the ballast of life // narry (slow updates) boyxboy

six

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Niall invited me over to his place to help him watch his nephew, Theo. I had come over once before when he was over and well, all I can say is that Niall is great with kids.

I walked up the steps to Niall's porch, where I almost trppied over thanks to the new boots I had bought, I still hadn't gotten used to the bulky things. I walked straight into his house, without knocking or anything, the Horan's were expecting me anyway.

"What if no one was home?" Niall obviously tries to scare me by quickly bear hugging me from behind, but it fails, and I laugh. He let's go and I turn around, he has already walked back into the lounge, considering the entrance next to the front door.

"Someone is always home." I say.

"Not true." I don't know why he's trying to defend his family by saying the house is not always occupied, maybe he wants me to think that his family has a life, even though I know they don't. I laugh as if to say 'yeah, right' and Niall laughs along.

I sit on the sofa, next to Niall. Theo plays with a few cars on the carpet. The only thing I can do is to wait for Niall to pick him up. For some reason, he doesn't, and stays quiet the whole time. Well, this is weird as fuck.

I want to make this less awkward, because it really shouldn't be. "So, h-" I was cut off by a screaming Theo.

I look over to Niall, to see if he's going to do anything, but he just stares at Theo and frowns, some parent he's going to make one day.

"Shut your nephew up." I say to him.

"I don't know what he wants" He is beggining to get fustrated. I've never really looked after a two-year old before, so I have no idea.

"Just give it some food." I tell him, gesturing to the toddler sreaming on the floor. His cry was annoying, it was going to give me a headache.

"He's not an it, Harry." He get's up and goes to the kitchen, only to come back thirty seconds later empty-handed.

"What to you feed babies?" He asks me.

"I don't fucking know." Niall rolls his eyes and turns on his heels back into the kitchen.

Once again, He arrives with a glass of milk. I'm pretty sure you need to heat it, or get the milk from the mothers tits, but I don't say anything as I notice the look of relief wash over Niall's face when Theo finally quiets down.

Then Theo chucks the glass, causing the milk to spill all over the grey carpet.

"What the fuck, Theo?" Niall said, annoyed. The toddler ignores him and starts to rub his hands into the damp carpet. I'm suprised, actually, that Theo isn't even the least bit intimidated by us, despite all our tattoos.

"Why is he here anyway? Where is Greg and Denise?" They are Theo's parents, I had only met Denise one and Greg twice.

"I don't know." Niall said quietly, although you could hear the anger in his tone.

"What do you mean you don't know? Then why is he hear." I push, he doesn't like it, but it's the only way I am ever going to get an answer out of him.

He sighs, "I don't know, Harry. Greg got into some bad drugs, Denise has disappeared to fuck knows where and now Theo's under my Mum's custody for a bit." He said and shrugged. Honestly, I didn't expect for him to tell me, and that is was something that serious.

I almost felt bad for him, but I was more upset and angry at the fact that he never told me before this. I tell him everything about my family, but I guess he doesn't consider me at all.

"He's living with you? How come you never told me?" I raised my voice. I probably sound like such a fag right now.

"Well as if you would actually care! It isn't even that big of a deal anyway." He mutters that last part. Theo is still crying and I feel like punching him, even though I wouldn't ever do that.

"At least I would actually listen; it's not like you do anyway, when I'm trying to tell you something." Ugh. I sound like a girl, plus I'm not making much sense.

"You know what? Instead of worrying about my buisness, why don't you go and deal with your own fucked up family first!" He yelled. He was right, and that's what hurt, but I would never admit that to anyone.

I purse my lips and my fists clench. I take a step backwards. "Prick." I mutter, I doubt he heard it. "I'm leaving." I tell him and exit the house. I hear Niall scream a fustrated scream. I don't care if he's not okay, I kick over his garbage bin in anger and leave it there.

I jump into my car and slam the door shut. I'm going to explode if I don't punch something. Why am I even angry? Like Niall said, it wasn't that much of a big deal for me. I guess it was just because I now feel as if he doesn't trust me, nor I him.

Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? Niall is fine one day and then goes piss-shit on me the next. He's the most confusing person I've ever met. He acts like a child then he will act like he's a proffessional lawyer.

I decide to call Zayn and I spend the rest of my day with him.

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a/n

sorry for short chapters, i just get writers block and I really dont know what to do. but yeeeaaaahhhhh

I'm just gonna keep this a/n short, just like the chapter.

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-cutekidhoran