The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

Third person again…sorry

Niall was practically shaking with nerves. The nerves and what ifs wouldn't stop for him. Greg was definitely hesitant on the idea. Especially after Niall seemed so hesitant on even meeting them. But Niall didn't mean to be so snap about the decision. He just got the nerves too high. Harry knew that he calmed Niall though. He also knew that Niall had broken down because Harry was gone for a few days. Louis and Zayn were having major problems and Harry had to calm Louis down and stop him from doing anything stupid. It was just that Niall began to feel so alone without Harry there. That’s the only reason he cracked. He just wanted to do something special for Harry. Harry could see how nervous Niall was and took his hand.

“Babe, calm down”. Niall took a deep breath. 

“I’m so nervous Harry”. 

“I know but they’ll love you”.

“How do you know that?” He sighed and Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Niall, it’s impossible not to love you”.

“Harry, I have proble-”

“Ni! Stop! You don’t. You're Niall Horan. You’re twenty three years old and you live with your boyfriend who got kicked out of his house. That is all”.

“Harry, that’s not the truth though”. Niall sighed to himself sadly and Harry glanced to give him a pitiful look. 

“It is Ni, your condition doesn't matter okay? He’s your nephew, and your brother, and your sister-in-law, you're all related babe. They’re not going to hurt you”. 

Harry held onto Niall’s hand the whole drive and quickly ran around to Niall’s side after he parked, grabbing Niall’s hand yet again and intertwining their fingers. Niall couldn't stop shaking, no matter how hard he tried. He was terrified. He was scared that his only family wouldn't accept him. He was scared he’d be hurt. He knew Greg looked at him differently as soon as he hadn't accepted meeting his family. Niall got that. He was stupid. It hurt Greg. 

“Hey Harry! Nice to see you”. Greg turned to Niall and his lips moved to a flat line. “Niall”. It pained Niall with he tone of Greg’s voice and his hard face. The boy he grew up with. The one who held him after the beatings. The one who helped him feel safe. His brother. How own brother. Niall can’t help it though. It’s not his fault. It’s just his illness. 

“Greg!” A blonde came up behind him, smiling politely. “Hi, I’m Denise, Greg’s wife”. She hugged them and they hugged her back with only one arm as their hands were still connected. “You must be Niall and Harry. It’s nice to meet you”.