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"i can't stay withmy step-mum"he slightly whispered,as he saw her comingcloser to him,as he took steps back,almost bumpinginto harry

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"i can't stay with
my step-mum"
he slightly whispered,
as he saw her coming
closer to him,
as he took steps back,
almost bumping
into harry.

"so, you want to
run away?"
she screamed,
continuing,
"where would you
stay even?"
her eyebrows
raised.

"i give you food,
water, shelter,
clothes, everything,
i am a proper mother,
what do i not do what
a mother does?"
she scoffed.

"but do you provide
me with love?"
niall gently put out
this statement.
"do you provide me
with a reason to live
or destroy it every single
time i try to find it?"
he said, on the verge of
falling apart.

"b-but i do give you
food and water an-"
she felt silent,
her eyes closed
as the blondie knew
it was his time,
his time to speak,
speak without any fear.

"you provide me with
means to live,
but you don't provide
me with a reason?"
he continued,
"every single day,
i am on the brink of
feeling like to just
disappear,
disappear from this world,
and for forever."

"i found harry,
but you try every single
minute to try to
take him away from me,
to put me into misery,
and you say
you care for me."
he shouted,
his face had turned red,
green veins appearing
near his eyebrows,
as she looked still,
a bit silence.

"but i can't just let
you be gay. i-it's, um,
a sin." she replied,
stutteringly,
she ran out of meaningful
points and just kept
her mouth shut.

"but he is the reason i live,
the one who provides me
with love, probably,
my guardian angel.
it's not a sin, it isn't,
but if it gives me a reason
to wake up everyday,
to feel happy and carefree,
to measure the worth of
my existence,
then i don't even care
if it's a sin."
he finished.

harry's eyes had softened,
as he cupped niall's cheeks
and gently planted a kiss
on either sides,
as niall had his eyes
pouring with water,
whether it was joyous tears,
or the ones filled with grief,
it was very uncertain.

"you make
your choice then,
him or me."
she ragingly,
yet confidently
said.

"it'd never be you."
the blue eyed boy replied,
hugging the other lad,
as the world seemed
to fall silent for
just for a moment,
maybe.

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