Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Eight: Don't Go

When I wake up everything is perfect. Harry's chest is pressed against my back with one arm draped over my waist. My head is resting on his other arm. I'm in pure bliss right now; Harry is so warm and soft and I wish that we could lay like this all day. Well, now that I don't have a job anymore, we probably can lay like this the entire day.

"Niall," Harry says. His husky morning voice is pure sex.

"Yeah?"

"My arm is asleep."

I laugh and sit up so he can move his arm. I lie back down and stare at the ceiling.

"How did you sleep?" I ask.

"Last night was the best night of sleep I've had in years," Harry tells me.

I blush and my heart rate picks up. Calm down Niall, I tell myself, this is the first bed he's slept in in a while, it's just really comfy.

"And it was all because of you."

Fuck.

I blush, and get up from the bed. I don't face Harry because I don't want him to see the problem in my pants: Hello! Embarassing! I also don't want him to know what his words do to me.

"I'm going to take a shower," I say as I walk towards my bathroom.

I stand in the cold water until...well, you know...and then I crank up the water to hot. How am I going to tell the boys that I quit just after one assignment? Should I even bring it up? At least I will get to spend some more time with Harry now.

I decide I won't tell the boys yet and I get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist and I head back into my room to grab some clothes.

Harry's still lying in my bed, covers pulled up to his waist, exposing all of the beautiful tattoos that litter his tan skin. I pretend not to notice him check me out as I pick out some clothes and return to the bathroom with a smile on my face.

When I enter the room fully clothed, Harry is just getting out of my bed. He slips on a pair of sweatpants but remains topless. I almost groan, he's trying to torture me.

"Breakfast?" he asks.

"Breakfast," I reply smiling.

The both of us head into the kitchen and I notice Liam sitting at the breakfast bar.

"Liam," I nod at him.

He stands as soon as he notices us.

"I came here to apologize. Not just to you Niall for being a dick, but also to you Harry. I'm sorry for yelling at you," he tells us.

"It's alright mate. I understand," Harry says with a small smile.

Liam looks relieved. He looks to me next.

"I'm sorry too, I really should have talked to you before," I reply, hugging Liam.

When we pull away I gesture to Harry, "This is Harry. Harry, this is Liam."

"Hello Harry, nice to meet you...again," Liam smiles, sticking his hand out for Harry to shake.

Harry puts his hand in Liam's, "You as well, Liam."

The three of us prepare breakfast together. Harry and Liam are getting along well. We fill up our plates and take a seat at the table to eat.

"So Niall," Liam starts after a few minutes of silence, "Louis texted me this morning, he said that he saw someone else going into your office."

I choke on my eggs. Harry pats my back as I gulp down some orange juice. I wasn't expecting them to find out this soon.

I can't lie to him, so I tell him.

"I uh...I quit," I say quietly, not looking at either of the boys.

Liam drops his fork onto his plate and I flinch at the loud clank it makes. I can feel their gazes on me.

"What?" Liam asks astonished, "Why?"

I sigh and move some food around on my plate before replying. "I was called in last night to the top floor. While I was there I met Anne Styles. She wasn't pleased that I let my assignment out of jail and basically I gave him a better life than she believed he deserves. She said that if I did it again I would be fired, so I quit. She told me that I believed that the world holds no evil and I told her she was evil for doing what she's done to Harry."

"You mentioned me?" Harry asks, pushing his chair back and standing up.

"It slipped Harry, I swear," I plead, standing up as well and I head towards Harry.

"Don't come by me," Harry says, holding his hand up to stop me. He runs his hands through his hair before turning towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I ask quietly, not moving from my spot.

"I don't know," he replies, pulling one of the new shirts out of the bags that were still on the floor by the door. He rips the tag off and shoves the shirt over his head.

"You can be mad at me, but please don't leave," I beg.

He shakes his head at me and pulls on his coat and boots, then leaves.

I collapse at the table and let out a sigh of frustration.

"I'm officially confused," Liam speaks up.

I jump in my seat - I forgot Liam was here.

"Harry is Anne Styles' son," I tell him.

He sits back in his seat, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing. He looks like a fish out of water and in any other circumstances I would laugh, but right now I feel like shit because of what I've done to Harry.

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A/N: So is the cover blurry or what? I may need a new one! SOOOOO...yeah, this was kind of a crappy chapter but whatever...the next one will be really good though! I promise! :)

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