Hold My Hand | h.s. + n.h.

Chapter Six

Word Count: 4309

This took way too long, and for that I apologize. I've just been focusing on school, it's my senior year so this year's marks count a whole lot. Hopefully you can forgive me? :)

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Third Person Point of View

Niall left shortly after he and Harry had eaten supper and they had watched a handful of movies. As he drove home, he let the music emitting from the radio play softly in the background as he thought, mentally checking his calendar. He couldn't remember if it was tomorrow, or two days from now, that he was scheduled to do some recording. Which was fine with Niall, really, he absolutely adored recording. It was one of his favorite ways to get away from his troublesome thoughts.

Niall doesn't know what his episode at Harry's will do for their relationship. It'll probably only do it good, but Nial does not necessarily want that. He wants to push Harry away, far away, so that Harry is less likely to get hurt. Niall doesn't want him hurting like he is; that would surely kill what is left of him.

As Nial pulls up in his mansion's driveway, he whimpers and visibly shrinks into his seat upon seeing Alex's car. Niall knew he would be here, he's here nearly every night, but it's the other cars parked beside, and no doubt behind, his home that really sets Niall off. On Alex's terms, Niall is late and when Alex founds out Niall was with Harry, Niall is not too sure he's going to be able to get out of bed tomorrow by the time the night's events are done with.

Harry's Point of View

I exhale as I slack against my chair, closing my textbook. My first exam is on Tuesday, five days from today. Zach was here earlier after classes studying with me, and we procrastinated a little, discussing how having exams starting early in the week could be beneficial.

After getting ready for bed, I mentally pray that Louis nor Nick call me and try to guilt me into attending a party with them. Thus avoiding having them tease me since it's only 8:43pm and I'm already in bed, all tuckered out on a Friday night. That would surely prompt some life long jokes on my expense from them. I look at my phone's battery percentage and decide not to charge it; it's on 74%, and if I charge it while it still has more than 10%, it'll make the battery weaker when it comes to holding a charge. I cuddle into my pillow, grabbing one from the other side of the bed and hold it to my chest; I'm feeling lonely tonight, but I haven't had a cuddle buddy in a long while, so my pillow will have to do.

I frown into my pillow when sleep isnt immediate. I'm worried about Niall's mental health. Well frankly, I'm worried about Niall in general. He's been pushing me out for so long, then suddenly he's slowly letting me back in and giving me glimpses of his hurt. But just as often as he's letting me in, Niall's pushing me away again and we end up fighting. I snuggle further into my pillow and will for sleep to take me. I need to stop thinking.

My phone is ringing from my nightstand, and I groan irritably as I reach for it. I check the caller ID, and my irritation fades. It's my mum, and she's only calling at three am because it's probably mid-afternoon wherever she is.

"Hi mum."

"Hi Sweetie! I'm sorry, I have woken you up, haven't I?"

I stretch out my legs and torso as I reply.

"Well, I suppose it is what it is. It's only 5 in the afternoon here."

"Where are you now?"

"I have no clue! I can't pronounce the name of it," she chuckles at herself, and I do the same. "So, have you broken that iPhone I bought you for your birthday yet?"