Something Great (Narry)

Chapter 18

My legs shook nervously as I sat in the living room of Louis and Niall's house. Any minute Louis would be bringing Niall home from the hospital and that's when my plan would take off. I was rather proud of my idea. I was sure it would impress Niall being the romantic that he is.

Louis would drop Niall off, then leave to make sure Niall and I were alone. He would find me in the living room and then he would follow me into the kitchen. In the kitchen I brought over wine and cheese and many French pastries. After we I would take him out into the garden where Louis and had prepared a projection of the Eiffel tower on the side of the house. I hoped one day I could join Niall on a trip to Paris but for now this is as close and we could get. When we were outside I would show Niall my new tattoo. And in all hopes of things going well, I had placed candles and rose petals around Niall's bedroom.

I looked at my watch. Niall was due home any second. I anxiously played with my hair, checking it in the reflection of my phone screen. My head shot up at the sound of the door clicking open.

"Here we are," I heard Louis announce, "anyways, I better get going I have a meeting to go to with my-" his voice was cut off by the sound of the door banging shut.

I stood up from the couch, wiping my palms on my pants. I took a deep breath and focused my eyes on the hall Niall would soon walk down. I heard the muffled noises of Niall dropping his coat and his footsteps nearing, causing my heartbeat to accelerate. I caught a glance of Niall strolling past the hallway. He looked in my direction only for a second and continued walking. He stopped in his tracks and backed up a few steps, eyes digging in to mine.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded as he stomped down the hall towards me.

I didn't expect Niall to be pleased to see me but I was hoping what I planned would make up for it.

"I-I'm here because," I couldn't find the proper words. I could feel my face burning red and my heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to fall out of my chest.

"How did you get in here?" he shouted, raising an eyebrow.

"Louis," ashamed, I looked down at the floor.

"Okay well, since he's not here could you get the fuck out of my house?" Niall intimidated me, standing perfectly still with his arms crossed.

"Come to the kitchen with me," I looked up to meet his eyes which were burning with rage.

"Harry I'm not going anywhere with you," he growled.

"But if you just-"

"Harry!" Niall yelled, "I've told you many times I never want to see you again! Nothing's going to change my mind! You broke my heart Harry. You broke my trust."

Any words I had left to say got caught in my throat. How could he have his mind set on never forgiving me? He could trust me. That reminded me of something. I pulled up the sleeve of my tshirt to reveal the black letters on my shoulder.

"Look," I prompted.

"What?" Niall said cooly.

"I got this for you," I said quietly.

Niall got closer to me and examined the tattoo closely. His eyebrows came close together in confusion.

"Is that my writing?" he stepped away, his eyebrows still knit together.

"Yeah," I blushed slightly.

"How-"

"The song you gave to Louis to look at."

Niall barked out a cool laugh. "Who the fuck does that?"

"What?" I was taken aback by his reaction.

"You really stole my song to get my writing tattooed on your arm? That's so pathetic."

"I didn't steal it. Louis did it for me," I raised my voice in defense.

"And what? You thought having the word trust tattooed on yourself would make me trust you?"

Yes.

"No!"

"Harry, you kissed someone else while we were dating. Right after I told you that you were the first guy I trusted in a long time. You think that I can just forgive you for it?" Niall spat, backing away from me.

"Niall if you would just-"

"Look, I'm going upstairs. Go home before you embarrass yourself any more," he sneered and turned his back to me.

I stood still in shock. I blinked hard to stop tears from falling. I wasn't going to cry over him. Not this time. I couldn't believe he wouldn't even look at what I had done for him. The food. The Eiffel tower. The rose petals. My eyes grew wide. If I hadn't embarrassed myself enough already, Niall finding candles and rose petals in his room would sure do it.

I bolted up the stairs and down the hall towards Niall's room. I came to a stop behind him just as he flung open his door. Taking the sight in, he paused for a moment, then spun around and locked eyes with me.

"I-I can explain," I stuttered, my cheeks burning red.

Without saying anything, Niall grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his room, slamming the door behind us. He pushed me by my shoulders, pinning me against the wall. He smashed his lips onto mine, roughly biting down on my lips every now and then. My heart fluttered at the feeling I hadn't felt since the last time we kissed. He slid his hands down from my shoulders to my arms, gripping them tightly. I winced at his tight grip on my new tattoo but his grip only got tighter. I felt him smile against my lips as he dug his nails into my skin. He pulled away just for a moment to pull me towards his bed. His lips trailed down from my lips to my neck where he began giving me love bites. Not like the ones before which were full of love. These ones were full of lust, as he roughly bit down on the skin. I decided to make a move as I pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes shot down to the pink scar on his side, and I reached out to gently trace it. In response, Niall tugged my shirt off, digging his nails into my back and dragging them down. He then pushed me down on his bed, crawling on top of me. He fumbled with the zipper on my jeans and tugged them down by the waist. His hands made their way back up to my hair and tugged roughly as his lips worked against mine.

I knew Niall was trying to cause me as much pain as I caused him. But in doing that he was giving me exactly what I wanted.

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