this // narry au

40. oh captian! my captian!

A/N: you were threatening to murder me so here you go a free chapter don't hurt me pls im a nice person honestly all i really do is think about harry styles and write stories about harry styles

also updating because demon!dean is hot af

and since 60+ of you requested that Harry call Niall daddy I'll do it you owe me though

and the chapter kind sucks compared to that climax last chapter I'm sorry

40 - O Captain! My Captain! (if nobody understands this title reference omg)

I stay silent for what feels like an eternity, but then I whisper: "What?"

"I love you, you fucking idiot." Niall whispers but his voice starts get louder with every word, "I've always loved you; the second I looked at you I fell in love, and you didn't even notice. I'm in love with your voice and your eyes and your face and your height and your personality and your hands--! I'm in love with you, dammit!" Niall voice starts to waver, turning back into a whisper. "I'm in love with you, why can't you see that? Why don't you think I love you?"

"But--"

"I've loved you ever since I saw you in that cute sweater and you blushed at everything and was quiet and insecure in that corner store." Niall continues, "Please, I'm begging you, stop second guessing how I feel about you. I'm unsure about a lot of things Harry Styles but you I'm positive. I. Love. You. So much."

"Niall--"

"Shh." Niall says softly. "Just... think,"

Niall Horan, the man who made love and romance seem like it had the equivalence to murder; was in love.

With me.

Me, of all 8 billion people on this terrible planet.

"Niall."

"You're crying again." Niall mumbles, a small smile playing at his lips.

"No shit." I whisper, as he pulls me into a bear hug.

We stand there just like that for a long moment-- Just my arms around Niall and his arms around me in the silence of my apartment, just appreciating each others existence.

I bury my face into Niall's neck and he lets out a short laugh, running his hands through the hair at the nape of my neck.

"I can't believe you're crying." Niall mumbles, rubbing my back. "You big baby. It's not sad that I love you. At least, not yet."

"I'm a very emotional person and I've had a very emotional day." I mutter. "And you love me. After that whole lecture on why not to fall in love and everything-- You fell in love with me."

Niall rubs my back. "I think I've loved you for a long time now, I just didn't want to admit it."

"That's cute." I sniffle, finally pulling away from the hug and kissing him.

He lets out the smallest moan, his mouth moving gingerly with mine.

Is this really love? I had gotten so infatuated with the fake movie love that I forgot what real love felt like. Love isn't the movie Love Actually (I wish though); this is love.

This really was genuine love. He made me happy.

Happy, was a word I could never use to describe myself. But at this point I think I'm getting there.

"I'm in love with you too, Niall Horan." I sniffle, "I genuinely actually am. I love you."

It has to be love. There wasn't anything else to describe it with. This isn't appreciation or lust or adoration, this is love.