Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

*BOYXBOY EXTREME* Innocent, pure Harry with dark Niall. What will Harry do? Stay, fight, learn to love? What will Niall do to protect his claim? Use fear, charm, love? Could be everything in between. *warning; includes swearing, smut, other*


5. Chapter 5


I use my shoulders against the wooden door and pound myself into it. "Come the fuck on!" I growl. I back up from the door and raise my right foot. I plunge it onto the door, making it crack down the middle as it swings open.

I run to the shower and rip open the curtains, looking down at Harry's wet body.

"Harry!" I drop down to my knees and grab his face into my hands. "Harry, wake up. Open your eyes, Harry, open your eyes." I slap his face a couple times and get no response. "Wake up. Please, wake up!"

His body looked too fragile. Too broken. I just wanted to shake him or I'd release the scream building up inside me. I grabbed two large towels from the closet and wrap it around his torso, the other underneath his head. I pick him up out of the water gently and cradle him into my arms all the way to my room, lying him softly on my bed.

"Harry.." I whispered.

Why did he do this to me? Is he purposely trying to make me go mad? I quickly stand up from him and pace back and forth, feeling the anger fume through my veins. I target the wall next to the door and slam my fist into it. The wall indents a little as the throbbing of the crash begins in my knuckles, making its way to my forearm.

I shake it quickly and look at Harry. Still passed out. I grab underwear, baggy shorts, and a white V-neck shirt. Placing it all next to him, I take off the towel around his torso and unknowingly reveal his private.

I just look away. I owe him that much.

I slide up the boxers all the way and notice something. Scars. They were draped across his knees, his shins, some up his thighs. I clump a part of the blankets in one of my hands and lift my index finger up to them. Then, I trace.

It feels rugged, like the bottom of a shoe, which only infuriates me more. I squeeze my eyes shut and pull the shorts up his legs. I scoot up the mattress and slowly arc his back up, trying not to grip his body when I look at his marks.

His arms had a couple, his forearm had an old burn, and his shoulder had a yellowish bruise, like it was trying to get better but can't. I sigh heavily, running fingers through my hair and slip the shirt over his head and down his body. Harry shivers and I dart my eyes.

"Stop.." He mumbles angrily.

Was he talking to me? I lean my face close to his and check his eyes. Weren't opened at all, but I wish they were. His eyes were an emerald green, sometimes blazing when he was scared of me. I liked that.

His face was mesmerizing. I trail my hand to his cheek and move it to his forehead. I look at his features and see a small crooked scar next to his right eyebrow. I lace my fingers in his hair and kiss the center of his forehead. All I want to do is keep him safe. Why can't he just listen?

I look at my phones time and picked my body off the bed.

Go, Niall. You have to leave.

I cover him with blankets and make my way out, looking at him one more time.


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