Chapter 17

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The day before Niall was released from the hospital I was really racking my brain for ideas to get him back. With the ideas for dates he had it had to be good. You'd think we were on the bachelor with the extravagant dates he planned. Not to mention I was trying to win him back after doing something almost unforgivable. I just couldn't shake the feeling that we were somehow meant for each other. Louis' words hadn't left my mind once. I made the mistake of hurting him and I needed to put in the effort to gain his trust again. There was no way I was going to let him slip through my fingers. However, even though it seemed like I had known Niall for a life time, in reality I knew very little about him.

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We sat in the car with our fingers intertwined as Niall steered the car home. The streetlights flashed across his face, illuminating his features every now and then.

"I always wanted to go to Paris," he simply stated.

I laughed lightly.

"Why are you laughing?" he looked amused as he quickly removed his hand from the wheel to smack my arm gently.

"What made you think of that?" I looked out the window and watched the cars we passed.

"Just thought you might want to know more about me," he shrugged.

"That's quite funny," I leaned my head against the headrest and turned to face him again, "why Paris?"

"I never really got to travel when I was young. My family didn't have loads of money so I only really travelled around Ireland. I always liked the idea of Paris because," his words trailed off and a grin spread across his face.

"Why?" I prompted.

"You're going to laugh."

"No I won't," I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand.

"Because I liked the idea of "the city of love". I guess you could call me a hopeless romantic," his cheeks grew pink.

"That's quite nice," I smiled.

"You think?"

"Mhm," I nodded.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled and his face became a brighter shade of red.

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"So you know the plan for tomorrow?" I asked Louis yet again.

"Yes, I'll bring him home from the hospital, you'll be here, I'll leave, I've repeated this hundreds of times mate," Louis grumbled.

"I know just, everything has to be perfect," I sighed.

Louis nodded and looked down at the ground, furrowing his brow. "Are you sure this is all a good idea?"

"Lou!" I said, shocked.

"I mean, he's just getting out of the hospital and you know, you might not be the first person he wants to see. I'm just being honest Harry."

"If I don't do it soon when will I? It might be too late and I won't let him go. I have this feeling we were made for each other," I explained, growing exasperated, "if he really doesn't want to see me I guess...I guess I'll just leave him alone."

Louis shook his head. "No, I'm sorry I shouldn't put you down like that."

"You were just telling the truth," I shrugged.

"You still want to do this?" he asked as quiet buzzing filled the air.

"Yeah," I said sticking my arm out and he brought the needle to my arm. The whole idea seemed to be a rash decision but our entire relationship was based off rash decisions. After all, we did start dating after only knowing each other for a few weeks.

From a song Niall had written and given Louis to look at, I managed to find the word "trust" written in Niall's writing. After our date I planned to show Niall my new tattoo on my upper arm. If the word permanently engraved in my skin didn't convince him I was trustworthy, I don't know what else would. I knew gaining Niall's trust again was going to be a process. I hurt him where he was most vulnerable and it would take time for him to recover from it. Every part of me regretted becoming just like the person who broke him. At the thought of the pain I brought him I winced, causing Louis to cautiously lift the needle from my skin.

"No, I'm fine it's fine, go on," I prompted him along.

"Harry, you're crying," he whispered gently.

"Oh," I hadn't even realized I was crying, seeing as crying was something I seemed to be doing a lot of lately.

I quickly wiped away my tears and nodded my head at Louis to continue. When he didn't, I brought my eyes up to his to see him looking at me with sympathy.

"It's been a rough few days for you maybe we should stop so you can get some rest."

Rest was something I was in need of lately but I needed to put everything I had into getting Niall back. My eyes shot to my arm where "tru" was spelled out.

"I am fine, just keep going," I stated sharply, "I need to give this my all and you can't just leave me here with "tru" on my arm," my anger dissolved and I let out a small laugh as I realized he wanted to leave "tru" on my arm.

Louis' stern look melted away as a smirk crossed his face.

"Alright," he gave in, bringing the needle back to my skin.

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"Hey uh, Harry?" a foggy voice asked me.

I downed another shot and turned around to face Niall, who was looking at me nervously.

"Hey Niall," I emphasized his name in a snarky manner. Who was he to sing a love song to another guy then come over here and talk to me.

"Uh, I wasn't sure if when you called me you saved my number or Louis just gave it to you and you called. Anyways I just wanted to give you this, just in case," he handed me a crumpled napkin.

"Wow, thank you," I exclaimed facetiously, snatching the napkin from his hands.

Niall smiled nervously and walked back towards the others.

I turned back to the bar and unfolded the napkin. In it Niall had scribed his name and number. I blinked a few times to clear my vision which was blurry with alcohol. Once I could see clearly I gazed down at the napkin, careful not to look too interested. However something caught my eye and I took in the details of his printing. I was very intrigued by his writing and the way he wrote in all capital letters. I sighed to myself. I was so hopelessly falling for a guy that I even found his the way he wrote fascinating.

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When the tattoo was finished I gazed at it fondly, memorizing every detail of Niall's writing. To have a piece of Niall will me at all times made me feel a sense of safety. I just hoped he would like it as much as me.

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