this // narry au

28. arabella

SHOUTOUT to betweenlarry because she's writing a Spanish translation of this and she's very lovely

A/N: AND IM ONLY UPDATING BECAUSE CALUM'S NUDES LEAKED AND LIAM'S B-DAY

calum's nudes made me second guess who i am on this planet and everything i've done calum's nudes made me reevaluate my entire life

i watched the pilot of Sherlock and these are my thoughts:

-why is john in love with everything Sherlock does

-is Sherlock an alien???

-BENEDICT'S EYEBROWS I PHYSICALLY CAN'T I JUST

- wHY was john limping with a walker, unable to even walk up stairs one second and like a minute later jumping from roof to roof with sherlock how does that work what kinda painkillers does he use damn

- why does murder make sherlock so happy

- why the bloody hell did he move in with him after one day of knowing him

28 - Arabella

After a few minutes of me asking Niall more questions and him replying with stupid metaphors, I lock myself in my room.

Love is love. Love is being completely and utterly infatuated with somebody; and suicide is the action of killing yourself.

(Unless Niall's going at the thought of loving somebody so much it kills you, literally. I hope he wasn't.)

"Who did you love, Niall Horan?" I shout into my apartment, leaving the safety of my bedroom.

"Secrets are secrets." Niall hums, sitting on the floor in front of my TV. Why the hell is he there?

"Still! Who did you love so much it hurt you." I press, crossing my arms and trying to be intimidating.

Niall gives me a half-blank and half-confused look.

"I mean if it's personal I understand..." I start to fidget.

"Rule number two of knowing me, nothing's personal." Niall says. "So what's rule number one?"

"Rule number one isn you lie."

Niall gives me a somewhat proud look, before muttering: "Isabella."

"Who is Isabella?" Like Arabella, Artic Monkeys or...?

"The beautiful girl I fell in love with, Harry Styles." Niall whispers. "And yes, I lie. Not the answer I was going for, but it'll do."

"Isabella from... Canada?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "Is she the girl you talked about?"

"Yeah, cute Isabella from Canada." A goofy smile crosses Niall's mouth.

"What happened between you and Isabella?" I sit on the floor beside him.

"Everything," Niall replies. "Every possible bad thing that could ever happen to anybody happened to us."

"Someone got shot?"

"Did you forget who I am?" Niall asks, laughing a bit.

"Cancer?" I challenge.

"Her brother died with lung cancer. My best mate."

"What was the thing you did to her? The thing that you said was so bad you couldn't tell me?"

Niall whispers, "Spoilers."

"This isn't some River Song bullshit, Niall." I grumble. "Tell me!"

"You'll know when it comes, because it'll happen to you too."

"Will it make me call the police on you like Isabella did?"

"Hopefully not." Niall grimaces.

"You wouldn't do anything to hurt me purposely though, right?"

Niall stays quiet for a second before smiling out: "I wouldn't dream of it, princess."

Rule number one: Niall lies.

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After that Niall's quiet all day, only talking if you start the conversation, but other then that he's just thinking, dazing off in the middle of conversations and for the first time since I met him, he seemed really out of it.

But like, if you bring up somebody's forbidden love in an everyday conversation do you change the subject or talk about it?

(Because Niall seemed pretty bottled up for such a "nothing's personal" guy.)

"Niall?" I ask, jumping atop my island to eat my Mr. Noodles soup. (I don't have the effort to cook a five-star meal everyday.)

"Yeah, princess?" Niall asks.

"Do you want to talk about it? Or her?" I ask.

"I don't know." Niall's small smirk falls, seeing that I haven't dropped the subject. "No one asks."

"Well do you? I mean we can talk about Isabella if you want to, or we can just talk about if the power bottom is Dean or Castiel if you want. Even though it's obviously Dean."

Niall laughs lightly, "I'll talk about her."

"Last name?"

"Don't remember." Niall whispers.

"What did she look like then?"

"She had pretty dark brown eyes that had these specks of gold in them and black hair that she always complained about being dull but never did anything to fix it."

(Great choice Harry he's going to start a rant on her beauty.)

"What happened, on the last day you saw each other?" I murmur.

"Do you really want to know, Harry Styles?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and nod.

Niall leans in towards my face. "I broke her heart."

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A/N: a lot of you say "harry and niall should have sex so they can become closer as a couple" you little liars you just want smut and want to look cute while asking for it iM ONTO YOU

I'm in a whirlwind of wanting to be jade thirlwall and wanting to marry jade thirlwall

and wHY does everybody think I'm killing somebody do I give off the john green vibe or what like wassup guys you'll give me ideas if you keep coming up with some entire plot on how harry dies

QUESTION: since everybody asks if I'm killing somebody and I want to freak you guys out; who would you rather be killed off in this story, Harry or Niall?

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p.s. IM NOT CONFIRMING OR DENYING THE DEATH OF ANY CHARACTERS