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Niall's POV

I decided to sit at the window, biting at my nails as I watched for any sign of danger. It scared me how such little things could hurt you in such a big way. I suppose watching the street and seeing nothing that could harm me made me feel content in a way. It made me feel so much safer. I must be such a freak to others. I just can't deal with the outdoors. My past says it all but that's something I hate talking about. It just brings back too many memories. Awful, hurtful memories. I don't like it at all.

"Niall? What are you doing?" I turned quickly to see Harry giving me a confused look. I couldn't think of anything to say and I noticed how messy his t shirt was. It was so irritating. I just had to fix it. So I walked towards him and straightened out his clothes.

"I ah, I folded your clothes and put them at the end of the bed". Harry nodded but didn't move. I pulled him to the room and almost went crazy when I saw the bed. I quickly made it, making sure there wasn't one crease and fixed his clothes again looking at the doorway to see Harry staring at me. "You can get changed, I'll just be in my room". He nodded and I closed the door, walking to my room and straightening the frames on my wall. It wasn't long before Harry was standing before me with my clothes in his hand. I took it from him, folding it up and walking down stairs to the laundry. "Would you like some breakfast? Tea? Coffee? OJ?"

"Tea would be nice thank you". I nodded and began to boil water. I spilt some water and quickly wiped it away with a tea towel.

"You can sit down. Would you like anything to eat?" Harry shook his head and sat at the table while I prepared the tea. I walked them over to the table and sat across from him.

"Thank you Niall". I couldn't stop staring at Harry. I don't know why. He was flawless. This has never happened to me before. I don't want him to leave. He distracted me. It's like he's good for me.

"Harry, y-you can stay as l-long as you l-like, y-you know t-that?" I didn't trust him but I also didn't want him hurt. It was strange.

"I-I can?" I smiled slightly at his shock and nodded. "But you said-"

"F-forget what I s-said Harry".

"So, we're friends?" Harry smiled hopefully and I couldn't stop the smile from showing on my lips.

"Y-yeah".

"So how old are you?" I smiled.

"I'm t-twenty three".

"Wow. Don't you get lonely?" I shook my head, frowning. "Why don't you get a kid?" I shook my head.

"I-I can't". He frowned.

"Why not?"

"I-I just can't".

"I'm sure you can. You seem like you can afford to have a ki-"

"Harry s-stop". I was getting agitated now that he kept saying kid and asking me why I can't have one. I didn't want a child because I couldn't give them what they deserve. I couldn't take them to school, I couldn't play with them outside, I could barely even trust a kid let alone have one.

"Your house is so clean".

"Is i-it?" Harry nodded.

"Yeah. Our house is an absolute mess. Just beer bottles and blood everywhere". Harry looked down at his tea sadly.

"I-is your d-dad the one that gives y-you those c-cuts and b-bruises?" Harry nodded. "W-where's y-your mum? W-why don't you g-go live with h-her?" I watched as his eyes teared up.

"M-my mum...she...she died".

"I'm s-sorry. Why d-don't you get y-your own p-place?" He shook his head.

"I'm only seventeen".

"I-I would offer f-for you to live here b-but, there's things you don't k-know about m-me. Things that I'm n-not entirely p-proud of. There's a r-reason I don't l-leave this h-house. I'm n-not good f-for you". I'm really not though. It's the truth. I can't help or care for Harry in ways that others can. I barely even trust the boy.

"You can't be any worse than my father Niall".

"Y-you don't understand H-Harry". I shook my head. "I live alone for a r-reason. I c-can't have k-kids f-for a reason. I don't l-leave my h-house for a reason. This reason i-isn't good for y-you. D-do you w-want kids?" He nodded slightly. "Then b-believe me when I s-say, I'm n-not good for y-you".

"Why can't you have kids? I don't understand". He frowned more and his lips turned to a small pout.

"I c-can't t-tell you".

"But, we're friends? Friends tell each other everything". I shook my head. "Is it that you have OCD?"

"H-how did you-" I sighed "N-no Harry. That's n-not it". How on earth did he pick that up so easily?

"My sister had OCD. She left us when mum died though. She left me". Harry looked sad now and I wanted to comfort him but I can't touch the boy. I can't. "What is it Niall? It can't be that bad".

"T-trust me Harry. I-it is".

"Well I won't know until you tell me".

"I w-will tell you, o-only if you can do o-one thing f-first?" He nodded.

"Of course".

"I want y-you to k-kiss me. Before you k-know. Just k-kiss me". He frowned and shrugged.

"Okay". He walked over to me and straddled my lap. My eyes widened as he leaned down and breathed over my ear lobe. "Just, one kiss?" I nodded, breathing out shakily.

"O-one kiss". He nibbled at my ear lobe.

"And then you'll tell me?" I nodded and closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to hit mine. I felt a soft peck on my cheek and opened my eyes to see him smiling mischievously. "So what is it?"

"O-on the l-lips Harry. That w-was not a-a kiss". I groaned and he chuckled. His lips softly sat against mine instantly and I gasped. He smirked and I moved my lips cautiously, wrapping my arms around his small body as he kissed me just as hard. I moaned as his tongue ran across my lower lip and decided to tease him by keeping my mouth shut. This felt so right. I've never had a better kiss. He tugged at my hair and I gasped, which gave his tongue entrance and our tongues fought. I moved my hands down and squeezed his bum, making him gasp and push his crotch against mine. He pulled away, moving back to his seat, acting as if nothing had happened.

"So, what is it Niall? You promised!"

"I h-have...I'm a k-killer".

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