melancholy ; narry storan

VI.

harry reaches home
and rings the bell
after letting out
a sigh,
anne opens the door
just to see her
son bruised
this bad.
she pulls him into
a hug and
ruffles his hair as she says,
"take care harry,
world's dangerous and
you're my precious little
bean hanging in there."

fortunately,
for harry,
his mom doesn't say anything
just takes care of him
and his bruises.
harry is in relief knowing
that all his what-ifs
were just
silly hallucinations,
his mom loves him deeply
afterall.

but that wasn't the same
for niall,
his mom, somehow,
got to know about him bringing
harry home,
despite how careful he was.
she clenched her fists
and narrowed her eyebrows,
as a look of bitterness
formed on her face.
anger was boiling in her body
like the lava of the volcano,
exploding any minute
from now.

"mister niall horan,
you are not bringing anyone
at home, because this
is my home! and well
who is he anyways?"
she yelled at the top of
her lungs causing a
tide of fear and terror hit
the boy as
he curled up in the
corner and replied,
"he w-was my f-f-friend."

"friend? you don't have any!
and well no one likes you,
keep that in mind, okay?
i do not want any single
person at my house ever again!
you're not going to school
for a week, that's it.
stay at home."
she shouted and then let
out a small smirk
as she saw niall on the
verge of letting
out tears.

niall started to shiver,
he couldn't feel himself anymore.
he was used to this though
so he took out a blade
and looked at it with
disappointment.
'would harry like that?'
a thought occurred in his mind,
and he stopped right
there and then.
he slowly shut his eyes
as he laid on his bed
and decided to
cry himself to sleep.

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a/n:- we're on 30 for the tag #narry. how unbelievable is that TT