The Water Boy (Narry)

Chapter 46

"Wait, Harry," I spoke out to him as I watched him move throughout the room. He first went for his gym bag and I really didn't know why since we still had a couple of hours and he didn't need it until we were all in the change room. When he picked his bag up, that's when I knew he was leaving. 

"You said more than enough." Harry huffed out as he threw his bag over to his shoulder, his steps seeming to quicken as he tried to make it over to the door. Then he stopped when he passed the corner of Liam's bed, his head hung low and shaking. "Thank you for throwing everything that appears to be wrong with me at me all at once. But don't worry, I can handle that hefty list to work on after the match."

I chose not to follow right behind him so I wasn't suffocating him. Even though I was still standing by our bed, my arm couldn't help but to reach out to him like that was going to magically stop him and make everything a little bit better for us. 

"It's not just you, Harry." I said meekly, my arm dropped to my side, my hand hitting the side of my thigh as I let out a sigh. 

"Really? I don't remember hearing anything about what was wrong with you. If anything, all I did hear was that you're ahead of where I am." My eyes watched as the bag on his shoulder was now being placed on Liam's bed. I hoped that was sign that he wasn't going to walk out the door. He ran a hand over his face before he was able to look to me again. 

I know that I'm not the perfect one in this relationship, or perfect anywhere. Maybe Harry would make note to me what I needed to go off and think of when we're not together. There was a just one problem with that. The only thing Harry has ever been was supportive of me. He's only told me not to be so afraid of things and that I wouldn't know unless I spoke up or tried. I've done that and it had it points of good measure and ones that still stressed me out to no end; at least, I thought it would never end. Hopefully, I could actually be an example to Harry this time. 

When something breaks people try and fix it right away but sometimes it's better off left alone for a while. I needed to let Harry leave again. Wherever he was going to go off to might end up being a better place and peace of mind for him. I can't think the worst because I'll get it to that much faster. 

"I can't do this right now, alright?" Harry told me as he picked his bag off of Liam's bed and positioned it back onto his shoulder. His face still fighting back his sadness and I don't think he's smiled since last night. Maybe when he was with the others he did for them. I wasn't going to get to see the brilliant smile and if I did, then it wouldn't be for me. 

I nodded. I wasn't asking for him to be ready right now. I believe I had just told him that we just needed to go about our relationship differently. This wasn't some 'ready, set, go' kind of deal I was making with him. Actually, it wasn't a deal at all. There was no prize, except for us both, hopefully, being happier people; separate and together. There was no ultimatum either. 

"Where will you be?" I asked him as I heard the handle unlock the door.

"I'm gonna go to Dan's until the match to go over some things. Maybe you should go off and find Liam or Josh. He seems to be friendly towards you. I'll see you on the bus, Niall." He licked his lips before he opened the door and left.

It's odd that this has already happened once before this morning. It still felt like it was happening for the first time. 

I let out a deep sigh, feeling somewhat indifferent. I glanced around the room, not wanting to think about what had happened this time. I spoke my thoughts, all jumbled, to Harry. I think that my words got through to him but his mind is just not ready to accept and digest them all the way. 

He had a match to play and I wish that that wasn't always his top priority but he still wouldn't lose my support. Hell, the team were bullies and I still supported them.