Golden Heart n.s

49. Missing

NIALL

"Harry, babe slow down!" I call out to him as I sprint to catch up with him. Thankfully, he slows down, allowing me to do so.

"Can you believe him? Oh my god!" Harry yells just as I catch up to him, before he's releasing an exasperated groan. He abruptly swings his tightly clenched fist towards the brick wall next to us.

I gasp in shock as he yells out in pain. I watch in horror how the brick wall stains red with his blood. He's about to swing another shot towards the wall, but I'm quickly reaching for his hands, catching his wrist before he can injure himself further.

He stares at me, eyes hard and angry, but they are glassed with tears, just waiting to fall. His features slowly soften before he drops his head down, letting a heartbreaking cry spill from his lips. A sound so raw from the inside, so broken. A weight of sorrow presses onto my heart as I hear him cry his poor heart out, releasing all the pent up emotions.

I silently tug on his arm, before encircling my arms around his shoulders, pressing his forehead into the crook of my neck, his arms wrap tightly around my waist, clinging tightly onto me as he cries in my arms.

Brick by brick, all his walls come tumbling down. His cries start off slow and soft but it rises to a wail that tears at my heart right down the middle, shedding some tears of my own.

"I'm sorry." I croak out between my soft cries of my own. "I'm sorry." I repeat.

He shakes his head vehemently, only releasing another sob, sobbing into my chest unceasingly, his hands clutching at my white shirt.

"My father was in about the arranged marriage." I tell him, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "It was his idea. He didn't want us to date. I'm sorry he's putting you through all this. I'm sorry he's putting us through all this. I'm just so sorry, baby."

He simply fists his fingers tighter onto my shirt, as though afraid I'd just slip away. Not that I'm ever going to.

"I'm so scared of not being with you." He sobs. "So so scared."

My heart clenches tightly at his words, silent tears spilling from my eyes as I watch him completely break down before me. "Oh baby, that will never happen. Ever. I promise you." I say, as strongly as I could muster. As much as I want to believe my own words, I myself don't even know if we can keep to that promise. But for now, that will be the consolation that both of us needs.

Both our fathers, Jed, maybe even Ed, they're out to make our lives a living hell. They may break us apart, and I don't know how long either of us can last before we crumble. But what I do know is that I'd definitely do everything in my power to ensure that we'll be okay.

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I silently dab some anti septic solution on his busted knuckles, almost wincing at the sight of the bloody, open and raw wound. I reach for the bandage, wrapping it tightly around his knuckles, before pinning the end in place. Immediately, the blood seeps and stains through the thin, cotton gauze.

"You're not mad?" He asks softly.

"Mad at what, babe?" I ask, keeping the first aid back into its box.

"For ruining your father's 'party'." He says.

I sigh, shaking my head. "I mean, I was a little surprise at first, but it's a good thing that you did. I wanted to get out of there so badly." I mumble, gesturing for him to lie back down on his bed to rest.

"I'm sorry if I ruined your relationship with your father. I never meant to." He murmurs.

"Harry, you didn't ruin anything. If anything, it's him who ruined it himself." He sighs at my words, choosing not to reply before he's reaching out to tug on my arm. I get the message, laying myself down on his chest.