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Niall's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. And it's driving me crazy. I don't even know how to find him or where he is. I need him. Without him I could break anytime now and- *knock knock knock knock* I frowned and got up, waking towards the door and opening it to see Harry's friend.

"Ah, hello". I frowned at him. "I'm Louis and...ah...um..."

"Is there something wrong with Harry?"

"No! Well yes, but ah...can I...can I come in?" I nodded and stood aside, letting him step in as I closed the door behind him and led him to the lounge room, sitting on the couch.

"Would you like something to drink? Or eat?"

"N-no. I-I'm fine". I could tell he felt uncomfortable in my house and sighed.

"Harry told you. I swear I lied to him. I would n-never kill someone". Louis nodded. "S-so, why are you-u here?"

"Oh right. Well Harry isn't good. He's really not in a good place. Two years ago he was in a car accident with his mum, and his mum passed away. She was bad. He lived and everything just fell apart. He only told me this yesterday but ever since then his dad has been blaming him. Saying it was his fault and that he's worthless. His sister left around a month after the accident and I didn't realise but he's been feeling so alone and unloved. I never looked into it or noticed until I found him in my bathroom last night. He had...he was cutting. He completely broke down. I've never seen him so broken. But every time he talked about you - which was a lot - he just smiled. I don't know what it is about you, but you seem to make him happy. All I'm trying to say is, don't hurt him. I know he'll be coming back to you sooner or later so if I hear you have hurt him in any way I will ruin you". I knew he meant every word he said. That did frighten me because I didn't know what he was capable of.

"I-I don't...how do I...I'm not g-good for him".

"What do you mean?"

"Louis, having agoraphobia comes with a p-price. I c-can't have kids. I know that's s-something Harry wants but I can't d-do that. I-I'm n-not good for them-m". Louis sighed.

"Honestly Niall, I don't think Harry cares about that".

"I just...I'm really n-not good for-r him".

"Do you drive?" I nodded. "Do you have a car?" I nodded again. "I want you to follow me back to my house. You're taking Harry on a date".

"B-bu-"

"No buts Niall. Let's go". Louis walked towards my front door looking back at me expectedly. "Well? Get off your ass!" I scrambled up, getting shoes on, grabbing my keys and locking up the house, following Louis to his house. Of course I tried to pay absolutely no attention to the danger and possibilities surrounding me. But it was still hard. Once we pulled into the drive way, Louis held a finger up to me, running inside. I sat impatiently in my car for another ten minutes, just thinking about Harry. I just couldn't stop. It felt as though it was completely impossible and I hated that. Usually things can help take stuff off my mind but with Harry, I just couldn't escape it at all.

I jumped as I heard the passenger door open and looked to see Harry dressed in skinny black jeans, a white t shirt and red flannel shirt. I gaped at him as a shade of red tinted his cheeks and he smiled shyly.

"Hi Niall". I shook my head, trying to get out of this trance and smiled softly.

"H-Hi Harry. You-u look...hot". His cheeks reddened ever more and I chuckled. "So-o where would you l-like to g-go Harry?"

"What are we doing "

"I'm t-taking you o-on a date".

"Go wherever". I nodded and began driving. It was a silent car ride. I didn't really know what to say without sounding creepy or too forward and I'm sure Harry was nervous because apparently, according to his friend Louis, I make him happy and he can't stop talking about me, which kind of makes me think he really likes me. Which I don't get. I mean, I'm Niall Horan. Just Niall. I'm a boring man who sits at his window watching for danger, cleans his house, eats and plays the guitar, occasionally singing and writing songs. That is my life. Why would Harry be interested in something like that? I don't have an attractive body. I have no muscle and I'm a stupid little skinny freak. That's usually why people bullied me so much. They bashed me because I was a freak. Being gay didn't help me either. No body ever liked me. But the things that could hurt me were endless. It's hard to escape danger and oh my god look at that cras- "Niall? You okay?" I looked up and parked the car, noticing I had made it to my destination.

"Y-Yeah. Sure. L-Let's go shall w-we?" I undid my seat belt, holding my hand on the door handle, gulping. Can I do this? Can I walk out this car and not get injured?. Just hold Harry's hand? Can I do that?

"Niall?" Harry placed his hand on my shoulder. "You're with me. It'll be okay yeah?" He got out the car, closing the door and walking around to my side, opening my door, holding out his hand to me. I cautiously took it and stepped out the car, locking it as we started walking. Harry intertwined our fingers and I smiled down at our joined hands. I pulled Harry into the expensive restaurant I used to take boys to when I was in high school. But they only used me. They were always using me.

