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Narry - Safe

Niall is safe, he thinks.

He’s safe because he can hide things well. His feelings being number, he takes pride in the face he can maintain a convincing smile throughout the day and not give out the slightest hint that there is in fact something wrong with him.

He’s safe because his family is oblivious to the fact he always wears jeans and a long sleeved shirt. He knew they would help if they knew; well they would try at least. But he thought he could handle this on his own.  Besides, how could his family even help him? How were they supposed to protect him from himself?

So Niall doesn’t say anything and continues on with his everyday life and does what he does best, puts on a smile and give nobody any reason to make anyone question if anything was wrong.

And this works until he meets Harry and they instantly click; something that scares him half to death because they’re so close and even though he know he shouldn’t, he trusted Harry with everything in him. And he knows nothing good can come out of that.

But Harry doesn’t know, he thinks. He’s a good actor and he never lets his guard down or his smile fade.

What Niall doesn’t know is that Harry sees right through the act, although he can’t say he’s always known, but he has ever since he looked into Niall’s drawer in search of a pen but was found with a broken razor and the four blades lying in the bottom.

And that’s when Harry put two and two together; the long sleeves and the razor blades. So he closed the drawers and just smiled weakly at the older boy when he came back into the room.

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“Sorry my air conditioners broken,” Harry sighed, setting down his game controller on the ground and stood up peeling his shirt over his head and tossed it before pulling his window moaning in relief at the slightly breeze that hit his flushed, hot skin. 

“You can take your shirt off, Ni. It’s hot as hell in here.” Niall froze but quickly shook his head, “nah I’m good, a bit cold actually” he said with a slight shrug as he ignored the sweat beading on his forehead and shoulders.

Harry sat back down and grabbed the controller, his mind racing the entire game wondering if he should say something because he knew and he could actually see the sweat on his forehead.

“Either you take your shirt off or I’ll rip it off myself.” Harry threatened with a slight smile, watching Niall squirm under the weight of his gaze.

“I- I’m fine. I’m not even hot-“ Niall stuttered, but before he could even finish his sentence Harry was straddling him, tickling his sides because it was the only thing he could think to do. He kept it up until he had two handfuls of his shirt and he yanked it up, Niall’s arms going along. He yanked it away and through it, his eyes widening at the sight.

He wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t expect it to be so many. The first thing caught his eye was his hips, scars across each one, some old and white, faded and some new, red and slightly raised.

He picked Niall’s arm up and looked at his wrist, rubbing his thumb against his wrist, before looking up into Niall’s wide blue eyes, and then he did the unthinkable.

He raised Niall’s wrist to his lips and pressed a kiss to the scarred flesh, peppering light kisses to each and every part of his arm. Harry then dropped his arms and moved to cup the blond’s face, leaning in and kissing him lightly. It took Niall a minute but he eventually began kissing back, their lips softly working against each other in a passionate way.

Harry pulled back, pressing his lips together, “you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “I wish you saw what I saw.” Niall couldn’t speak because he knew if he tried to he would end up crying, so he just did what came natural to him and kissed Harry again.