Kidnapped [Narry] || Editing

Chapter 6

It was early now, just after 6:00 a.m. Harry scooped Niall into his arms and carried him, bridal style, down the stairs. Niall wondered if Harry was afraid to let Niall walk by himself, but Niall didn't mind. He was scared, too.

Liam got started on making bacon, eggs, toast, ham, and a bunch of other foods, while Louis and Zayn went to the living room to watch TV and wait for breakfast.

Harry and Niall sat in the second living room. Harry had his arm wrapped around Niall's shoulders, his feet up on the coffee table, watching something Niall wasn't paying attention to. His head was in Harry's chest, sneaking glances up at him that Harry didn't notice.

"You risked your life." Niall said. Harry looked down. "You could have died."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, frowning.

Niall dropped his gaze. "You saved me. . . ."

Harry's frowned deepened. "We weren't just gonna leave you-"

"You didn't call the police or anything, though." Niall interrupted. "You just saved me."

"The police are stupid sometimes. They wouldn't have done anything." Harry shrugged.

Niall was silent.

"Niall? Niall, look at me." Harry shifted so he was facing Niall fully, his arm dropping from Niall's shoulders. Niall looked up.

"We love you, okay? We were so scared he would kill you. He would've hurt you. The police wouldn't have done anything until it was too late. You're special to us, Ni. You're our weakness. We can't do anything without you."

Niall smiled, nodding. He wasn't aware that Harry was mostly stating his own feelings, not the feelings of the other boys.

Harry pulled him into a hug. "Now come on. Liam should call breakfast any second."

-•-

"Let's watch a film." Louis said. It was midnight, now, but none of them could sleep.

"Alright. You guys pick the film, I'll go make popcorn." Harry said. He left his spot by Niall to grab some popcorn. He made three bags and dumped them in three bowls; one for Louis and Harry, one for Liam and Zayn, and one for Niall. He handed Liam one bowl, Louis the second, and Niall the third.

"Thanks Hazza." Niall said.

"Y-yeah, sure."

-•-

Niall had passed out in Harry's lap by 1:30. Harry had an arm wrapped around the boy's waist. Their popcorn bowls sat in front of them, all empty.

"Harry." Louis said. "Can I ask you something?"

Harry turned to him. "What?"

Louis glanced between the sleeping blonde on Harry's lap and the curly headed lad.

"Do you like him?"

Harry didn't respond for a moment. He stared at Niall, debating on whether or not he should tell the lads.

"No." Harry said.

"Oh, sorry," Louis apologized, feeling a bit stupid and confused. "I just thought-"

"I love him."

"Oh."

Everything was silent for a moment.

"Are you going to tell him?" Liam asked. "That would be so cute! None of us would be single any more!"

"But he doesn't-"

"Love you back?" Liam cut in. "Other than you, Harry, I know him best. You should see the way he looks at you when you're not looking."

"B-but after everything that happened-"

"This would be the perfect time to tell him. He needs someone right now, Harry, and I'm sure he'd want it to be you."

Everything was silent again.

"I'm gonna take him up to bed." Harry said.

"Haz-"

"Goodnight." Harry said, picking up the blonde boy. "I'll see you tomorrow."