Perfect - A Narry Fan Fiction

Chapter Two

A/N: I don't know wether you liked the last chapter of Perfect, seemed slightly rushed.

Anyways, here's the second chapter of Perfect. Comment and vote please?

All Harry could remember was Niall, falling asleep in his arms, crying.

It wasn't pleasant. Harry just held him, and listened to everything Niall had to say. Harry wanted

to help the lad, however he was unsure of how to. This certainly was not an issue that was to

be brought up with Lou, Zayn and Liam. Not yet that is. Maybe, in the future.

Stumbling downstairs, nearly hitting his head, a tight hand on the railing, Harry made his

way down the stairs, into the kitchen, where the aroma of food was sitting. Niall would usually

be down here, eating, or trying to eat. Often having one of the other lads pushing him away,

telling him to wait. Commenting on how he was like an un-obidient puppy.

"Well, if it isn't Harold" Louis says from the couch, looking over the top. He was dressed in

pajamas, a beanie sitting on his scruffy hair, steam rising up from the red and white mug,

of which was Yorkshire Tea. "Oh, it's Harry!" Liam says from the kitchen, cooking bacon.

Harry nods, running a hand through his hair. "We never saw you again, mate!" Liam comments,

walking over to the fridge, and grabbing eggs, before returning to his post.

"What happened, Harry?" Zayn asks, looking awfully tired. He looked up and over from the breakfast bar, where he was reading a message on his phone, which sat beside today's paper.

Harry sighs and shrugs, sitting beside Zayn at the bar. "I don't really know" Harry mumbles, looking around the kitchen, before staring back at the paper. Liam walks over to the kettle, flicking the switch. "Well. Niall is bound to come out of his room, the lad can't go long without food" Liam smiles, grabbing another mug from the cupboard. Harry smiles and nods to himself. "Or the loo" Louis grins, quickly running ovver to the other lads, placing his mug into the sink. :Make that two, tea's, Li. I'm going for a shower" Louis says, running his hand through Liam's buzzcut. "Sure Lou, but breakfast is hot, and is about to be served" Liam says, pointing in the direction of the now burning bacon.

"The bacon's burning, Li" Zayn says, walking by him, pointing to the bacon which sizzled and was beginning to blacken. "Argh! No!" Liam says, scattelling back to the bacon, and letting out a groan of annoyance. "You see! You see what you lads do?" Liam says, gently slapping his face. Harry smiles and shrugs. "I don't know" Liam sighs and turns off the stove. "I give up, I guess cereal and toast is on the menu"

Liam begins to pull out several boxes of cereal, which began to pile up in front of Harry.

"Make your pick, I'm going to get changed, what about you Zayn, are you hungry?" he asks, the lad who had kept quiet throughout his and Harry's convosation.

"Oh, Liam, I'm alright. I best better get changed, I'm seeing Perrie later. Thanks Liam" Zayn says, finishing his glass of water before climbing the staircase, Liam quickly following behind.

Harry stared at the staricase, around the room. Everything was so quite, it was hard to think he was here with people. Harry yawns, taking in a long stretch. Rolling his shoulders, rubbing his neck, trying to wake up. "Um, Hi Harry"

Niall stood by the foot of the staircase, his eyes red, bloodshot, barely able to see the beautiful blue eyes of his. He had pulled on socks, tracksuit pants and a jumper. His hair was scruffy beneath his snapback. Niall looked as if he was trying to be normal, and seem happy, however Harry just looked at him, before clearing his throat. "Niall. How are you?" He asks, getting up himself. 

Niall shrugs, turning on the kettle. "I've been better" he mumbles, being barely heard. "What smells so bad?" He asks, looking around the kitchen, looking at Harry. Harry laughs, and points to the sink.

"Liam was talking to much, and he burn't baccon"

Niall slowly nods. This was good. This was better. This was better than last night. Being engadged in a convosation with Niall was somewhat nice. It told Harry he was okay. For now.

"Harry?" Niall asks, looking towards Harry. Harry looked up from the paper he was reading, and meets Niall's gaze, more of a haze than a glaze. "You, you haven't told the other lads, about, about what happened last night? Niall looks around, biting his lip. Harry smiles, and shakes his head.

"No" Harry chokes. "No, I haven't" - Niall smiles and sighs. "Thanks, Haz. Thanks" Harry grins back. Maybe Niall was going to be okay after all.

This was the first time the other lads had seen Niall, out of his room, interacting.

Everyone was sitting in the lounge, however Niall made it clear that he wanted to be alone. He sat with his legs outstretched on the couch, laptop on his lap. Lou went over to sit beside him, asking him to scoot over, only having Niall ignore him. Lou rolled his eyes and returned back to his seat beside Harry. Liam and Zayn both shared the same worried faces, looking back and forth before Niall and Harry. Harry felt someone watching him, either Liam or Zayn, but turns out, Louis beside him was staring at him.

"Harry?" Louis asks. Harry turns his head and moves over, closer to Louis. "What?" Harry asks.

"Is something going on between you and Niall?" He whispers. "N..no" Harry stutters, looking at Louis, confused as to why he was stating this.

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering.. It's been a weird day" Louis says, returning his attention back to his own laptop. Harry nods, before looking around the room. Tired of it.

"I'm going to go out for a walk, anyone coming?" Harry mumbles, getting up, shoving his hands in his pockets. Everyone looks up, and shakes their head, or says a small 'nah' or 'no' - even Niall.

"Alright guys. See you later"

Harry walks towards the door, turning on the last second to look back at everyone.

Nothing was safe and sound for now.