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?

RP blog for fic -> http://sticksandstonesrp.tumblr.com/

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7. Chapter Six

 

Niall was so confused.  He’d started to think that maybe Harry had feeling for him but then he doubted it, then Louis and Zayn seemed to think he did.  But Harry was always really obvious with his feelings and if he liked Niall, he would have shown it or maybe just told him.  It was also really hard to forgive him ‘cause every time he thought of the other boy now, those words swirled around his head and he hated both himself and the younger boy even more.

Liam had a little talk with him, warning him to be careful with Harry because he was ‘fragile’ and very ‘insecure’ but Niall just snorted and muttered a “Yeah, right.” Harry was the most open and strongest people he knew.  He’d never seen Harry cry, but everyone had seen Niall cry.  He was the insecure one; even though they called him the happy one, he was the easiest to hurt.  They seemed to care more about Harry than him when he was the one that got hurt not him.  They just didn’t understand. 

Niall chose to completely ignore Harry.  During interviews he found ways to avoid talking to him or even looking his way.  Everyone could sense the hostility but they decided it was best not to comment.

Harry had apologized but Niall hadn’t accepted it and that made him hate himself further.  Though it didn’t seem obvious, he loved Niall, a lot.  He watched him from a distance and knew he couldn’t act because he was scared of his feelings for the boy.  He wished he could turn back the time so he could have changed the way he acted.  So that he could have told Niall about how he felt instead of denying his feelings, instead of realising that he was deeply in love when it seemed to be too late, when the Irish boy loathed him to the point of wanting to cause him harm.

It was his fault.  Always his fault.  He drummed that into his mind and fell into a depressed empty state, not bothering, not caring anymore.  He didn’t talk, he just sat and stared into space, not eat or drinking, not even thinking, only moving when it was necessary.

The boys had tried to communicate with him but it was like he wasn’t there.

When they went to Sweden once to perform What Makes You Beautiful, he’d sang perfectly and just stood in one place, his face expressionless.

Afterwards, the presenter asked them questions and Harry just looked right through her.  She was quite startled and avoided talking to him.

After that, management thought it best that they didn’t do any more performances till Harry ‘sorted himself out’, but it seemed like there was no hope.  With every passing day, it was like he was slipping further away and Niall just didn’t seem to notice or maybe he just didn’t care.

Once, Louis woke up in the middle of the night, sensing that something was wrong.  He got out of bed and checked Harry’s room.  He wasn’t in bed.  The light in the kitchen was on and Louis opened to door.  Harry was by the sink, an apple in one hand and another braced on the counter.  There was a bloodied knife at his feet.

Louis gasped and rushed towards him.  He’d dropped the knife and sliced his palm.  The wound wasn’t that deep but it should have been painful.  In normal circumstances Harry would be close to tears and making a fuss, but right now he was frozen and it didn’t seem like he felt any pain.

Louis grabbed a napkin, soaked it in cold water and dabbed the wound.  To make sure this or something worse, didn’t happen again, the older boy made sure he slept next to him and locked the door before they both slept.

The next day, he told Liam and Zayn about what had happened as they wondered why Harry’s hand was bandaged up.  They were really worried about him but Niall just glared straight ahead, his mouth set in an ugly snarl.  Louis was really appalled by his behaviour.  Niall didn’t know what he was doing to the poor boy.

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