More Than Forever

Forgiveness?

        "NIALLLLLLL." Liam called. 

Gasping loudly, Niall grabbed a towel, and pressed it to his arm, "Just a minute!" he replied.

"You need to come down now! Your food is getting cold! By the way, why did Zayn leave so quickly?"

"Is Harry here?" 

"Harry? Uh, yeah. He's downstairs. Why?"

"Get him."

"Why can't I--"

"GET HARRY."

"Fine, fine." Liam muttered then called for Harry.

               Pretty soon, the bathroom door opened. Harry gasped, "Niall!"

"Shut the door." Niall whimpered. Harry shut it, locked it, and examined Niall's wrist, "Why did you do this? Zayn wouldn't approve! No one would!"

"Haters would."

"Niall."

"Harry."

"Let me get the first aide okay? I'll clean you up."

"Thank you." Niall whispered and slid down onto the floor. 

               Harry had a gentle touch. He was very nice with Niall. He smiled and wrapped the guaze around Niall's wrist, "Don't do this again aight? I'll get you a sweat shirt to put on to cover it. We don't have to tell anyone else."

"He left me."

"What?" Harry gasped, "Zayn left you?"

"I told him about us."

"Noooo!" Harry moaned, "But....you are what I wanted.....I'm sorry....but I can't say I am sorry."

Niall gave him a puzzeled look. He pressed his mouth against Harry's then pulled away, "Damn. You're a good kisser."

"I am, yes." Harry grinned and ran his fingers through Niall's hair.

"I feel like we're having an affair."

"We aren't."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm." Harry replied. He stood up and walked over to the door, "You coming to eat?"

"I may later. right now I just want to reflect. I may try to call Zayn."

"So.....he's your choice?"

"Harry. You're selfish."

"Well, you're a hot sexy mofo."

"Hmm. I like that."

                  That night, Harry was sitting alone in the den when he heard foot steps. He sat up and paused his movie. Niall appeared wearing his gray sweat suit and his hair touseled. "Hey." he whispered.

"Hey." Harry mumbled.

"Can I join you?"

"Mhmm."

Niall sat next to him on the sofa and sighed, "I couldn't sleep. Zayn wouldn't answer me calls or texts."

"I'm sorry. This is my fault."

"But you want me so I know you're not completely sorry." Niall half smiled.

"I should have been more respectful of your relationship with Zayn though. I mean, he's your husband."

"I know....my mum called but I ignored it. I dunno what to say to her."

"Maura loves you so much. She'll be understanding."

"I hope so."

"I dunno what to say to you....erm....but I do, erm, know what I to do to you."

                Niall's eyes widened. He looked at Harry and burst out laughing, "Oh my God! That is so kinky!"

"Well, you asked."

"I never." he grinned.

"Well, in my mind you're begging me." 

"Hahaha. I love your pervertedness."

"I love it to....but now it's pissing me off....Niall?"

"Mhmm?" Niall looked at Harry.

Harry half smiled and took Niall's hand, "I know I love you....but I'm not the one for you. Trust me, Zayn is the one for you. It's not me."

Pressing his brow together, Niall began to open his mouth. Harry interrupted him, "I'll fix this. I'm gonna find Zayn for you."

"Harry--"

"Niall. Listen to me. I have made a huge mistake. I messed up your happiness. Just give me a chance to find him alright?"

Saying nothing, Niall nodded his head, "I need time to think though. I think I'm gonna go home to Ireland for a few days."

Ireland

            "Good to have you home." Maura warmly smiled while she made dinner for Niall and Greg. Niall lied his head down upon the table and sighed, "Good to be home."

Greg was looking at him, "You wanna hang out later, bro?"

"Sure." Niall replied and sat up, "Mum, can I take a nap in your room? Chris is in mine."

"Sure, honey. No problem."

"Thanks." Niall stood up and walked upstairs. He opened the door to his mother and step-father's bedroom. He flopped down onto the bed and took out his cell phone. First, he tweeted: I love our fans so much! You all are the greatest! xo Lots of love! 

Next, he sent a text to Zayn: I love you so much. Please. Forgive me.