Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Eighteen: Ireland Part Two

A/N: trigger warning?

"Niall, Harry, why don't you two boys come with me? I could really use some help in the kitchen," my mother cuts in.

I nod numbly and follow her, ignoring Greg's glare at my back. It hurts more than ever. He won't even let me hold my nephew.

I know that I shouldn't waste my tears on him, but I can't help it. As soon as we enter the kitchen I let the tears fall from my eyes. A broken sob escapes my lips.

"My poor baby," my mother says sadly, bringing me into her arms. I bury my head into her neck as I continue to cry. A part of me wants Greg to hear me because then maybe he'll finally realize what he's been putting me through all of these years.

I can feel the anger radiating off of Harry who only stands a few feet away from us. I let go of my mom and cling to him so he doesn't do anything rash. He hugs me tightly and lets me cry into his shirt.

My crying subsides soon enough and I pull away from Harry, taking his hand instead.

"Niall, why don't you go upstairs and get cleaned up for dinner?" my mother asks me gently.

I nod and Harry leads me upstairs. We don't say anything and I wait for Harry to change his shirt before he follows me to the bathroom.

I wet a washcloth and press it to my face, breathing in deeply. I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red rimmed and puffy and my cheeks hold a pink tinge to them. It's obvious that I have been crying.

Harry moves from his spot at the door and he comes to press himself against my back. He rests his head on my shoulder and I lean my head against his.

"We look cute together."

A laugh escapes my mouth and I don't hold it back. I love that Harry can cheer me up with his cheesy words at times like this.

"We really do," I smile fondly at him in the mirror. He kisses my neck.

"Boys, dinner," mom calls up the stairs to us.

The smile disappears from my face and a frown takes its place.

"Hey," Harry says softly. He turns me so that I'm facing him. He lifts my chin so that I am looking into his beautiful green eyes.

"It's going to be okay. My little Ni is strong. Don't believe anything he says, he's only jealous."

"Jealous of what?" I ask, eyebrow raised.

"He's jealous that a gorgeous boy like me is dating his little brother and not him," Harry says smugly.

I snort, "Greg isn't gay."

"Because no gay man will ever want someone like him."

I roll my eyes but laugh nonetheless.

"That's what I want to see. Your pretty pretty smile," Harry grins, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. My cheeks heat up with a blush.

I lean up on my tip toes and kiss Harry. It's a slow kiss, and I show him just how much I appreciate him. I don't think I could have come alone.

We pull away when my mother calls us down for dinner again.

I take Harry's hand in mine and sigh, "Let's get this over with."

I lead Harry downstairs to the dining room. Everyone is already seated, leaving Harry and I the empty seats across from Greg and Denise. Greg scoffs when he sees Harry and my hands linked together and my mom hits him on the arm. I sit across from Denise and Harry takes his seat across from Greg.

Denise is feeding Theo and I can't help but smile and admire the giggling baby with food all over his face.

"So Niall, tell me a bit about yourself," Denise turns to me with a smile.

"All he probably does is fuck his boyfriend," Greg cuts me off.

My eyes widen at my brother.

"Greg," Denise snaps at him.

"Is there a problem with that?" Harry asks Greg seriously.

My stomach drops, knowing that it can only get worse from here.

"Yes, actually." Greg sets his fork down and glares at my boyfriend. "It's fucking disgusting."

"Well you better accept the fact that I'm gay because it isn't going to change," I say.

"I'm never going to accept it you piece of shit."

I stand up and so does Greg.

"I'm not a piece of shit," I yell.

"Yes you are," he screams back at me.

At this point the baby is crying and screaming, my mother is sobbing about her ruined dinner, my father is trying to get my brother's and my attention, and Harry is standing up as well. He has a hand wrapped around my waist to prevent me from lunging across the table at my brother.

"Why can't you just accept me Greg? I'm not that different from you."

"Don't you ever compare yourself to me. You are a disgrace to humanity and you should kill yourself!"

Everyone goes silent - except for Theo, who is with Denise in the other room - appalled at what Greg just said to me.

I'm breathing so hard as I try not to cry. I'm squeezing Harry's arm so tightly that I think it will split off.

"Enjoy your fucking gift card," I spit before storming out of the house.

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A/N: Very short ik, but a lot happened and the stroy is starting to pick up some more...the next chapter will hopefully be longer.

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