"Table for two please". The waiter nodded and led us to a table in the back corner which I was very grateful for until Harry took the seat that was facing away from everything in the restaurant, leaving me the seat that was facing all the possible danger. What if someone spilt something hot on me? I wanted to be brave here and a good date, I mean who in their right mind asks their date to switch seats? That would just be a complete failure of a date. So I sucked it up and sat in my seat. We looked at the menus and Harry just looked surprise as he looked through the different types of food. "You-u can order a-anything you w-want okay?"

"B-but it's so much! That's not fai-"

"Harry, o-order anything y-you want". He nodded and we ordered our food, handing the waiter the menus as we received our drinks. I looked around the restaurant and my breath hitched as I saw plates and glasses crashing on the ground, bits of glass that could cut me exposed on the floor. Harry could see the panicked look on my face and took my hand in his. "H-Harry I-"

"It's okay Niall. Just concentrate on me, yeah? I'll talk to you okay?" I closed my eyes and nodded, concentrating on the feeling of Harry's hand in mine. "You have really beautiful eyes you know. When I first saw you, I was mesmerised. They were so blue. They were like that ocean that's so clean that you just see that clear blue, or like the sky without any clouds. I just couldn't take my eyes off you. I loved everything about you at that moment. When I started to get to know you, I began to like you even more. I loved both the times we kissed. I'm not ashamed or afraid to admit that because I want to kiss you again". I opened my eyes to meet Harry's deep green ones and smiled. "You told me that when I'm with you, you forget about everything. I want to be with you Niall".

"Harry, w-we've only known e-each other f-for like a w-wee-"

"So what? Most of the time you ask someone out when you like them the second you set eyes on them for the first time. People end up in relationships within a day let alone a week. Niall, will you be my boyfriend?" I smiled. He was right. A lot of relationships move very quickly. And giving this a try can't hurt. He seems good for me. Louis said I'm good for him in a way.

"O-okay". Harry smiled widely and I squeezed his hand. "But one-e thing.." He nodded. "I'm s-sorry if I e-ever let you-u down or d-disappoint you". He shook his head, smiling.

"I'm sure we'll be fine Ni".

"N-Ni?" He blushed. "I l-like it Haz". We ate our food, as I mainly concentrated on Harry, trying not to look around the restaurant and lose control. I drove back to my house, running in and grabbing two coats and one of my guitars, running back to my car and driving to a park.

"What are we doing here?" I smiled and continued to hold his hand tightly in mine, walking over to a gazebo and sitting down as Harry sat across from me.

"I w-wrote a song this-s morning. It isn't n-necessarily about us b-b-but you inspired m-me". I set my guitar up and began strumming.

"So your friend's been telling me

You've been sleeping with my sweater

And that you can't stop missing me

Bet my friend's been telling you

I'm not doing much better

'Cause I'm missing half of me"

I opened my eyes and looked into his, smiling slightly as I saw his amazed gaze.

"And being here without you is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky

Kinda there but not quite

I'm walking around with just one shoe

I'm half a heart without you

I'm half a man at best,

With half an arrow in my chest

I miss everything we do,

I'm half a heart without you

Forget all we said that night

No, it doesn't even matter

'Cause we both got split in two

If you could spare an hour or so,

We'll go for lunch down by the river

We can really talk it through"

I set my guitar down and looked back to Harry. "It's not finished yet but-"

"It's amazing!" I smiled up at him.

"R-Really?" He nodded and moved forward, kissing me softly.

"I love it Ni! And you didn't stutter while you sang". His smile widened and I shyly smiled back.

"Harry, I-I need to talk-k to you". He moved back and frowned.

"About what?" I sighed and stood up, grabbing my guitar.

"How a-about we go back to m-mine and talk? It's c-cold". He nodded and I drove back home, sitting on the couch.

"What is it Niall?"

"Harry, I-I'm experienced with this stuff, so d-don't think I don't u-un-understand okay?" Harry nodded with uncertainty. "I know that w-when times get h-hard and-d people leave you, you feel that nothing is ever going to get better. That feeling that you're worthless, a disappointment, u-unloved, useless. Harry, I c-cut myself too. Well-ll I did. I know w-w-what it's like o-okay? I'm not just t-telling you like others do, to just stop, b-because I know it's not t-that easy. I'm just a-asking you to be c-careful. Harry I-I care about you and your-r three friends c-c-care about you. Who gives a s-shit about your d-dad, sister and people f-from school okay? Just t-t-think about me. Think about L-Louis. How hurt we'd be i-if something ever h-happened to you. I'm n-not that person who just w-wants you to-o automatically stop. I know it's n-not that easy. Just p-p-please, try. Just t-try". He hesitantly nodded. "Hey". I held his face in my hands, moving in and pressing a passionate kiss to his lips as he kissed back. I pulled away slightly and pressed my forehead to his. "Now, l-let's get some sleep. You m-mister, have s-school tomorrow".

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Sorry I took so long :/

I'm still I'm shock and a bit traumatised but she's back home now and i think she'll be okay. It's still upsetting and all.

Anyway

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