Sticks and Stones

A Narry Fanfiction.

Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me.

After what Harry assumes to be a bad perfomance, he realises that words can hurt. He makes a promise to never hurt someone else with his own words but he breaks this promise and instantly regrets it. He hurts the one he loves and prays that he'll be forgiven but is all hope lost?

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9. Chapter Eight

A/N Picture of Claire above.  

Niall knocked on the door.  He’d been stood there for ten minutes, debating whether he should do this or not.  His anger was slipping away, leaving a deep, hollow emptiness.  He was starting to forget why he had been mad at the boy in the first place..slowly starting to forget.  The words still swirled around in the back of his mind and as much as he tried to shut them out, they wouldn’t leave.

He mentally shook himself, trying to get things off his mind, trying to forget the past and move on.

Liam opened the door and stepped aside to let him in.

He went down the corridor and took a left, stepping into the living room.


Harry felt his presence before he saw him.  It triggered a distant memory from a few months ago...or maybe it was up to a year or more ago now.


Niall had a girlfriend.  She had a slim petite, physique and long curly brunette hair that came down to her waist.  Her eyes weren’t so much blue as they were grey and she had a great smile.  She had a nice laugh too.

Harry wasn’t sure of her name but he knew that she made Niall happy and as long as the blonde boy was happy, Harry was happy too; or so he made himself think.

He’d watch them.  Always grinning and gazing into each other’s eyes, so in love.  He’d secretly wish that someone would look at him like that, the way they looked at each other.  He’d sit there, Louis at his side, nodding at what he said, pretending to be interested, but he only had eyes for one person at that moment. 

He wouldn’t say he was in love, he just found the other boy an intriguing sight.  The way his head went back when he laughed.  The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed.  The way he fiddled with his hands when he was nervous.  How he didn’t  seem to give a care in the world what people thought.  He was always himself and not afraid to be.

Louis took the mick and kept pointing out that the girl resembled Harry but he just dismissed the idea.  The only resemblance was the hair to be honest and her’s was longer and wavier.  His was curlier and anyways, why would Niall want to date someone that resembled the likes of him.

He’d pondered over this as envy swirled within him.  But there was nothing he could do about it except watch, knowing he was mad, crazy for being so jealous.  He knew what he felt for Niall wasn’t entirely normal but it wasn’t love.  It wasn’t.  It couldn’t be.  Harry liked girls.  But if he did, why did he keep staring at Niall’s lips when he spoke?  Why did he notice so many things about the Irish boy that you wouldn’t notice about someone that was just a friend?


They’d been together for quite a long time, then suddenly the relationship seemed to be over.  Niall said she cheated on him and he caught her in bed with someone else.  He was heartbroken and wouldn’t talk to anyone, then he opened up to Zayn one day.  Those two had always been pretty close.  Harry would have been happy that the boy was single, but he knew he didn’t love the boy.  He didn’t want to be with him.  Besides, even if he did, now wasn’t the time to be thinking such thoughts when the boy was so broken.

Harry thought Niall had gotten over her.  It’d been a long time since they’d seen each other.  Louis still dropped comments about how similar she was to Harry.  She even had dimples and ‘nice collarbones’.  Niall shot him glares for that.


If Harry was happy, he shouldn’t have been because they eventually got back together.  He’d always wonder why they did after what she’d done to Niall, but he never asked because it wasn’t really any of his business.


Harry’s body trembled.  He could feel the blonde boy’s blue gaze on him.  “Why did you get back with her?” he asked.  Somehow, the other boy’s presence made his thoughts clearer and he was beginning to decipher the difference between dreams and reality.

Niall started at this.  “Who?” his voice barely audible.  It felt so strange, talking to him after so long.

After a moment’s hesitation, he met Niall’s gaze, still lost in the memory.

Louis caught Liam’s eye and cleared his throat.  “I think he means Claire, Niall.” He spoke with hatred.

Niall flushed a deep red and ran a hand through his hair.  “I...I...”

“Why is he even here?”  The oldest boy muttered.  “This wasn’t even my idea.”

Liam shot him a glare for that.

Harry frowned at Louis, his gaze flickering to Niall again, this time much clearer.  “Louis was right wasn’t he?  It’s because she looked like me.”

Niall fiddled with his hands.  “No, it wasn’t.  It’s because I liked her.  Anyways, we split up because I realised I’m gay.” He grimaced as the word rolled off his tongue.  “Louis already knows this of course and I don’t know why he’s being so mean.” He mumbled as an afterthought.

The other’s didn’t seem to hear, apart from Louis who frowned at him.

