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It's been two hours since Bobby left and since then Niall has cried, wanted to scream and smash everything in the house. But he couldn't do that. Not with Harry and Angel here. He has never felt that much anger towards his dad until today. Even when he left, Niall made up excuses "he will be back," or "just at the shops" knowing it was complete bullshit but he just couldn't come to terms with it. Every memory they made, the laughs, the sitting around the table talking about their day, means nothing anymore and it's tearing Niall's heart in two.

Angel is now asleep and Harry and Niall are cuddled up on his bed. He isn't even quite sure how they got there, but at this point, he doesn't care.

Harry was stroking Niall's hair when he said, "You are like my own English rose." No matter what ever happened, Harry could always make Niall smile, and that intrigued him and scared him at the same time.

Even so Niall laughed, well giggled, and Harry thought he was impossibly cute.

"Harry, I'm Irish," he managed to say between giggles.

Harry huffed. "Niiiiii, don't ruin my flirting."

Niall's cheeks flame and at that moment he's glad that Harry can't see his face.

"I can be your Irish rose?" Niall questioned knowing that his flirting doesn't really work but he tried.

"Irish rose... I like it." Niall cuddled closer and closed his eyes really enjoying Harry's company.

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Niall woke up alone that morning and was confused as to where Harry went. He got up and almost fainted at the sight of Angel's empty cot. He rushed out of the room screaming her name, but there was no response. His throat burned and his eyes were hurting. He went into the kitchen and saw a note. Through the tears, he read it and he's never felt more stupid and relieved.

Niall,
You looked so cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. So I got Angel ready and took her to nursery. I also called the school and explained how we were both poorly, I don't think they bought it but oh well. We need to talk Ni. It might be hard but I want to be there for you.

Love Harry xx

"We need to talk", Niall thought over and over again. He couldn't even think about Harry calling him cute. As he was getting ready, he still was repeating it. He wasn't ready at all but he didn't want to lose Harry, he just couldn't.

Harry got back to the house and he was visibly shaking, Fear coursing through his body. He wasn't ready to hear about the pain Niall endured but he needed to. Niall needs support and Harry wants to be there for him.

Harry could see Niall in the chair in the living room and he went to sit down. Niall looked up at him and saw a fond smile smile on his face. They both were sat facing each other neither of them knowing what to say.

"Harry," Niall sighed, "what do you want to know." Niall decided that that was the easiest way to start.

"Everything Ni. I want to know what it was like before, during and after." Niall nodded and looked down, the tears were already starting to form.

"We were happy at one point, for a while actually." There was a smile through the tears, but also a lump in his throat almost stopping his words.

"We were sort of the 'picture perfect' family everyone dreams about; happy, smiling, always together. Then my mum, Katherine, got pregnant again with Angel obviously." Harry wanted to laugh at Niall's muttering but decided against it.

"We were fine then as well. My mum got through the pregnancy despite her age. Angel was born and she was absolutely beautiful-" At this Niall looked at Harry and smiled, remembering the little baby. "-still is. She's my main focus. She's the centre of my world ever since she was born."

"He left before that though, we woke up one morning to a note, some money and a hole in our hearts. He had left claiming he couldn't 'cope' with another baby." Niall laughed with no emotion tears dripping off of his beautiful face.

Harry just wanted to wipe them away, so he did. Niall gripped Harry's hand like it was the only thing stopping him from falling and breaking, like glass almost. Harry was the protector that stopped Niall from shattering.

"after I had just turned 15, it had already started... T-the be-atings." Niall couldn't speak. It all got caught in his throat. He was stuttering and he felt like his tears were drowning him. He started screaming words that had no meaning to Harry since he couldn't understand what he was saying. However to Niall it meant everything, it all felt slightly less painful. He's aloud to scream in this moment he's aloud to be weak.

Niall was screaming to no one in particular and his head and heart hurt. All he wanted to do was to crawl up into a ball and feel sorry for himself. Harry pulled Niall closer and let him cry. He tried to talk but Harry said when he was ready; he could and would wait for Niall.

Niall wiped his tears for what felt like the 100th time today and continued.

"I can still feel all of their hands on me when I'm asleep at night. I've seen so many men in the last two years that I've forgotten all the beatings and harsh words but I can never forget that. My mum knew and did nothing to help. I was too weak. So weak."

Harry doesn't need to hear the words to know what Niall's talking about. Harry hasn't spoken until now, and when he did, his voice was quite stern which shocked the both of them.

"Niall, how dare you call yourself weak? You are so strong for still being here, taking care of Angel and not complaining ever not once. To me, you're the strongest."

Niall's face was on fire and his smile was so bright, something he hasn't done in what felt like an eternity. He looked insane in all honesty, tears streaming but the brightest smile. Harry took both of Niall's hands and told him to look up.

"You, Niall Horan, are the strongest person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." Harry's eyes were staring so deeply into Niall that they both subconsciously leaned in. Their lips brushed ever so lightly that they could barley feel it. Niall scooted closer almost on Harry's lap so their lips could finally meet, Niall didn't feel the Sparks everyone talks about. He felt like he was flying, he felt like he was empty but a good empty, he felt free. Free of his past ,even though he knew he would ever be able to forget it, in this moment he felt like nothing mattered. Nothing mattered because he has Harry with him.
Their lips moved slowly together, both wanting to savour the moment. Knowing this most likely won't happen again. Neither of them wanted to deepen the kiss but it got hotter each second and soon the hormonal teenagers got carried away. They didn't want to turn this into something dirty. Niall wanted pure and Harry wanted Niall.
They were making out sloppily when the  phone rang. Their lips detached with a pop and they looked at each other. Their eyes were wide and they each has saliva over their mouths. Both their hairs were all over the place, their boners were visible and their lips were red and puffy.

The phone rang again this time but Niall actually picked it up. He was still heavily breathing when he almost dropped the phone.

Angel's been rushed to hospital.

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1328 words
Date written: 9/12/15
Edited by: narryit

I literally couldn't make this longer every time I tried it just felt rushed. But 1k is amazing and it was like 2:30 am and I cried so Thank you to everyone who has read every chapter and thank you to everyone who has read one chapter! Thank you to those who vote and comment alway appreciated. I don't think this chapter is as emotional as I wanted it to be but I hope you enjoy it anyway. xx