About Angels - Narry

Chapter 9

Harry POV

I feel rough, yet soft lips touching my forehead. I blink a couple of times to see Niall walking out of the room. Did he just kiss my forehead? Why would he do that? I would imagine him being afraid of me and my job. Or disgusted. Probably the last one, but he doesn't seem like that at all. 

It's easy to imagine him being afraid. Niall told me his own father had told him to go on the streets and to become a prostitute. Who's father would do that? Not that I could judge that, it's not like I actually know my father. 

A quick glance on the clock makes me sit up straight on the soft bed. That wasn't the smartest action as a cough escapes from my throat. Shit, that hurts a lot. To make that worse, my nose has started running as well. 

Every person in the world would call in sick to work at moments like this, but I couldn't. Not only for the fact that I don't have the phone number of my boss, but also because even if I had, I would be fired immediately. If I would be fired, I would be nowhere. I would have no one left. Well, maybe Niall, but I can't ask him to take me in. He has done so much for me already, I can't ask him for more. 

A part of me knows that if Niall or Liam would find out what I was planning on doing right now, that they would keep a closer watch to me and definitely not let me go. So I take my dirty tank top, taking off Niall's warm and comfortable sweater and folding it back neatly, putting it back in his closet. I pull on the clothes I'm supposed to wear as a prostitute, a tank top and skinny jeans that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. I also slip on my old and worn down white All Stars. 

I turn around once I'm in front of the door and walk back to the bed, making it so it's like I wasn't even there in the first place. Maybe they already forget about me, it's not like I matter anyway. That thought, that they already forget about me gets tears in my eyes, but I fight them back. 

Without looking back I open the door and close it behind me. I wander around the corridor for a while searching for some stairs, failing once I walk into a death-end. I walk back in the other direction, this time finding the stairs. 

First, I try to walk down as quiet as possible, but stop and walk normal once I notice the stairs don't creak at all. Downstairs I listen to the sounds of laughter coming from the right side. Not sure what's there, but I'm guessing it's the living room or the kitchen. One of the sounds is definitely Niall. If other people can make him laugh, then they can also take care of him. He doesn't need me. 

I stop again at the front door. With closed eyes I reach for the handle, twisting it to find it opening I whisper 'Goodbye, Niall. I hope I can see you again sometime.' With those last words, whispered to no one in particular, I open the door and close it quietly behind me. Niall's laughing being the last thing I hear before I close the door completely. 

Liam's mansion is pretty far away from the street I'm supposed to be at in like fifteen minutes. I'm never going to be there in time, hopefully he'll believe me once I say I had a call from someone for the first hour.. If not, then I'm screwed.

With a sigh I start walking on the sidewalk I've walked so many times, only this time my heart feels heavy. I don't want to leave Niall, I want to just stay there with him and make some more nice memories, but I'm scared. I know Niall for so long and beside the face that I don't want to ask anything more from him, I also don't want him to find out about what happened. About all those things I try so desperately to push back, but they come back every time. 

I feel sicker than before, my vision is slightly blurry but this time it's even worse then this morning. Niall took good care of me though, but I'm making it worse with going out in the cold dressed like this. I know I need to go on if I want to get some where, but with the way I'm feeling now I'm not sure if I come far. Let alone reach my destiny. 

An icy wind blows and it has me shivering even more. With every step I take away from the mansion, the harder it feels to fight against the tears and the harder if feels for me to stay on my feet.

Suddenly I feel like I'm falling into nothing and then there are two strong arms around me holding me up. 'You're the one I'm looking for.' I hear a familiar voice say. It's Zayn I notice once I look up and see his quiff. 'Shit, mate. You look even worse than I expected. Hold on tight, I'm going to carry you.' 

'W-why a-are y-y-you looking for m-me?' I stutter. I don't really stutter often, it's more from the cold and the shivers that are running through my body. 

'Liam called, said you had stayed at his house and that you ran of. He and Louis thought you would be on your way to the street and Niall was close to having a panic attack from what I heard.' Zayn says as he begins to walk in a really slow and careful pace. I must really look like I could shatter any moment or something. 

'I'm sorry.' I whisper, but it still comes out croaked. 'I-I didn't-t want t-t-to s-scare them a-at a-all.' One of the tears I had been holding back so long slips out this time. I wipe it away as fast as I can though and shallow the sobs and force the other tears to stay back. 

'Shh Harry, they understand. Of course they were worried, they care about you and so do I. We'll talk about this later. I think it would be better if you would be somewhere warmer and safer right now. We're only a few minutes away.' Zayn says and I can only manage to nod. My sight has become too blurry to even see, making my head spinning as I try hard to keep looking at the road ahead of us.

After a few moments of trying I pass out in Zayn's arms without even realizing it. 

A/N 

A fast update! I can't promise an update every day, but after not updating for two weeks I thought I should spoil you a little with another update. 

Please tell me if I made any mistakes, I know there could be a lot.

Hope you enjoy it!

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