Beautiful Sin |Narry|

18

A/N- You can hear this song throughout the chapter, it will be referenced in this chapter and many others, this song is very important.

Harry
I hate you.

I jump up from my bed, breathing heavily as I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead.

The pain I felt the day those words came out of Niall's mouth came rushing back, making me wince at the feeling of my heart tightening. 

I know he didn't mean it and I've tried so hard not to think about it and ignore the pain that it caused me, but it was still there and I couldn't ignore it.

I know we've moved passed it and we haven't talked about it, but maybe we should. Maybe this nightmare I just had is a sign that we should. It hurts too much. Just the thought of Niall even feeling that way towards me, hurts.

I need to know if there's even a part of him that feels that way towards me, because if he does, I don't know what I'd do with myself.

I stand up from my bed in a fast motion and walk straight out of my room and right into Niall's. Not caring if I'm shirtless and only in my boxers. I need an answer so bad that I feel myself losing it.

"Niall." I whisper once I'm in his room, walking towards him as I kneel by his bed.

"Niall." I whisper again, this time ruffling his hair softly, which made him stir.

A groan escapes his mouth and echoes throughout the room as he turns his head towards me, his eyes still closed.

"Ni." I mumble a bit louder, and again he groans. I know he hears me, he's just being lazy.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair, "Ni, do you hate me?"

I watch as he face creases into a confused look and with his eyebrows furrowed he mumbles, "H, it's early." H? that's new and I don't mind it, but he didn't answer my question. I won't ask again though, he's obviously not in the mood. I stand up from my kneeled position and quickly exit his room, making my way back to mine.

He didn't answer because he's tired, I mean it's early. I try to convince myself, but he didn't answer me and it's putting me on edge.

I lay back in my bed and close my eyes, it's okay, he doesn't hate me. I'm fine. We're fine.

I roll onto my side and pull my blanket up to my chin, trying to get the taunting thoughts out of my head. I don't know why I let small things like this take over me. Am I that weak? I shake my head, I'm not, I guess I'm just sensitive.

I spread myself into a comfortable position on my bed in an attempt to fall back to sleep. I don't need these negative thoughts running through my head this early.

As I finally began to feel sleep take over my body, a raspy voice fills my room, making me freeze in my laying position, facing away from the voice. "H, what was that about?"

Pretending to be asleep, I ignore the voice. I'm embarrassed. I didn't think about how weird it was of me to go into Niall's room really early in the morning asking him if he hated me until now. And it's one hundred percent embarrassing and weird.

I hear him huff and seconds later, I feel my bed dip in as a hand wraps around my waist above the blanket. I shiver at the sudden affection being expressed. "H, I know you're awake." And with that I open my eyes and turn my body to face Niall who's hand is still wrapped around my waist as he lays in my bed with his eyes glued on mine.

He's obviously tired. His hair is sticking up in different directions, there's small bags under his eyes, but he still looks beautiful as ever. He's still wearing the clothes he was wearing yesterday and that makes me smile. He's amazing.