a Life Changing Night (a Narry Storan story)

chapter 4

A/N: So this was already almost finished when i posted the last chapter, but while re-reading it i kept changing stuff. It's finished now though and dedicated to my loyal reader and reviewer @Haylz_1D, love you! Enjoy :)

(Niall's POV)

I hid my face under the pillow, drawing the sheets closer around me, cocooning myself in it. Desperately trying to block out the faint sound of Harry crying downstairs. It pained me. I was the reason he was crying, the reason of his heartbreak and that guilt was eating at me. Part of me was still angry about what he did. He had messed up really badly by going out and getting drunk. I was aware of that, but he apologized for it and had done everything he could to make it up and make it right. He had been on his best behavior all day. Had been great when we met the surrogate mothers and showed them much interest. Asking them a lot of questions, answering theirs and even telling them about us as a family. I couldn't have asked for more, so why was I still mad at him? Yes of course he had been hangover and all. Was stupid enough to get drunk the night before this important day for us, but he had taken it as a man. No one had noticed anything different about him, well except maybe the people that knew and I had to respect that, because I for sure couldn't have pulled that off. Still it made me angry, but most of all I was disappointed in him. Disappointed that he would go do such a thing. That he had grabbed to the bottle to soothe his nerves instead of coming to me and tell me about it. Sure I had noticed that he had been a little anxious, but so was I. To me it was normal if you looked at our situation, so I thought nothing more of it. Now I could slap myself for not sitting him down to talk to him about it. If I had done that he most likely wouldn't have gotten drunk and I wouldn't have gotten so incredible angry. At him, but also at myself, for letting this happen.

Guilt started rising within me. Had I taken my anger to far earlier? I feared I did. Today had been an emotional loaded day with the meetings and all. Combined with the anger from Harry's mistake, my own emotions had been extremely high. So when he had tried to make it up to me by giving me the hat something inside of me just exploded, making me reacted by yelling at Harry that I hated him. Of course I didn't mean it, I said it at the heath of the moment. When all emotions I had been holding in all day came bursting out, all my anger and frustration towards him. Still that didn't give me the right to yell that to him. To hurt him like that. Even if he had made an awful mistake, he didn't deserve that.

At that moment I heard movement on the stairs, indicating that Harry was coming up. Anxious I held my breath, hoping he would still come to our bedroom where I wanted him. Not that I could blame him if he choose to go to one of the guestrooms instead after what I did. The moment I heard the sounds of the door opening my heart almost exploded in relief. Having to fight the urge to lift my head, I didn't want to scare him, but it was hard. Especially when I heard him sniffling softly, which was soon followed by the rustling of clothes. Not much later I felt the bed dip on Harry's side. Smiling slightly I was happy and relieved that he was here with me.

Moving my arm I untangled it from the sheets, hearing him gasp slightly. Blindly I moved my hand back to grab his own, tugging it, indicating that I wanted him to come closer. Feeling him stiffen, before he hesitantly shuffled closer. Relieved I pulled his arm around me, resting it on my waist and entwining our fingers together. “I's sorry” I whispered, moving back slightly so my back was pressed against his chest. “I shouldn't have said that Hazza. It was completely out of line and I'm terrible sorry.” There was no responds at first, but than I felt his forehead rest against the back of my neck, pressing a soft kiss on my skin a bit lower. I shivered at the tingling sensation. “Am I forgiven?” I whispered. Feeling pretty sure I was, but I still had to ask. Having to make sure.

Pulling me even closer Harry hummed a little. “Yeah. Just don't ever say that again ok” he told me, voice hoarse from all the crying.

“Never baby, I promise. I shouldn't have said it to you in the first place. No matter how angry I was, it doesn't give me the right to say something so hurtful to you. Especially when I didn't meant it” I told him honestly. Needing to let him know that.

“It's ok. You had every right to be angry at me. It's my own damn fault for screwing up.” My heart clenched at the amount of guilt in his voice. When he had apologized earlier there had been guilt too, but also a lot of desperation. Now it was just pure guilt and sorrow. “It won't ever happen again Nialler, I promise you that.”

He didn't need to promise that, I had faith in him. Believed him when he told just told me that. In my opinion we couldn't be in a relationship if I didn't trust him. Sure he had made mistakes, but he's only human after all and I was positive he had learned from it. Besides this time it was him that had gone and made a mistake, screwed up, next time it might be me. Though I sincerely hoped it wouldn't be such a big deal like this was, even if it had turned out alright. The out come could have been dreadful, the consequences could have been disastrous. I had to stop a shudder at the thought, that was fortunately spared for us. Mostly because of Harry realizing in just how much trouble we and he especially would have been if he hadn't got his act together in time. For that I was very thankful. “I know you won't.” Bringing one of his hands up, kissing it softly. “So you are forgiven, even if what you did was incredible stupid. Just don't let it ever happen again.”

“I won't, I swear.” He told me and I felt him smile against my neck, nuzzling it lightly with his nose. “So how about that hat, do you still want it?” I chuckled because we both already knew the answer. Still I was glad he asked it, it lighten up the atmosphere between us. Took out the serious note. “I love you.”

Grinning I turned my head and leaned back a little, so I could see him. “Love you to babe.” I captured his lip in a kiss. Moving my arm up and my hand to the back of his head. Letting our tongues battle slowly, lazily. For now everything was alright, but I knew even though we had forgiven each other it would still take some time to forget.

A/N: So did it life up to the expectations? Hope it did. Let me know please!! xx