compliments ✧ narry

11. wrong move

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As I run up, I look down again wondering why Harry isn't behind me. I see him smiling then shaking his head and off he runs.

Why was he smiling?

Just because Harry and I aren't on the best of terms, somehow I got to help him because who else will? His friends would be great at comforting him but their parents are still in love as they were when they started. I don't think they'd understand him very well.

Probably why he hadn't told anyone? When my parents separated, I had no one. No friends of mine understood me and Greg was out a lot. Ava was too young at that time so I had to comfort and help her too.

"So, do we climb the tree or do we use this bad boy to get up there?" Harry asks breathlessly as looks up the tree.

"Can you stop thinking about what's next and just look at this?" I roll my eyes at him before motioning what's in front of us. Harry looks at me first before he slowly turns around and lets out a breath as he sees it.

"Wow." He stares. I let him because he needs this. Seeing how far he is from a few of his worries, it might probably make him breathe for a while.

When you're up here, you can see the city, the modernized and busy city. The city that's nothing compared to the beauty beside it.

"People don't realize how much beauty a certain place has, do they?" I hear him say. I smile, because he got my point. I walk towards him and sit down beside him.

"Too busy to even think about what's beside them." I add.

"I wish people would just stop for a minute and just – I don't know – relax. Talk everything out. Eat that bagel. Rest for hours. Let them breathe." Harry wistfully says while picking the grass off from the ground.

I nod in response because he's right. Imagine how different it would be if everyone took a break from whatever they were suffering from.

"Niall?" He asks. I look at him.

Wrong move.

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i feel so evil bc the next chapter is so oxmahabsuqo