Uptown Boy (Narry Storan)

29. Issues

fast forwarding a couple of months if not this story would take 41738303901 years to complete :) xx

NIALL

// Wednesday //

My eyes flutter open as I feel some movement beside me, soft rays of sunlight streaking in through his windows, giving the shutters a halo of golden rays. The grip around me tightens and I run my fingers over his tattooed arm that's wrapped securely around my waist, not missing the way small goosebumps rise over his skin. I inhale deeply, soaking in this moment with him.

Both September and October passed by in a breeze, it's already in the middle of November, and things, well.. they're great but they could be better.

My father hasn't reached out to me for a while now, which I'm relieved, yet, as much as I hate it, nervous about. God knows what has happened to him or what he has done to my flat.

I'm still looking after Theo for Greg and Denise; they haven't exactly gotten their shit together just yet and honestly it's taking a toll on both Theo and I, and Harry. Theo is constantly asking me for his parents, and I'm always stuck on how I should answer him. All I've got is they're on a work trip overseas, but even Theo knows that that doesn't last forever.

I've had to ask my uncle for early pays just so I can support both Theo and myself. Not to mention to pay the rent at my flat which I'm not even living in thanks to my father. But thankfully Brandan has been kind and understanding enough to allow my early pay.

But thankfully I've had amazing people around me to help me out. Especially Nan since both Harry and I work full time jobs. She loves that little boy to bits and would gladly look after Theo whenever needed. Plus, Theo absolutely adores her cooking.

And of course, Harry. He's great, amazing actually. And we are great. He has constantly been helping out with Theo whenever he can. I'm not gonna admit this to him, but sometimes I do imagine us as a family. He's great with Theo and I can only imagine how great he is with his own child. Not gonna lie though, that thought alone is enough to cause the damn butterflies to erupt. I'm falling harder for him each passing day and I can't believe I've only just realised it.

And that actually scares me. Why? Because for some reason I'm willing to risk to love all over again, knowing fully well my own fragility. But for him, everything seems worth it.

I release a soft sigh, loving the way his arm is wrapped around me. I have no idea how I got so lucky. Thankfully, I haven't screwed anything up between us. My only fear I have is that I'll be so afraid of screwing something, or something screwing up, that eventually something screws up... if that makes any sense at all.

I glance over to his digital clock on the side table, noticing it's only seven in the morning. Way too early for my liking. I turn my head to face him, to see his eyes closed gently, but his breathing is fast. I release a soft laugh, letting my fingertips trace over his facial features.

"What's with you and pretending to be asleep?" I speak up, my throat feeling a little rough. He peaks an eye open, causing the small grin on my face (which I didn't even realise was there) to stretch slightly wider.

"I don't know, really." He admits in a low drawl.

"It's seven." I tell him and his eyes shoot open.

"Fuck." He curses as he kicks the duvet off, a gush of cold air crawling up from my legs, causing a small shiver to run down my spine and a whine to leave my lips. "I need to get to work. I have so much catching up to do, vetting reports, going through the sketches. And the bloody client still hasn't.." He starts to ramble, and I slowly start to zone his words out. Though, I can't help the small smile on my face as I re-wrap the duvet around me, watching through lazy eyes, how he hurriedly buzzes around his room butt naked.