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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3. Chapter Two


The journey was quiet.  All of the boys in their own little worlds, either on their phones, sleeping…well only one person was sleeping, or just lost in their own thoughts.

Niall allowed his thoughts to drift to the night when they went to the night club.

They all climbed out of Louis’ car and headed to their favourite nightclub, Pearl.  Harry seemed the most enthusiastic and Niall kept sneaking glances in his direction.  He was so beautiful.  Niall had never met anyone so perfect.

When they got inside, it was half full.  Niall watched Harry as he rushed to the bar and ordered some alcohol.  He smiled and turned to Louis who was having some sort of dance battle with Zayn.  It would normally be Louis that was first to get drinks but he was the driver for the night and he had to stay sober.

Niall just stood in the corner, watching Harry from a distance.  After a while, the younger boy got up from the barstool. He was swaying on his feet as he surveyed the room. His eyes stopped on Niall and the boy wondered how he was able to make him out when he was obviously really drunk.

Harry made his way towards him and he stopped in front of the Irish boy, still unsteady on his feet.  When he reached him, he grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Niall frowned but gave no struggle.  He stood awkwardly and Harry grinned at him.  It was slightly unnerving how out of it the curly haired boy was.

He danced really close to the older boy and whispered into his ear.  “Y-you look reall-l-ly hot-t-t tonight.” He slurred as the words tumbled out of his mouth and he pressed his body against Niall’s.

Niall’s face flushed and he took a step back.  But Harry was having none of it and he pulled him close again. “Erm..I don’t think you should be doing this.” His voice trembled.  He glanced over to Louis and Zayn, sending them a pleading look.  They just smirked and Liam stood at the side with his arms folded, watching in amusement.

Harry grinded his hips into Niall’s.  “I like your b-body.  R-remember when w-we went to the beach and w-we went skinny dipping.  I-I wanted to-

Niall’s body shuddered and he could feel it acknowledging the fact that he liked what Harry was doing to him.  “What?”

The younger boy’s face scrunched up in confusion.  “O-oh, m-maybe that was a d-dream, n-never mind.  Let’s dance.”

Niall frowned and stepped away from him again, though it took a lot of willpower to do so.  “You’re just drunk Harry, you don’t mean what you’re saying.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them to see Harry gazing at him with dark sorrowful emerald eyes.

“N-no, I’m not.  I-I saw you showering once.”

Niall shook his head.  He secretly wished that the sober Harry was like this.

They say when drunk, a person speaks their true thoughts but he doubted it was true in Harry’s case cause he had made it pretty obvious, when sober, that he was only interested in women and Niall knew he wouldn’t be interested in little old him.

He turned and walked away from drunk Harry and headed to the toilet.

When he got back, the other boys were sitting on barstools, Harry was consuming some more alcohol and Liam had a glass of water.  Zayn was smirking at a text he had received whilst Louis was just watching Harry consume much more than usual.

He decided to sit at a table in the corner.  He whipped out his iPhone and played Falling Down a couple of times till he saw a shadow looming over him.

He raised his head to see Liam stood over him, gesturing to the watch on his wrist.

“Time to go! I think it’s time for Harry to get some rest!” He shouted over the booming music.

Niall stood and headed to the car without a word or a backwards glance.

The car came to a halt.  Louis was the first out.  Harry’s Ramones T-shirt hung loosely on his shoulders and his maroon jeans perfectly fitting Louis’ legs.  The other boys were too wrapped up in their own business to notice and by the time they actually did later on, no one even bothered to ask.

Liam then Harry were next out.

Niall shook Zayn’s shoulders, stirring him from his nap.

With a stretch, the dark haired boy climbed out, closely followed by Niall.

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