this // narry au

19. change my mind

I JUST ALMOST DELETED THIS WHOLE BOOK WITH ALL THE CHAPTERS HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM SHAKING

shout out to nialls_ars_jiggles and her sister for the cover art oHMF I GET ART

A/N: I adore writing this story because it's a story about a depressed guy yet the story isn't depressing and how this story is on how Niall's a criminal but Harry doesn't really care much and it's just a Niall and Harry story based on two lads that's my kind of stORY

i love writing this story because harry's depressed yet the story isn't depressing, and Niall's a criminal, yet he's not some rude asshole he's a little shit that adores harry styles like its exact opposite of everybody's expectations and i love that it's just a story about two lads that occasionally makeout

and i think ill dedicate this chapter to robin williams because you were a true mvp and my favourite person in the whole entire existence of everybody on earth rest in peace, homie (really though i cried aLL OF YESTERDAY)

PETER PAN ISNT SUPPOSED TO DIE GUYS AND ROBIN IS PETER PAN IM NOT VERY OKAY

:(((((((

19 - Change My Mind

"You're so lovely," Niall murmurs.

I give him a small smile but I don't reply.

"What now?" Niall asks after a moment of silence.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we together, friends with benefits, do you still want me to leave--"

"Don't leave, please." I interrupt. "I don't know what I'd do if you left."

"A week and a half and you can't live without me." Niall smirks, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Irish charm, isn't it? I'm irresistible."

"No," I redden, then I realize I'm still clinging onto the collar of Niall's shirt and I flush even more red, letting go and mumbling an apology.

"No..." Niall whispers, grabbing my hands and wrapping them around his neck before returning his to my waist. "I liked that. You have soft hands."

"What do you want to be?" I whisper, trying to look anywhere but at Niall because what if this is some giant experiment.

Or some terrible prank someone decided would be funny.

Plus the aftershock was starting to settle in that I did just kiss a most wanted criminal; but at the same time it didn't really matter anymore.

Niall wasn't some fancy, bejewelled prized criminal worth millions of dollars-- He was just Niall.

Lilac-haired, alcoholic, flirty, cocky Niall Horan that just so happened to have a thing for me.

"I don't want to force you into anything..." Niall leans in towards my ear. "But I really like you."

No shit. You've told me every single day.

"You know what," I murmur and Niall pulls back, raising an eyebrow.

"I think I like--" I pause. "I think I'll get back to you on that."

Niall lets out an aggravated groan,"I know you like me, you know you like me, everybody knows you like me-- You just got to admit it at this point."

I shake my head and wriggle myself out of Niall's grip, but not before he grabs my arm.

"Where are you..."

"I got a morning shift at HMV." I murmur.

"Don't leave me again."

"I'm running out of money," I whisper, feeling something churn in my stomach from the sad way Niall was looking at me.