I Bullied Harry Styles? *Narry Storan* Complete

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

 

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Niall’s POV

 

We both got back into Harry’s range rover to start the long drive back to London. To say I felt like crying, again, would be the understatement of the century. I felt like I wanted the ground to open up and the world to swallow me up so I wouldn’t have to cope with the emotional pain that death is causing me to feel.

I leant my head on the window, hoping for sleep to take me away from this cruel world. But because I’m the unluckiest person in the world, sleep wouldn’t come no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was tired, which I was.

“Do you want to stop off somewhere?” Harry asked me, not moving his gaze from the road.

“Okay” I yawned and placed my head back on the window.

We stopped off at a motel not far away from the motorway, so we could easily begin driving home again the next morning. Harry, being the charmer that he is decided to carry me from the car into reception so we could book a room for the night.

With a room booked, we walked up the stairs and into our room. I collapsed onto the bed as soon as I saw it. It wasn’t the best bed in the world, Harry’s was much more comfortable, but it was sure as hell better than the car door I’d been leaning on for the past hour.

I slipped off my suit, tie, shoes and shirt and curled up in the bed. I looked up at Harry, waiting for him to join me, but he didn’t. He just stood at the foot of the bed

“What are you doing Harry? You can’t sleep stood up” I mumbled into my pillow, loud enough for him to hear me. Clearly I hope.

“I’ll sleep on the pull out couch” He insisted, pulling the sofa out and turning it into the bed.

I wouldn’t have minded him insisting to sleep on the pull out coach, but not when there is a huge piss stain in the middle of it. I’d refuse anyone to sleep in that. Eww, it’s just gross.

“Get in here you tool” I pulled my head out of the pillow to see Harry looking at the bed in disgust.

He soon took me up on my offer and climbed into the bed next to me. It brought me more warmth and made me feel special, like I had somebody and they cared for me. I felt loved.

“Imagine how many people have fucked in this bed” Harry whispered in my ear.

I shuddered at the thought “Good night Harry”

I turned over, facing the wall and began to drift off the sleep. Harry wrapped his arms around me, bringing our bodies together and making me be the smaller spoon and eventually falling asleep like that

It was the best night’s sleep that I’d had in a long time.

~

I woke up the next morning still spooning with Harry. I didn’t mind it though; I actually did like it in a way. I felt protected.

I turned over awkwardly; it was quite hard since I was attached to Harry with his tight grasp.

“Harry, Harry wake up” I nudged his shoulder.

“Five more minutes” he muttered as I climbed out of bed and got changed back into yesterday’s clothes.

“Come on Harry, you’ve got work later” I said throwing his clothes at him.

He still didn’t move, he acted like he had fallen back to sleep. This was a total lie. I could tell he was awake; his breathing was too fast to be asleep.

I walked to the foot of the bed and grabbed his ankle, pulling him off of the bed. He landed with a thud on the brown carpet; I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“Mean” He mumbled.

“Oh shush and get changed” I smirked

~

We climbed back into Harry’s car, sitting in a comfortable silence as we quietly hummed along to the radio.

I couldn’t get one thing off of my mind though as I watched Harry drive down the quite motorway. What were we?

“Harry?”

“Hmm?” He responded, not taking his eyes of the road.

“What are we exactly?” I asked curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“Well friends don’t kiss, hug, hold hands and spoon” I muttered

“Niall?” He asked me.

“Yeah?” I looked up at him

“What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know Harry”

He looked at me for a second before focusing back on the road, lifting up his left hand and squeezing my right thigh gently.

“Could we try it?” I asked.

“Try what?” he asked me.

Well here goes nothing.

“Being together”

“I’d love to”

I smiled at him, allowing him to leave his hand resting on my leg as he drove down the long stretch of the motorways.

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew I had feelings for Harry and this just proved that I was ready to accept myself.

I leant my head against the window, humming along to True Love by P!nk which was playing on the radio and absorbed every moment of what had just happened.

My life was changing at an incredible speed and I was in no position to want to change it. It was changing for the best.