About Angels - Narry

Chapter 7

Niall POV

Seeing Harry around this morning makes me remember a lot of things from the past. Mostly the good stuff, but also the bad stuff I so desperately want to forget. Harry knows one major thing that happened to me though, not even Liam knows that, and I feel like I should talk to him. 

On the other hand, I just found out Harry is a prostitute. Besides that it's not every day that you become a prostitute, it's mostly because something in your life has gone wrong. At least that's what they write in those real life stories in magazines. I study to become a publisher so I've read them. I have a legal reason to read them, stop judging.

Now we are back in my room and Harry had fallen asleep again. I want to say that I'm not admiring him but I am. Yeah, I admit I'm gay. Harry knows though, I came out to him about a week before he left. He was the only person who reacted positive from everyone from my past. That's part of the reason why I never stopped calling him my best friend. 

As his best friend, I want to help him. I know he's struggling with something. He didn't say that to me of course, but there is something about him that looks sort of scared. I'm not sure what for, but I want to figure it out and make it better for him. 

I think back of the moment I just got out of the hospital. I was originally in the hospital because of my father. He was furious when I told him, after hiding it for years, that I didn't like girls romantically. He told me I was worthless, that people like me shouldn't be alive. He wounded me so bad that I needed to go to the hospital. I had passed out on the way there and when I woke up I found a card that said I wasn't welcome back home. He said that I should either die in that hospital bed or become a prostitute. I didn't go back home to get stuff, I just went away when I was released.  I didn't really know where to go and the only option to me seemed to go to London. In the capitol there must be some place for me. Well, there wasn't really. I was alone on the streets with no money at all. Liam found me after I had been homeless for about two weeks, maybe a little more I don't know exactly how much time had passed in that period. Liam was a sweet soul and took me home. Since then, I live with Liam and he pays for my studies. I protested for a while, not wanting to bother him. But I realized later that not everyone was like my father. He was genuinely nice to me and only wanted to help me. It's not easy for me to trust people, but it's getting easier now every time. 

'Niall? Why are you crying?' I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Harry's raspy voice. I move my hand to my cheeks and indeed there are tears streaming down. The sight of Harry laying there makes the tears fall more. It could have been me, my father had told me to become a prostitute and if I had listened to him, I would be Harry right now. 

Harry moves a little in the bed and opens his arms as a signal for me to crawl into them. I do and hide my face in his shirt. He wraps his arms tight around me and whispers calming words in my ear, with a few coughs in between but I don't care about that. 

It should be the other way around, me taking care of Harry. I mean, he's sick, is a prostitute and there is something he's not telling me yet. But instead he has me in his arms and I try to stop crying. It works once I start concentrating on the sound of Harry's heartbeat. Just a reminder that he's here and he's alive. The two most important things for me at the moment. 

'Sorry about that.' I say after my tears have completely stopped falling. I keep laying on Harry's chest though. It's nice, way too thin though, but nice. 

'No, don't apologize it's fine. What made you so upset? You don't have to tell if you don't want to, but some people say that talking helps.' Harry says and I find it ironic, cause he doesn't like talking about personal stuff himself at all.

I do tell him what happened though, with every detail my brain can remember. I get tears in my eyes again as I see my fathers angry face again. It's always easier to cry if you've cried earlier that day. Harry starts holding me tighter and I see tears in his eyes as well once I look up, he's good at holding them back but I know he gets the image. '- and well seeing you lying here just made me think that could have been me as a prostitute.' I end my story. The ending sentence has a tear rolling over Harry's cheek. I catch it with my thumb and he smiles softly at me. I'm not crying anymore, luckily.

'Niall, that's horrible! That should have never happened to you. I'm glad Liam found you and took care of you. I would have done the same, but I wasn't exactly near...' Harry says trailing of in the end. The question to ask where he was is on the tip of my tongue but I don't ask it. I'll let him tell it when he's ready. 

'I realize that now, but the memories still hurt.' I say with a sigh. It does, even if I try to block them out, when they do come back they hid me hard and the tears are like rivers then, streaming on my cheeks.

Harry nods and it's softly spoken but I do hear it. 'I know, I have that too.' Those words only bring more questions to me but instead of asking any I snuggle closer on his chest and when he coughs again I let the vibrations of his chest calm me down completely and forget about anything else in the world. Even if it's just for a second...

A/N

Little plot-twist! The opening dialogue is from Niall and his father and not of Harry, which I am sure some of you thought. 

Updates will come a little slow, as I have my last schoolexam week in two weeks (And my One Direction concert in on Wednesday!!! So excited!!! <3) but once I'm finished I'll update lots, I promise that!

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