Don't Let Me Sink (( Narry Fanfic)) [On Hold]

Paring: Narry (( with a bit Ziall, Larry,Lilo, and Zerrie too )) -Not Famous-

Ever since a horrid moment that happened to Zayn it caused him to abuse his boyfriend Niall endlessly. No matter how much Niall loves Zayn he can't help but want to die. So one night when Zayn leaves, Niall goes to the bridge about to jump off but what happens when a boy with curly hair and emerald green eyes comes to his rescue?


7. Seven.

"Sh, It's alright I'm here. I'll always be here Niall." Harry whispered to Niall, feeling his own tears start up. Harry was always emotional around people who were upset but he never did cry this much for someone. Let alone someone he just met that day. 

While Harry held Niall in his arms, he heard the front door open. 'Oh please don't be drunk. Don't be drunk.' he heard himself think looking up to meet Louis's surprised face. "Harry love, you would-oh uh who's this?" Louis said pointing to the crying boy. 

Harry didn't mean to be rude but he shook his head at Louis, saying that right now wasn't a good time and that they would talk later. He didn't want to mention how Niall was almost close to to committing suicide thanks to his boyfriend right in front of him, as he was in this state. 

"He's just a friend. That's all." Harry said not looking at Louis. "Oh." Louis said watching as how Harry held the stranger in his hands. "I'll just be in my room then." and with that Louis left.'Luck must be on my side tonight.' Harry thought to himself. 

"I-I'm sorry Harry." Niall manged to crock out before pushing Harry off him to wipe his face. "Sorry for what?" Harry asked. Why should he be sorry? "I'm the one who should be saying sorry for bringing up the topic!" Harry said. Niall shook his head, "No. You were just being a good friend. That's all. Anyways I'm kinda sleepy. All that crying made me tried. Where is my room again?" 

"Down the hall right across the bathroom. Should be on your left. Oh! And uh Niall? If you need anything just tap on my door. Don't hesitate to get me...okay?" Harry said watching as Niall got up and stretch 

"Alright. Alright. I'm going to get some sleep. Night Harry." Niall said going down the hall just like Harry had told him, and closed his room door. 

Harry didn't move from his spot after Niall had left. He sat there and begun to drift off into his own world. Even when he knew Louis would be waiting for him in their room - he sat there. Not moving one bit at all. 

He bought his hands up to his face, putting pressure onto his eyes. He sat just like that for more then twenty minutes thinking about Niall. 'C'mon Harry. Stop thanking about him - you have a wonderful boyfriend who loves and cares about you and is in fact waiting for you right now.' his mind said to him. 'Might as well.'

Harry sat up from the couch and walked down the hallway towards his room before stopping in front of Niall's room. He saw that the door was opened just a crack. Just enough for someone to look in and see what the person behind the door was doing. 

Harry looked around making sure Louis wasn't behind him before taking a look in the Irish lads room. He saw Niall laying on the bed facing the ceiling with tear stain eyes that were clearly showing he wasn't going to get any sleep in soon. He saw Niall whip his eye before and mumble a few words that were too soft for him to hear. Niall suddenly jump out of the bed and took his shirt off, almost giving Harry a heart attack.

That was until Harry saw more bruises against his pale back. It was horrifying. Harry wanted to look away but he couldn't. He couldn't turn his gaze away from his back. He wanted to walk up behind Niall and embrace him into a hug but he knew better then that. He knew that it would cause an uproar with Louis and Niall. He didn't need to add more reasons to Niall's 'Why I Should Die.' list. Instead he keep a good distance and admired the patterns across his back. 

As much as Harry hated to admit it - it was beautiful. How the abuser could create a lovely picture by scaring the canvas/person. It was strange. Harry had always wondered what they thought inside their mind when they were "marking their territory" on their bodies. How they always seem to know what time was right and where to hit them. How their careful of their actions because one mistake hit could lead to hell. 

Harry felt his eyes trail down Niall's spine, seeing how each bruise was different. How one was big and the other small. How one was a hand print and the other something different. He saw how one bruise even mixed in with Niall skin making an eerie blue color that was magnificent but still quite horrible. 

Harry closed his eyes and walked towards the bathroom. Once inside he sat down on the toilet before taking small breathes to relax himself 'What do you think your doing staring at him?!' he nearly yelled at himself 'Louis already mad at you. You don't need to cause more!'

After yelling at himself, Harry got up and walked out the bathroom door. He was on his way to room but stopped to check on Niall one last time before calling it night. Sure enough the Irish boy was fast asleep still having tears down his cheek. Harry smiled and closed the door, continuing his way to his room. 

He stepped inside and didn't bother to look at the bed. He simply striped down until he was left in his boxers. Just when he was about to take another step something caught him off guard. 




"Who the fuck was that." 




A/N: Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod. You guys are going to fucking hate me - I can already see it. Anyways, sorry about not updating for a while. School been a bitch to me and lately things have not been the best for me. Like legit. I hope this chapter makes up for it and uh sorry for the weird Harry checking Niall out part. I just find it somewhat amazing how abusers do that to innocent people....Don't mind me...I'm just weird...

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