Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Nineteen: Waterfalls

    “I want to go home,” I sob into Harry’s chest.

    We are currently in the hotel room that I made sure to book us in case anything were to go wrong. Harry is lying on the bed under me and I have been crying my eyes out for the past thirty minutes.

    “Shh Niall, you’re going to make yourself sick,” Harry tries to calm me. I let out another wail.

    I can’t believe what Greg said to me back at my parents house. I’ve always known that he hated me for being gay, but I didn’t know he hated me this much.

    I can tell that Harry is worried and scared for me. There’s nothing that he can say now that will make any difference to the situation and I think he knows this. His hands roam my body, trying to get me to stop crying but I just can’t, no matter how badly I want to stop.

    Another sob wracks my body and it hurts, but God it’s still not as bad as the hurt I feel from my own blood. I begin to shiver in the cold room and Harry pulls the duvet over the both of us and hugs me closer to his warm body.

    “Ni please, you’re already starting to shake, you can’t get sick,” Harry pleads as a last attempt. I can hear the strain in his voice.

    “I’m sorry - Harry - I can’t,” I try to stop but the cries just keep coming. I know that my throat is going to be in shreds when I stop.

    This trip has been quite the emotional rollercoaster and I’m positive that I never want to ride this ride again. What used to be my loved hometown is now hell for me and this is the last time that I will ever come here.

    I don’t think I have ever cried so much in such a short period of time. It’s exhausting if I’m being completely honest.

    Harry starts to sing. I can hardly hear him over my cries, but the vibrations in his chest sooth me. I am becoming more relaxed and my sobs soon subside. My eyelids are getting heavy as I listen to Harry’s beautiful voice.

    Harry rubs my back slowly as he continues singing. I want to stay awake to listen to him sing, but I’m too tired. I fall asleep still clutching his shirt.

***

    I’m woken by Harry on the phone with someone. He is in the bathroom and he’s trying to be quiet, but he isn’t doing the best job.

    “We’re coming to pick up our things and then we’re on the next flight out of here,” he says, slightly irritated with whoever is on the other line.

    I hear him finishing up the call, “Yes...yes...alright, bye.”

    He hangs up and when he comes out of the bathroom I ask, “Who was it?”

    “Jesus Ni, you scared me,” he says and climbs back into bed with me. I immediately cuddle back into his side, closing my eyes. “It was your mom.”

    “What did she want?” I mumble, ready to drift off again.

    “She kept calling all morning. I finally answered and she demanded to know where we are and if you’re okay,” he whispers, carding his fingers through my hair. I nod sleepily.

    “I want to go home,” I tell Harry.

    “I know baby, we’re going home today. But get some more rest and then we’ll head out,” he kisses me on my forehead and I drift off once again.

***

    The second time I wake up Harry is watching the TV quietly, singing the theme song under his breath.