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Kind of mature???

Niall’s POV

I could hear the shower getting turned on upstairs and panicked as Nancy pushed me in the house so she could step in. She closed the door and turned to smile at me.

“W-what are you doing here? H-how did y-you find m-me?”

“Don’t you remember our tradition?”

“N-no! Y-you can’t!” She smirked and pulled the belt from her bag. “Harr-” She grabbed me and covered my mouth, pushing a cloth against it and tying it at the back of my head. She tied my hands together and cut off my top, pushing me to land on my tied hands and stomach. 

“Did you miss me Niall?” I tried to break my hands free but failed as she knotted the rope really tight. She flicked the belt as it hit my bare skin and I creamed into the cloth. “This has to be done”. She whipped me again. “It’s tradition”. I whimpered as the painful stings and the feeling of my skin being split open had returned. “Remember your birthday tradition?” I wanted to scream for Harry. I tried. But it was hopeless with the dirty cloth that was in my mouth. It muffled anything that escaped my lips. “Is it great to see me again?” I clenched my eyes closed as she continued to hit me over and over again. I thought this was over. I thought it ended when I left the orphanage.

“Niall? Where are you?” Nancy knelt down beside me and ran her fingers lightly over my cheek. 

“Was nice to see you again Niall, but I have to run” I let the tears fall as my back burned and stung. I struggled with the rope that had my hands tied and gave up as it was completely hopeless. 

“Niall?” I heard Harry gasp and suddenly the cloth was taken from my mouth.

“Harry”. I let out a whimper and he untied my hands.

“What happened baby?” My hands were now free and Harry carefully pulled me to him. “Who was it Ni? Who did this to you?” I whimpered and Harry pulled me to a stand. “Let’s get you in the shower”. He helped me up the stairs and I stayed silent. The few whimpers left my lips but that was it. I didn't know what to say. It was like I had forgotten how to talk.

We got to my room and I walked to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. The towels were still wet from Harry’s shower and I mentally groaned. I stripped down and stepped under the water, trying to keep from screaming as the water hit my back hard. I failed and screamed as the pain became increasingly worse. 

“Ni? Babe you okay?” It felt much worse from when I was younger. She must have always gone so much softer on me, but today, she was harsh. “Niall? Open the door”. I scrunched my eyes shut, taking deep, hissing, breaths. “Baby open the door”. I turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing the still damp towel and wrapping it around my waist before opening the door and jumping onto Harry. I sobbed against his chest and he kissed the top of my head. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay”.

“I-it h-hurts s-s-so much Harry”.

“I know. I know”. I pulled some clean clothes on and Harry wrapped his arms around me again. “You’re okay”.

“I love you”. He kissed my temple and sat me on the bed, walking away. 

“I’ll be back in a minute”. I frowned as I watched him walk away and made my way to my music room. I grabbed my guitar and began to strum one of my familiar tunes. Before I knew it, Harry was standing right in front of me. “Can I borrow one of your guitars?” I frowned and nodded, he sat across from me. “I tried to write a song for you, as another present, but I don't know if it’s good”. He took a deep breath. 

You tell me that you're sad and lost your way

You tell me that your tears are here to stay

But I know you're only hiding

And I just wanna see you

You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain

And I can see your head is held in shame,

But I just wanna see you smile again

See you smile again

But don't burn out

Even if you scream and shout

It'll come back to you

And I'll be here for you

Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer

Hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark

I wish that I could take you to the star

I'd never let you fall and break your heart

And if you wanna cry or fall apart

I'll be there to hold you

You tell me that you heard it's all in vain

But I can see your heart can love again

And I remember you laughing

So let's just laugh again

But don't burn out

Even if you scream and shout

It'll come back to you, back to you

Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer

Hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark

And you don't need

You don't need to run

And you will see it's easy to be loved

I know you wanna be loved

Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love

Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer

Hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark

(Oh, I would, oh, I would)

Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer

Hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down

We will find a way through the dark 

I let the tears fall and jumped onto Harry’s lap, kissing him hard. 

“Whoa! You like it then?” I smiled against his lips and nodded. I figured I should give him something in return at least so I began to palm him through his jeans. He let out a grunt and moved the guitar to the side as he threw his head back and bucked his hips into my hand. I kissed down his neck as I quickened the pace of my hand, fumbling with the belt of his jeans so I could undo them. I slipped my hand in his boxers and lightly trailed my fingers over the skin, slowly moving my hand down to grab him. “Fuck”. He pushed himself into my hand more and I moved to kiss his lips again, pumping him slowly. He whined and began to thrust into my hand and I slid my thumb over his leaking tip. “Shit Ni!” His breath hitched as I nibbled on his earlobe. 

“Are you close?” I whispered as seductively as I could. 

“S-so close”. He gasped and came all over my hand. I pulled it from his boxers and liked the substance from it, as slow as possible just to tease him. He groaned and I smirked, knowing it worked. 

“Fuck I love you”. Harry loves me. Somebody actually loves me. My Harry. Harry is mine. I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else. 

“You’re my world Harry”. 

“And you’re mine Niall”. 

“Harry, I really want to meet my nephew”.

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