Harry stood up and stretched.  “Great, so am I.  We have so much in common don’t we.”  His voice dripped with sarcasm.  “As Louis said, why are you here?”

Liam and Louis exchanged a glance before Liam spoke.  “It was my idea to help you get back to normal.”

Harry’s brow creased.  “Normal?  What Normal?”  He glared at Niall.  “Fucking normal.” He mumbled under his breath.  “Look I’m really tired so I’m going to get some sleep.” He went to his room and slammed the door.

Niall sank into the sofa beside Louis.  He held his face in his hands and his shoulders shook.

Liam shuffled awkwardly on his feet before following after Harry.

Louis realised that Niall was crying and was quite taken aback.

“I fucked up.” He spoke as a mantra.

Hesitantly, Louis reached over and rubbed the younger boy’s back.  “I guess I didn’t realise you’re still reeling from what Harry said.  I thought you just wanted to hurt him like he’d hurt you.”

Niall shook his head.  “No, I didn’t know...I thought he didn’t care.” He raised his head up, eyes bloodshot from crying so hard.

The older boy sighed.  “I don’t mean to make you feel even worse or anything but he still think he’s a bit out of it and it’s mostly because he thinks you hate him.”

“I had a dream.  It’s not very lucid right now but I remember that he was shouting stuff at me and I had no idea what he was talking about.  He was going on and on about not wanting me to go and asking why I had to get hit by a train and leave him all alone.”

Louis laughed without humour.  “That’s weird.  He was mumbling about a train last night.  That must have been the dream.  You got hit by a train and he was traumatized.  He was still lost in the dream till you came and triggered a memory or something.  Liam thought you’d be able to sort things out if you came...but I guess things have just gotten worse.”

Liam hovered at the door to Harry’s room, hand on the doorknob.  Thinking better of it, he turned on his heel and headed back to the living room, deciding that it wouldn’t be best to disturb him


Harry tossed and turned in his bed.  He didn’t speak in his sleep, he never did, but his face contorted in pain.


The sky was clear and blue, not a cloud in sight.  Harry was walking along the street.  He was in a tranquil place.  Not a single thought crossed his mind as his mouth stretched into an effortless grin.  His hands were in his pockets and he had a spring in his step.

As he turned the corner though, the smile was wiped off his face.

Niall and Claire were stood on the other side of the street, lips locked.  His arms were wrapped around her waist and her’s around his neck.

Harry removed his hands from his pockets.  Why was he with her again?  Hadn’t they already broken up?  His hands clenched at his sides and he was startled to feel one of them grasp around a hard object.  He used the slender fingers of his other hand to trace the object.  The handle was pure wood, the end a cold metal.

A smirk played on his lips as he crossed the street, not bothering to glance left and right.  He lifted the hood of his purple hoodie and stepped closer until he was right behind the girl.  He swiftly grasped her shoulder with one hand and jerked the other into her back.

Her lips broke contact with Niall’s as she let out a strangled sound and crumpled to the ground.

Harry turned on his heel and raced in the opposite direction.  He heard Niall gasp and shout a jumble of insanities at his back then he heard footfalls as the boy chased after him.  He veered off into an alley and came to a halt when he reached a dead end.  He panicked and turned to face the other boy, both their faces were bright red as they wheezed and gasped for breath.

Niall lifted his hand, revealing the bloodied object.  He wiped it on his sleeve then threatened it at the curly haired boy.

Harry was too shocked to make a sound.

The Irish boy abruptly lunged at his chest, aim perfect and accurate.  As Harry swayed, his hood fell back and he gazed blankly at the other boy who’s mouth hung agape in shock.  He reached out for the younger boy as he fell back.


“No!” Harry sat up gasping.

Louis opened to the door and turned on the light.

Harry’s body trembled.  “He killed me.  He killed me.  He killed me.”

The older boy exhaled and ran a hand through his hair.  Another nightmare.  He walked up the bed and pulled back the covers, sitting beside him and holding him tight.

“He killed me.” The Cheshire boy blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the situation.  “Why am I still alive if he killed me?” his face contorted and a load of different emotions washed over it.  “I’m not alive.”  He stared straight ahead.


The boy turned to meet his gaze.

“You’re alive.”

He shook his head.

“You are.”

He untangled his body from Louis’ arms.  “You don’t understand.  Just...can you just...can I sleep alone..”

With a sigh, Louis stood up.  “Don’t do anything stupid.”  He turned off the light and shut the door on his way out.  He was so confused and hurt.  It took all of his willpower to refrain from slamming it in his wake.


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