He still remembers that day when he and his mum we're out, and he saw those two men. He can remembers every single second of it. It was like his own memory that he just can't forget.
"Mummy, it's really weird," he whispered to his mum, sitting next to him. They were both sitting on the couch watching the tv.
"What's weird, baby?" She replied to him, playing with his dark brown baby hair.
"Those two men!" he screeched, looking disgusted. "They're always kissing!" His mum kept her eyes on the tv, watching her son's tv programme 'The Tellytubbies'. Po was his favourite one, the little red one who's always going around on the little scooter; he even had a dressing up outfit of him!
She gulped, looked at her son, who was already looking at her, and opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She didn't have a clue what to say to him! Because he will never understand about it until later on in his life. He was only 5 bless him, so of course he won't understand.
"You will understand when your older, my precious" was all she said.
But he still didn't get it. He wanted to know more! What was she keeping from him? Little did he know, that later on in his life he will be one of those men, falling in love with another man. But to him, it'll be normal. It won't feel weird to him because it's normal to him. Everyone around him will be judging him, just like the younger him judged those two men. He couldn't care less, because he's truly in love with the man of his dreams, but that man doesn't know it yet.
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The bright, morning sunlight shone through the thin, dirty curtains, brightening up the hospital room. The wind wistled through the opened window, cooling down the hot, sweaty room. A new day. A new story. A new begining. Anything could happen. Today was the day that Niall would be taken to prison. He would stay in the cell for 10 days, then finally be let go. And that's when he will tell Harry about his feelings towards him. Only if he has the confidence to do. If you don't try now you will never know. You have to face your fears sooner or later or they will all come back at you. Niall was really scared though, about going into prision and also tell Harry about his feelings. They could both end up so badly dangerous. But theres always hope around the corner, ins't there?
Niall was lying in the warm bed with the thin blanket spread across his body. He was breathing lightly, while still asleep. He sleeps like a baby; if a gas bomb went off he wouldn't even hear it! That's a good thing really, but also a really bad thing, too. Anything could be happening when he's sleeping. Anything could be happening to Harry. Niall stirred in his bed, rubbing his eyes to ajust the light surrowding him. He yawned and stretched his arms out over his head.
"Nice morning today" he whispered to himself, smiling at the window. He wanted to make this moment last, becasuse he knows he won't see the sunlight for a while. His smiling fading, he frowned, he looked down at his lap and let out a loud sigh. The thought of leaving the outside world really hurts him. He doesn't want to go, but he know he has to, because it's his own dam fault! If he hadn't got into the car while he was drunk.... . Only if he had listenend to Liam!
Liam! Oh God! Where was he? And the other two boys? Zayn and Louis. The last time Niall saw them was at the party. God knows what could of happened to them. That boy was so sensible and caring, he wouldn't do anything to anyone. With that moment, Niall jumped out of the bed, despit his hurt leg, and grabbed the blue v-neck t-shirt that was sitting on the arm of the chair next to the old bed. I didn't take that off last night, did I? He grasped hold of his crutch leaning againt the white walls and limped out of the door. He walked down the quiet hallway of the hospital, trying not to make a single noise with his crutch. He heared a few whisperes of people talking in rooms as he walked past them. It was so early, probably atleast 9 o'clock, how are people even up at this time? How am I even up at this time? He walked to the reception of the hospital, finding that there was no one at the desk. He let out a huge sigh, running his hand through his dark hair. I really need to dye this soon. He sat down on a chair that was in the waiting room to wait for someone walk past. He was there for about half an hour when he saw a young male with dark brown hair walking towards him. He was wearing a black and white shirt, black tie ans black blazeer, and was carrying and big notepad and pen. He noticed that Niall was staring at him, so smile at him. Niall half smiled back at him, then took his eyes of the man walking infront on him, looking down at his lap.
"Do you need help there, sir?" He heard someone ask. He looked up and it was the man he saw earlier. He smiled brightly at Niall, licking his lips. Niall nodded, then frowned. "You looked pretty lost there,"
"It's Niall, by the way. And, I.. I need to find my friend" He murmured, looking back down at his lap. He heard footsteps coming towards him, then a hand touch his. "I need to tell him something"
"Niall. Sweet name. And what is your friend's name, my love?" he chimed, smiling right into Niall's eyes. Niall frowned, shifting his body away from him. "You know, you can also tell me and I can go and see if I can find him"
"No, get lost! And his name.... his name is called Liam. Liam Payne"
The man laughed, "Alright, man. Chill out! I was only joking with you," then he frowned, "I don't recgonise that name from here, son. There is no patient with that name,"
"Oh, he isn't a patient," Niall laughed, "He's only visiting, I think,"
"You think?" the man questioned. Niall rolled his eyes, "Just go and see if you know where he is. He's probably with the patient Harry Styles"
"Harry Styles? That dude?" Niall nodded.
"I'll go see now. Oh, and the names Noah by the way" He winked at Niall, then turned on his heal down the corridor leaving Niall speechless.
~NOAH~ * THERE IS GOING TO BE MORE POVS THROUGHOUT THE BOOK *
That Niall dude seem pretty cute. And adorable. And hot. His cute little face put a smile on my face whenever I thought of him.
Walking down the hallway, I got shivers down my spine, as if something bad was going to happen. I just ignored it; nothing really bad could happen at this time on the year.
I was searching for Niall's friend, who he claimed to not be patient here in the hospital, so the best person to see was that Harry guy. I don't like him that much personally, well, because he seems to up herself and he is always really rude to the staff who help him. He's really rude and disrespectful. I'll be happy when he finally leaves here for good.
Finally, I found that room that I always hate going into. Harry Styles' room. Just the fact that he is inside it sent sharp shivers down my spine. Opening the door, I tiptoed inside the cold room, closing the door behind me. I saw Harry lying down on the bed, his leg in plaster. The doctors said his leg was getting better, which was good really because it meant he could get out of here. His curly hair sprayed across the white pillow, almost camouflaging it. The room smelt like strong cologne which nearly made me choke. I noticed someone sitting in the chair in the dark corner of the room; it looked as if they were asleep. 'Must be Liam'
I turned the light on which blinded me, making me rub my eyes to adjust the brightness.
"Can I help you?" I heard a low voice say. I looked up and it was that Liam guy from the corner.
"Liam?" I asked, though it wasn't really a question. His eyebrows knitted together forming a frown.
"How do you know my name?" he questioned, standing up from the chair and took a step towards me.
"Your friend Niall asked me to get you" I smiled, taking a small step back from him.
"I don't know, he didn't tell me"
"How do you know him"
"I just saw him waiting in the waiting room"
"Why did you even.. Wait, why was he in the waiting room?" He questioned, his tone getting sharper and sharper. He put his hands into his pocket and took a step towards me.
"He told me he was looking for you. He seemed pretty cute" I laughed quietly, then looked back up at him and saw anger in his eyes. "What?"
"Niall is sensitive, and gets scared easily. Don't go around saying he's cute and stuff when you don't even know him!"
"Ok, god sorry. I was just saying. I think you should go and talk to him. He waiting for you,"
He looked over at Harry, then back at me. He opened his mouth to say something but I immediately said, "Harry will be fine, mate. Believe me" He nodded at me, then looked back down at Harry.
He walked towards the door and opened it. I followed him just to make sure he went in the right direction.
"Niall, what the hell are you doing?" was all I heard walking down the corridor.