Something Great (Narry)

Chapter 19

I woke up to feel the warmth of Niall's body next to mine. Our bodies fit together perfectly. Our legs intertwined and his face rested in my bare chest. I felt the small breaths of air escaping his lips against my skin. I smiled as I looked down at the smaller body I held in mine. His eyelashes against his pale skin. I lightly traced my fingers down his spine and I pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head. Niall's body began to stir and his eyelashes began to flicker. His soft blue eyes looked up to meet mine.

"Morning," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the night before in which I certainly wasn't very quiet.

"Harry," Niall burried his face deeper into my chest, "sleep."

I laughed gently. "Last night was...fun."

"Sleep," Niall whined.

I was still tired but I didn't want to miss anymore time with Niall. But since he told me to, I shut my eyes once more. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt Niall untangling his body from mine.

"Where are you going?" I mumbled, eyes still shut.

There was no response. I opened my eyes and propped my face up on my hand to see Niall getting dressed.

"Come back to bed," I smirked, patting the space beside me.

"Harry," Niall sighed, "Harry I can't do this."

"Do what?" I asked meekly.

"Last night was a mistake," Niall ran his fingers through his hair, "I shouldn't have done that to you, I just wanted to hurt you," he looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"But-" I looked away from him. I knew that's all he was trying to do but a part of me believed there was something else there.

"I shouldn't have made you think I wanted to get back together. You should go. I'll let you get dressed," he made his way to the door.

"That meant nothing?" I whispered.

Niall looked up at me and gently shook his head before leaving the room.

I pulled myself out of the bed and pulled on my clothes from the day before. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I realized I had accidentally grabbed Niall's shirt instead of mine. His smell lingered on the fabric so I kept it on. As much as I wanted to stay and fight for Niall, I figured I should let him be for a while so I made my way downstairs. I peered into the kitchen on my way to the front door. I saw Niall standing in the middle of all the food and decorations I had prepared for the night before. He rubbed his hands down his face in distress. Before he could see me, I walked over to the door and slipped out.

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I took my anger out scrubbing dishes, water flying everywhere.

"Settle down there," Louis laughed, leaning away from me.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Something was bothering me about what Niall said. He said it meant nothing but I swear there was something in his eyes. I felt something and Niall could say it didn't mean anything but I knew it did. I just needed him to see it.

"Has Niall started talking to you yet?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the sink.

"Yeah since he was in the hospital," Louis also kept his eyes focused down, "how about you?"

Louis had no idea about the night before. As much as I wanted to tell the world about it, I didn't want to mention what happened afterwards.

"Besides telling me to go away, no," I mumbled.

"Sorry," he almost whispered.

The room then grew silent besides the sounds of dishes banging together and the chefs yelling. I looked at the time. 11:00.