"I just wanted you to fuck me but I got greedy and wanted you to love me."
The one where Niall is a simple car mechanic, and Harry's a famous designer and somehow, fate led them together.
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^ fking iconic :') you can't tell me narry ain't real after this?? like, who stares at their best friend then suddenly kisses his shoulder in front of a camera? gosh, I'm so in love with narry :')
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Theo climbs up onto the single bed, toppling onto the soft mattress. I pull the blanket over his small body, and up to his chin.
"Harry?" Theo hums, nuzzling his face deeper into his pillows.
"Yeah buddy?" I ask softly, crouching down next to the bed.
"Why was Uncle Ni crying just now?" He asks innocently, his eyes ready to close shut any second. I purse my lips as my mind rolls with thoughts on how to answer, contemplating if I should break the news to him on Kelly's passing or let Niall do it.
"He was just sad bud. Don't worry okay? I'll go talk to him." I mumble. Theo nods lazily, before his eyes finally clam shut. I release a soft sigh, combing my hand through his hair. Poor guy, he's probably exhausted from being in the hospital for hours.
I stand back up, and make my way out of the room, leaving a small gap in the door, just how he likes it.
I creep my way back to my bedroom, to see Niall cuddled up under my sheets, breathing heavily. My heart aches just looking at him like this. I understand how he feels, Kelly is such a wonderful and beautiful person whom I've had the pleasure of knowing.
For the past two months, Niall, Theo and I would go down to her small flat for dinner sometimes, just to keep her company, and each time I go there, it's a warm, beautiful feeling that makes my heart melt and warm at the same time. None of my family are living in London, and the fact that she treats me as her own, and makes me feel like I'm family, it's such a wonderful feeling.
I crawl next to Niall on my bed, encircling my arms around his waist and pulling his body closer to mine. I smile to myself when I feel his hand being placed above mine, slotting his fingers between mine. I nuzzle my face into the nape of his neck, slowly breathing in his scent before pressing a kiss on his skin, before slowly letting my eyes droop shut.
After seeing how Niall completely broke down before me earlier, now there's no way I'm telling Niall about the anonymous person who sent me the email.
And that's all I can think about as I force myself to sleep— who the hell is he? Is he going to do something to me? To Niall?
•••
// Thursday //
I wake up the next morning, to feel the body in my arms gone. My eyes shoot open at that realisation, before they screw shut again when the blinding light shines through my tired eyes, making me groan.
"Ni?" I call, before starting to slowly flutter my eyes back open. No answer.
"Baby?" I call louder this time. Still nothing. My heart starts picking up in fear and paranoia that something happened to him.
