Perfect - A Narry Fan Fiction

Chapter One

Harry pulled up outside Niall's flat in London, coughing, clearing his throat in what was somewhat a cold night.

Louis had texted him, 2am, in the morning. Something was up with Niall.

The Irish lad just wasn't being his apparent self, and this worried Harry.

As days went by, Niall had become quiter and quiter, edging away from the boys, strumming his guitar in the corner. One of the boys'd go, sit by Niall, ask him if he was doing alright, how he was holding up. Niall'd look away, not making any eye contact whatsoever.

"I'm fine"

"It's nothing"

Harry didn't even bother to knock. Opening the door, being greeted by a worried looking Louis,

Harry tugged off his jacket, and followed Louis down the corridor to the lounge room,

where Liam and Zayn sat, sitting stiffly on the couch, staring at the carpet.

"What's up? Is Niall alright?" Harry asks, hanging his coat over the back of the arm chair he stood by. Liam stood up, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

"We don't know. He's upstairs" Liam says, looking towards the spiraling staircase.

"He won't come out of his room" Zayn says, looking over towards the stairs aswell.

"And the doors locked" Louis says, crossing his arms. He was now standing stiffly in the kitchen, biting his lip, waiting for the kettle to boil.

"Do you want me to go check on him, or" Harry frowned, confused as to why he was actually

standing in the Irish lad's flat with his bandmates.

"If you can. He locked the bathroom door aswel" Liam says, picking at a loose threat on his baseball shirt. Harry nods and runs a shakey hand through his hard, concerned.

"I'll go see what I can do, alright?"

Climbing the stairs, being careful to not make to much noise, Harry gently knocked on Niall's

door, hoping for the door to click open. "Niall?"

There was nothing, absoloutley nothing. Harry stared at the handle of the door, pondering and wondering how on earth he could get into the bedroom. "Ni? Niall? Nialler? Are you there Niall?"

Distant, slight sobbing was heard. Harry's eyes widedened.

He knew exactly was going on. Holding his breath, he knocked on the door, and the sobbing stopped. "Niall? Niall, are you in there?"

Hearing movement from within the bedroom, Harry shuffles back and stares at the door, as it opens, when a red eyed, red nosed, tear stained cheek, Niall appears.

And Harry doesn't back away when Niall latches onto him, burying his face into Harry's neck, tears falling. Harry wraps his arms around Niall, shhing him, gently running a hand through the Irish lad's scruffy blonde hair.

"It's alright Niall, you're going to be alright"

Liam, Louis and Zayn stood on the staircase in a staggered stance. They all stood there, blinking at one another, waiting for something, someone to tell them that Ni was alright.

Harry turns, and looks at the boys, nodding. The boys nodded and stumbled back down the stairs. Harry continued to hold the boy in his arms, afraid he might break down any second.

"Ni?" Harry asks. "Yeah?"

"What happened. Tell me"

And thats when Niall pulled Harry into his room, and told him everything.