Why the fucc am I hearing a chipmunk when it's January and 18 degrees out, boi you finna die!

theres nothing more satisfying then cracking every bone in your body, can someone plz run a steam roller over me? I WANNA HEAR THAT POP!!

Narry chap :)

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"Niall!"

"Harry?" I perk up, turning my head over my shoulder to see my best friend turned lover.

Im currently on the floor, scrubbing out some dirt and trying to distract myself from my thoughts.

Harry grows a giant grin on his face and jogs over to me, not noticing the slick floor, and falls.

Only Harry...

"Harry! Are you okay?" I gasp, getting up and carefully walking over to him, "What hurts? Oh Harry."

Harry groans, clutching his left elbow and cradling it to his chest.

"My elbow,"He grumbled, hissing when he rubbed his finger over the tip, "I think i may have bruised it."

"Let me see." I beckon, placing a comforting hand on his back and moving my head so i had a better view.

I place my free hand on his, trying to move it so i can see. He bits his lip, muffling some of the groans he lets out.

"How does this feel?" I ask, placing my cold fingers gently near his elbow.

He struggles to smile, "The pain is dwindling, now that you're here."

His head pops up with a cheesy grin on his face, looking at me for approval of his flirt.

I smile, nudging my head against his.

Only Harry.

"I may have a theory to treat this wound," He begins, trying his best to unfold his arm, "Perhaps a kiss from the most dashing man in the universe."

I let out a small laugh, but make no move to advance in his request. "Swauve, Styles."

"Scratch theory, It's a law." He said, looking up at me with his sparkling forest eyes.

I lean my head in, placing my lips on his elbow. His throbbing wound scorches my lips.

"Perhaps you are confused. I enjoyed the kiss placed on my elbow," He began, "But i meant a kiss upon my lips."

I quickly look up and down the hallway, making sure there was no one to witness his homosexual behavior.

"Harry," I nervously laugh, "Lets move to my room before we do that."

"Why?" He prompts, tilting his head, "You do not want to kiss me?"

"Not in the slightest," I keep my tone down, shaking my head, "I'm just shy."

He checks the hallways like i had done before, "The hallway is vacant, and i will need assistance relocating to your room on the other side of the hallway. I only yearn for a kiss, or two or ten."

Keep your voice down, you naive lamb!

"I prefer to," I quickly look to the side, almost whispering, "kiss in the comfort of my room."

"Love?" Harry's voice becomes concerned, hissing when moving his hand up to cradle my cheek, "What are you afraid of? I promise to protect you."

He must not know the charges against him.

"Harry, what we're doing," I struggle to speak, making eye contact with him and nudging into his touch, "will get us incarcerated. Its wrong."

"If loving you is wrong, I don't ever want to be right." He softly confesses, beginning to lean in for a kiss.

With all the strength in me, i pull back from his attempt.

I feel awful...

"Why cant i kiss you?" Harry griped, "What have i done?" He slumps, finally getting the message that im serious.

"Perhaps you may be confused," I repeat him from earlier, "Someone knows you're a homosexual."

"I have no bother to what Florence thinks, i do not worry about the thoughts of other people." Harry scoffs, waving his hand as if to dismiss her.

"If someone else finds out, they could tell Mr. Malik and you could be incarcerated here." I stress, showing my worry in my facials.

"I don't understand, i'm completely healthy and well. Loving you feels utterly normal." He whispers this time, understanding the effects of his behavior.

"I don't understand it either, Harry. I wish it were changed. From now on, i would like to kiss in my room and not in hallways." I say, slightly joking at the end to lighten the mood.

"We shouldn't have to hide our love, I'm not ashamed of you," He grows upset, furrowing his brows, "We can leave here, you've most likely paid off your debts by now, and if not ill cover the remains. We could travel to another country, purchase a farm and live how we want."

That would be nice

"You've always been such a dreamer," I compliment, kissing his head quickly, "I would love to leave with you, but we cant do that. I want to completely finish off my debts and you have a business to run, all by yourself."

"I was considering having a partnership to run the business. Mr. Malik has been interested in it, but i don't trust him enough to completely sell it to him, seeing the way this place is ran. I'm not certain if he's even fit to run the business." He expresses, analyzing Zayn's work.

"When has he talked to you about that?" I question, being unaware of this interest Mr. Malik had.

How can he run a business and run an asylum at the same time?

Maybe he's considering selling the asylum...?

"He had called me in a few times, we had nice chats, most of which ended in discussing the business i had and the finances of it. He's a very smart man, but immoral. These poor workers," Harry shakes his head, "I'm considering quitting soon."

"Quitting? Are you certain?" I ask, hoping to change his mind on quitting. I don't want him to leave yet.

"I've been certain since the day i began working. I don't feel its right for me to work in a place that shames who i am, and who you are," He shakes his head, "Plus, i have an injured elbow, something that wouldn't have happened if i was at a desk."

"Do you have any idea what i can do to treat my wound?" Harry asks, trying his best to unfold his crunched arm.

i know exactly who he can go to

"In the basement, there's a really nice surgeon named 'Dr. Fear' but his first name is Liam. He offered to wrap a small cut i had on my arm earlier. You could talk to one of the receptionists, i'm sure he isn't too busy right now."

"In the basement, i have heard rumors of women being captive in cages. I have never been down there myself, but Liam does not seem like the guy to do that." I slightly warn, shrugging.

I hope Liam treats him well.....

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Harry is so cheesy and smol :( sigh, it would be SUCH a SHAME if something were to happen to him.

okay so i didn't have a snow day so im finishing this up right before i go to school. IM SO MAD i wanted a snow day so bad :( there literally is ICE all over the roads! WTF

questionssssssssss

1) what do you think is gonna happen to harry down in the basement? Will he be treated well since Malik likes him, or sliced up?

2) Why do you think Zayn wants anything to do with Harry's business? Is he realizing his mistakes and wanting to move on?

3 On a scale of 1-10, how naive is Niall? Harry?

Have a good day! I wont since ill be in school :(

next chapter is the anatomy lesson ;)

Okay for some reason the chapter is cut off and looking weird, so I'm gonna i unpublished and republish it :)