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Chapter 5

Niall's POV

It's been a week since Harry arrived. I could tell he was scared and worried maybe even sad. He's really guarded. And I'm not sure why, but I want him to trust me completely. I want him to tell me how he feels and I wanna be able to tell him that it's okay to cry.

I cried the first two weeks we were here. If it wasn't for josh, I don't think I could have made it. I would have probably tried to break my skull on the dirty,damp cell wall.

I look over at the sleeping boy. He's so calm in his sleep. The worry disappears from his face and his breathes are steady and unforced.

But this picture doesn't last for his body jerks, and whimpers escape his lips. He starts shaking and sweating. This happens sometimes but usually Josh is awake to deal with it.

WWJD......... What Would Josh Do?

The whimpering grows louder and he's now thrashing. I make my way over to his panicked body and lightly shake him. Tears are streaming down his face. "Liam." He whimpers softly.

I freeze my movements as a wave of jealousy washes over my body. Who's Liam? The guy in his band? He never talks about anybody he knew.

I snap out of my jealous thoughts at the sight of him. He continues thrashing and whimpering as if his in pain.

"Harry! Harry wake up!" I whisper shout. "Har-"

One of his thrashing arms comes into contact with my face. "Aw Fuck!"

I clutch my eye  and I feel another pair of hands on my face. "Shit Niall. You okay?" I nod and look up at him.

He looks confused and his breathing is uneven. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He hesitates, looking as if he just remembered something and does something I don't expect him to. He cries.

In these types of situations, I'm usually the one who needs to be comforted. However when I see the tears rolling down his rosey cheeks, I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around him.

His shoulders are shaking and I have to know what could cause this bright green eyed boy so much pain. "What is it Harry? What was the dream about?"

"I-it was them. My band. I- the people here k-killed me . Th-they killed me here and it was m-my funeral. And my, my m-mum was there, and she just, she just wouldn't stop crying. And My band were there. Th-they all thought I hated them. The last words I said to them were to leave me alone. A-and Liam stood by my casket crying. Tel-telling me that he was s-sorry. That he was sorry. I insulted him, I called him uptight and I told him that's why Danielle left him. I died letting them think I d-didn't care about t-them."

I stroked his once beautiful bouncy hair. "I'm sorry. It was just a dream." Is all I could say. I didn't tell him everything will be okay, because I couldn't promise him that. I didn't tell him to hush or stop crying, because sometimes you just need to cry. So instead, we sat on the floor, him crying into my chest, and me rubbing circles into his back until he fell asleep.

A/N: So there's a bit of narry fluff. Sorry if the updates start getting a little slower, I'm working a lot on my other story that I'm writing with my friend.
Its called 12/12/12. Its a Calum hood fic. If you wanna check it out, its in my reading lists under "collabs"