Chapter 133- The Final 4/5 F.ck it!

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Harry's POV

We were all happy to see Niall at the mansion finally.. at the place he was belong to..

He was with us.. We all feel like we were whole again.. He was really like a father to everyone here in the mansion.. in the mob in general ,actually.. Everybody love him like really a lot.. I never saw something like this.. That much love, respect, loyalty to one man, i mean..

So..Everybody was trying to show their love and affection to him. First, Niall got emotional and liked these behaviours. He let everybody to act however they want.. But it wasn't stopping. Days passed and everybody still acting like he was a 99year old grandpa and he could hurt some of his body parts and die, so they should do everything for him, and he shouldn't move an inch.

Ok. admitting.. even I was doing that. But I couldn't help it. He had a bullet hole in his abdomen, his leg was in a bad shape, he was limping, his shoulder was hurting because his arm got dislocated and now located back. he had a bandage all over his head, he had a serious concussion. he had cuts all over his body..

We were like wrapping him up into a cotton wool..
and after a few days, probably he was feeling better, he started to get out of bed, walk in the room. He was acting like he was thinking something deeply. And when we show affection to him, tried to help him etc., he didn't want us to act like that anymore. He wanted us to stop. He said that he could handle himself alone, not need our help anymore, and he recovered. But we didn't listen. He wanted us to stop again, but again we didn't care what he was saying. He was our boss, and we were all wanting the best for him. So we all didn't care again.. And finally, Niall got mad and wanted all of us to get out. He wanted only Zayn to stay back. Why not me? but Zayn?! I had no clue. But he had a serious face and told that it was about mob..

I didn't know what they were talking about, but Zayn yelled like "WHAAAAAATTTTTT?" , and "TOMORROOOOW?" .We heard those from outside. I was dying to learn what was going on, but Niall said it was about mob, so I didn't ask any questions.. I didn't want to learn anything about mob or police anymore. But it should be a shocking news, even for Zayn. and Zayn knew everything about mob..

After a few minutes later, Zayn told me to get back into room,Niall wanted me to be there, alone. So I went back. What was going on again?..

As soon as I got into the room, I noticed that Niall wasn't like in his pjamas, he was wearing a suit. And there wasn't a huge bandage thing at his head, there was just a band-aid at the place where he hit his head, that was it. and he wear the thing like a hanger that doctor recommended him to wear around his arm, it was holding up his arm.

"Niall, where are you going? Work can wait. Please. Whatever you asked to Zayn, it could wait. Or Zayn-Liam or some other people can handle it for you, if you want- even I can handle it, you should rest-" I was saying,

Niall chuckled, "It isn't about work, get dressed, I owe you a movie at cinema,remember? We will go and see the movie u want, then I will take you a restaurant that I guess you like really a lot. " Niall said.

"Cinema? Restaurant?" I said with a smile, these were so great ideas.. We never go to cinema together and I always wanted to do that with Niall. And to a restaurant, like dinner, like a date.. We never did that.. We always had lunch together at outside. We went to a restaurant for dinner in France only.. not in here.. And it was a longg time ago.. So these were so awesome ideas.. I was excited and became happy but then...

I thought his being better was more important, and he wasn't still fully-recovered. and we should stay at the mansion... "But.. Are you ok? What if something happens to you-" I was saying, "Look, I am ok,Harry. And I got bored here. I want to be alone with you, a little.Ok?" Niall said. He moved towards to me a little. I could see that he was still in pain.. While he was walking he was saying uhh..ahh.. kinda things, touching his abdomen or hurt leg..

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