About Angels - Narry

Chapter 10

Harry POV

Waking up seemed like last night, only this time I sprinted out of the warm bed, for a moment not really caring about how I got there in the first place, to the toilet to throw up. The smell of puke filled my nostrils, making me feel worse if that is still possible at this point. 

Suddenly I feel a body behind my own and a wet cloth on my forehead. Just like yesterday, when Niall was trying to cool my overheated skin down. The person draws small circles on my back. By that motion I know it's Niall. I've been drunk about twice in my whole life, but I always ended up sleeping at Niall's place.

Seeing as I'm a lightweight, it's easy to get me drunk and hangovers always seemed to hit me harder than Niall, even if I only drunk one shot and he drunk a whole bottle of vodka, I would be the one with the worst hangover. But when I get drunk, I always need to puke. It's gross, I know. Niall always drew circle motions over my back to calm me down, just like he's doing right now. 

Once I'm completely done and my stomach feels completely empty, Niall flushes the puke away and picks me up with ease it seems. Without any words being exchanged between the two of us, he carries me back to his bedroom and softly lays me down again before he lays down next to me himself.

It's not a secret that I'm a little taller than Niall, I've always been even when we were younger. That never mattered though, I've always been the one to make myself small and hide behind other people. In this case I'm hiding in Niall's protective arms wrapped around me. 

I know this must be extremely hard for Niall, it's like when he told me yesterday what happened to him in the years I was away. I felt horrible. I wish I would have been there to protect him from all those bad things happening to him, but instead we were both on our own in a world most people can't understand and never will understand.

'Harry, do you mind being here?' Niall asks, breaking the silence. His question stuns me a little. I don't mind being here, but it feels like I don't belong in a world like his. 

'No, it's just I am not like you and your friends. I don't want you to feel like you need to do something for me because we are best friends. You don't.' I reply, half saying what I really meant. 

'But you are Harry. You are just like them. You just don't see that. You don't see how truly amazing you are. I don't feel like I need to help you, I just want to because I know building your problems up without talking about it hurts. It hurts a lot and if I can do something to help and take the pain away I would love to.' Niall says softly stroking through my curls.

'I'm not amazing. I'm nothing special or anything. I wouldn't know how you could take away all of this, Niall. I don't want you to have to life I have. You should enjoy it, go out with friends and live your own life.' I say with a sigh.

This time Niall lifts my chin up before he speaks up, making me look straight into his eyes. 'You are everything you think your not. You know, since I saw you on the street that night, I've been thinking about the day I came back from holiday. You were seven, remember? Your parents just told you they were getting an divorce. You were sitting on the swing close to the pond and some older bullies had pushed you off and had put dirt down your shirt. You had crawled away and I had seen it all before I had come rushing to you, Harry do you remember the moment I'm talking about?' Niall asks and I simply nod. I remember that moment extremely well.

That day was horrible, it had been raining all morning and when it was finally getting lighter outside and the rain had stopped pouring down from the sky, my parents suddenly called me and my sister Gemma downstairs. They had told us they were getting a divorce. My mum would move out of town to Manchester with Gemma and I would stay here with dad. I felt horrible, my mother and sister both going away at once. I had run away to the location Niall described and when those older boys were harassing me, Niall had appeared. At that moment we were already best friends, he was almost eight, I was just seven, but he yelled against the boys. I can't remember exactly what he had said but the boys went away and Niall had helped me up and cleaned me before we went to his house where I had told hem everything while letting some more tears fall. I had definitely cried a lot that day. 

'Do you know how I felt that day? Horrible. Even as a child I hated to see people with sad faces, even worse if they are crying. I know I couldn't take the pain away from you nor could I protect you from what your parents were doing, but I could give you some comfort. It's not much, but I always want to be able to give that to you. If someone needs a warm hug they could always come to me. But if there would come two people to me and one of them would be you, than you would go first. Not because I know you since we were kids, but because you mean the most to me. After everything we found each other again and I think that's what true friendship is about. Always coming back to one other.' Niall ends his little speech.

Those sweet words directed to me, bring emotions up to surface. A place I don't want them to be. Before I know it, I'm crying in Niall's arms. I know what I need to do now and I need to do it soon. He deserves to know. He deserves to know what happened when I suddenly disappeared. True friendship, he called me a true friend.

Me, the weird guy no one ever loved, ever cared about and most of all never accepted, is called a true friend by the person that means the most to me. The person I have feelings for that could almost be described as love. If I could only know what that word means to me.

A/N

Not my best written chapter and it also a bit of a weird filler chapter. Those also need to have a place in stories right? 

I know it's not the best chapter in the world, but it's something and I'm trying to get to the point where I want to be in the next chapter and I'm pretty sure I succeed in that. 

I hope you enjoyed it!

:) xx