If I Fell (narry)

Merry fucking Christmas

Niall wakes up when he feels movement next to him, he was quick to open his eyes and look. He sighs when he sees it's Harry sleeping, he could smell alcohol on him and knew he had probably confused this bed to his own. He stares at him and couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked, with his messy curls and red lips that were slightly parted. It takes him a bit to snap out of the trance, once he did he tried getting out of bed but struggled and soon gave up. It was the bump that got in the way and it was frustrating how much it was growing.

"Do you need help?" Harry asks in a groggy voice, he had woken up to Niall's cussing.

"No," He glares as he laid there with a pout on his lips. "And why the fuck are you sleeping here?" He snaps at him.

"Sorry I was too drunk to think clearly." He was glad he wasn't feeling like shit anymore, he had a slight headache but it was bearable.

"Yeah, you stink of cheap beer." Niall had his back on him, he didn't want to look at him and do something stupid he would regret.

"Nadine spilled some on me." Harry mumbles.

"How lovely." He rolls his eyes.

"It's Christmas Eve," He didn't know why he was still laying there, he should've moved to his bed and not piss Niall even anymore.

"Oh so now you want to talk?" Niall turns on his other side to look at Harry. "Okay, how about you don't make moves on me and then avoid me or pretend I don't exist?"

"Niall,"

"If you don't like me back that's fine but don't be messing with my head, because that shit hurts." He was surprised at the bit of confidence he had gotten and he had to thank his hormones for that.

"I don't know what you want from me." Harry pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Respect," Niall wanted to slap him so bad at this point. "Respect my fucking feelings, asshole."

"I'm sorry." He sits up looking out the window and noticing a few snowflakes falling down from the grey sky.

Niall starts to cry all of a sudden, he wishes he didn't though. He didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Harry. But the thought of him not ever being loved by someone got to him and it scared him. He had fallen for the wrong person once again.

"Nia—"

"I'm fine," Niall struggles to get up but succeeds this time, he gets out of bed and walks out of the bedroom without another word. He heads downstairs surprised to see no one, he goes to the lounge room to sit on the sofa and wait for someone to wake up. He kept his hands on his bump tapping his fingers as he watched the snow fall from the sky.

"I didn't mean to upset you." Harry sits on the armchair. "I don't want you to be sad on Christmas Eve."

"You didn't upset me, I said I was fine didn't I?" He says not taking his eyes away from the window.

"You're not." He sighs. "You can lie all you want but I can see you're not okay."

"You really don't want to mess with me today," Niall warns him, he could already feel his blood start to boil in anger.

Harry stays quiet for a while letting it all go silent, his eyes glued to Niall. He became confused and a bit frustrated with himself when he got the urge of wanting to kiss him, something he's been trying to figure out. Did he like Niall or did he admire him? Was he falling for Niall or was he falling in love with the thought of him having his baby? It was all so confusing and complicated. He hated it. "Do you hate me?" He asks.