"Here, let me help you." I offered whilst helping Niall stand out of his wheelchair. They'd eventually let me take him home where I can take care of him properly.
"Thanks Haz. Is it okay if I call you that?" he asked blushing.
"Yeah sure." I laughed. "You always call me that." I helped him climb into the back seat and strapped him into his seat belt. I'm not making the same mistake that imbecile did. Niall is fragile and he needs proper care and attention. I'm never letting him out of my sight again.
"I do? Are there any other names I have for you?" I couldn't contain my laughter and his eyes widened as I sat in the drivers seat and turned to face him.
"Nope, just Haz. Although you do call me Harold whenever you're mad at me." I gave him a wink and turned back around to start the car.
"Oh. That's reassuring. Do you mind if I ask where we're going?" I already told him twice, is his memory that bad?
"Well, I'm sure you're starving cause I know I am, so we're gonna go home and I'm gonna make us a lovely dinner." I replied, keeping my eyes firmly on the road.
"I'm actually quite tired. I think I'm just gonna call it a day and go to bed. Thanks anyway though." I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Niall, I know you're a little confused about everything that happened and I know it's a big change on your life, but you need to eat something. You haven't eaten since... that day." I heard him mumble something but I didn't bother asking.
"I don't need you to do everything for me. If I'm gonna get back to normal, I need to get used to doing things myself." he sternly replied. I was quite surprised at his tone, he usually just agrees with me.
My hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and I bit my lip. "Okay. Fine."
The rest of the drive was silent and as soon as I pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car, Niall had already opened his door and had one hand on the roof trying to climb out. I walked round to him and grabed his hand. He gave me a frown and moved his arm away, continuing to stand up and slam the door shut. He raised his eyebrows, making his point about being independant and limped up to the front door. I chuckled and followed him, pulling the keys out of my pocket and unlocking the door.
Harry opened the front door and stepped inside, holding the door open for me. I walked inside and went straight to the first door on the left. I figured it was the living room, as there was a comfy looking couch sat next to a beautiful fire place. There was a coffee table in the middle of the room and a small pot of flowers placed alongside a pile of magazines. The huge window gave a view of the car parked in the driveway and the TV hung on the wall. Harry came behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before walking away into the kitchen. This room was quite bigger than the living room. It contained everything a kitchen would need, obviously, and my eyes shot straight to the fridge which was full of magnets and photos. I moved closer to take a look at them and they were all of me and Harry. We looked like we were having a great time together and there was one which caught my eye especially. We were standing next to each other wearing Mario and Luigi costumes. Harry had his arm around my waist and I was cupping his face, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His dimples were indented on his cheeks and his brown curls were stuffed under his hat.
"I remember that night." Harry said, bringing me out of my daze. I turned to look at him and he had a huge smile on his face. "It was your 19th birthday party and I remember you saying you'd always loved playing Mario Kart as a child, so I bought us those costumes to wear. You know, when that photo was taken, we were suppose to be smiling but at the last minute you turned and kissed me." he sat at the table and sipped his coffee. He placed another cup next to it and I sat down next to him.
"How long have we been together?" I asked, swirling the spoon around the cup.
"Almost 3 years now. We met at a Kanye West concert and it was the most awkward night for me because I was flirting with you and you had no idea. I'd been building up the confidence to kiss you all night and then you introduced me to your boyfriend." he told me blushing.
"Oh gosh. I'm sorry about that." I replied, sipping my drink.
"It all worked out well in the end. We ended up sneaking off to the bathroom after the show and we ditched your boyfriend. I don't even think you bothered to tell him you were over cause you literally spent all of your time here." he laughed.
"And then I eventually moved in?"
"Well, it took me quite a while to persuade you but you finally agreed that you spent more time here than in your own home, so you moved in."
"I still don't understand why Zayn was so... quick to leave yesterday." I added. Harry gave me a frown and a deep sigh.
"You don't need to worry about him alright. He's not important." he snapped and stood up. "What is important is that you get some sleep. I thought you said you were tired?"
"Yeah I am. I'm just gonna finish my drink and then I'll go to bed." I told him, gulping down my coffee.
"Well, I think I might hit the snooze with you. I'll meet you up there." he kissed my forehead before leaving the kitchen.
I drank the last bit of my coffee before placing the cup in the sink. I could not get Zayn out of my head and it was bugging me why. Maybe I should arrange to meet up with him and discuss the whole situtation. He was in the car crash too and I need to know why.