nose is still healing from this morning, I don't want to risk it. I run the mile and a half to the docks and hesitantly step onto the first fishing boat. It is so grimy and gross that it actually makes me nauscious. When I finish cleaning I look two see how many more I have to clean, and I see hundreds more, not including luxury boats! 'One down, three hundred more to go' I think to myself as I climb out of the first boat, almost slipping and falling into the murky water below.

I finally reach the last ship, which is the dirtiest of them all. I don't realize I'm crying until one of my tears hit one of the torn leather benches. More tears start to fall and I break down for the second time today.

"Why are you crying" A voice asks.

I try to match it to someone I know, but no one comes to mind. I look over the edge of the boat, and see a boy in the water, staring at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes. I quickly take in his appearance. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a few tattoos scattered across his body. I can't see his bottom half, but I swear to God I see hints of..scales?

"It's nothing" I sniff.

"Well if it was nothing, then yu wouldn't be crying" The boy persists.

I notice that he's Irish. Well it's not surprising, considering that this island is off the coast of Ireland, but you know.

"It's just family issues" I assure him.

"Let me guess, abusive Uncle who wants you to be all that and a bag of chips" The boy implies. I nod, dumfounded by how he knows this.