One Shots [Niam]

The Boat

SHIP: Narry

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Self Harm

Niall's Pov:

The boat rocked side to side in a simple rhythm. It was making me a bit sea sick. We still had a ways to go before we get back to the main land.

I was visiting my friend this weekend on an Island off of Rhode Island known as Block Island. Its a very small island. The only way to get there is by boat. The ferry runs every hour or so bringing people back and fourth. On out boat, theres very few people.

The summer wind blows through my hair on the boat. Sunglasses on, I relax nicely. We approach closer to shore and I havn't said a word to anyone on the boat, since I don't know anyone.

The boy across from me speaks up in a British accent . "I see you got quite burned there." He says with a laugh. His long brown hair flows in the wind.

"Yeah." I laugh with him. "Forgot my sunscreen."

"Its alright. It happens to me all the time." He tells me. "My names Harry. Yours?"

"Oh mines Niall. Nice to meet you." I tell him.

"Nice to meet you to. Im going up to the observation deck. Would you like to join me?" His english accent persuades me enough to follow him.

"Sounds great." I tell him. I grab my bag and follow him.

I follow him up a flight of stairs to the top of the ferry. Only a few people are up there. We make our way to the railing on the right side of the ferry, leaning on the rail.

"Wow this is a nice view!" Harry says. I look to my right and see him with a cheeky smile. The sun shines behind him.

"Sure is!" We spend a couple more minutes admiring the view of the ocean and the incoming shore.

Harry seems pretty nice. Its a shame that this is the only time we would get to see each other. "So Harry, where ya from?"

"Small town in England. I just came down to tour the place. I wasn't planning on staying long." He tells me. "What about you?"

"I was visiting my friend. Im from Ireland."

"Shame. You seem like a nice lad."

"Yeah."

Harry points at my arm resting on the railing. "Niall, what are those?"

"What are what?" I ask skeptically.

"Those." He points at my scars.

"Oh. Nothing." I try my best to not sound upset.

"Niall." His voice sounds upset.

"They're just scars Harry. Don't worry."

"You shouldn't do that to yourself. Yo-" I cut Harry off.

"Then what are those?" I ask, pointing at his arm. He has scars on his wrists too.

He looks at me in the eyes. "Mine are different."

"How?"

"I don't know."

"You shouldn't be hurting yourself like that." I tell him.

"And neither should you." He tells me.

"I cant help it though."

"We can get through this together." As he finished his sentence, the ferry horn sounds, signaling people that we have arrived.

"But Ill never see you again." I sigh.

"We could text." Harry hands me his phone. "Put your number in." I spend a few seconds putting my number in. "Let me put my number in your phone." He puts his number in my phone.

"Thanks."

"Remember, text me if you feel like cutting again. Or if you just want to talk." He winks at me. I smile at him.