nialls p.o.v.

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Harry had eventually woken up and dragged himself to his bed. I found out the funeral would be in about 2 weeks, which isn't in very much time.

That isn't the main thing on my mind, though. My heart is still fluttering and I smile every time I think about Harrys touch. I shouldn't be thinking this way. He doesn't like me in the way I like him. Why do I like him again? Theres multiple reasons to not like him but, that one reason to like him, pushes all the others to the side.

I walk into his room with some freshly made coffee and set it down on the small table beside the bed. I stare down at him, laying on his stomach, his hair spread across the pillow in a messy manner, his lips slightly parted, and his shirt only covering the top half of his back. Although I want to wake him up by shaking him by the part that isn't covered, I feel that would be awkward when he woke. Dear Lord.

I settle for touching the shirt covered part. Just touching his shirt gives me shivers. The slight touch jolts him awake, sitting up straight. He looks around, his eyes squinted with a little pout. How much more can I take? Not much.

"What time is it?" He ask, his voice heavy and raw. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands. I give him his coffee and he happily takes it from me. Our fingertips touch, making me quickly pull back. I swear I felt something. He doesn't seem to have notice as he sips in content. Just my imagination. My heart may have just skipped a beat.

"I-I-t's 5, 5, 5." I say unsteady. Get it together.

He nods and hums. "Thank you, for the coffee, for everything." He smiles up at me and I think I just died inside. Why is he being so grateful all of a sudden? Who cares, he smiled for me, at me.

I'm such a girl.

I can't speak at the moment so I just nod and smile timidly. I leave the room and walk into my bedroom, flopping onto the bed and screaming into a pillow. I squeeze the sheets with all my might. My heart. I'm about to explode. I take deep breaths and smile widely. Oh my.

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I was scrubbing the kitchen counters when David had called me.

"Where is Harry?" Is the first thing he ask me when I pick up.

"Why do you, why do you need to know, know?" I say, spraying disinfectant on the counter.

"I have something to show him," David stays vague and I'm not sure if I like it.

"Oh. Alright. He's probaby, probably, probably at work." Click.

That was weird. I'm a little concerned for both their well being.

After a few hours, I have basically cleaned the entire house. In that time, Harry should have come home but, he hasn't. Which is strange, he usually rushes home. I don't blame him.

Its around 8 p.m. when he walks through the door, blank face and a tight posture. I scurry to him, examining. I say a simple 'hi', but he brushes me off and goes to his bedroom slamming the door behind him. Was it something I did? Said?

I scratch at my forearms before cursing at myself and stopping. Don't do that.

I whip up a cup of tea for myself and go to my bedroom, sitting by the window and looking up at the stars. Oh how long its been.

Minutes pass by, may be even an hour, when Harry abruptly walks into my room, standing in front of me.

"Tell me what you did today." He says, his face still blank and his voice expressionless. Hes kinda making me scared, now.

"Well, I, I cleaned the whole, cleaned the whole house, house." I say, looking down towards his feet.

"Why," He furrows his eyebrows.

"I hadn't cleaned, cleaned in awhile."

"How long is awhile?"

What kind of questions are these?

"Two days, days."

"There was a fight at the diner today." He changes the subject, making me wish he didn't. Fights aren't my thing and I'd rather not discuss this. Blood and violence is at the bottom of the list of things I will talk about.

"Can we talk, talk, talk about something else, something else?"

"Why?" He sniffs and stares intently at me. I'm very uncomfortable right now.

"I don't want, don't want to talk about it, about it." I look up at him for a few seconds before looking back down. Hes being intimidating and its scaring me.

"What did you do when I didn't say hi to you?"

"N-nothing, nothing." I scratch my forearms and bite my lip.

"Niall." He smacks my hand gently and I place my hands underneath my thighs to diminish the want to scratch.

"I thought I had, thought I had done something, something wrong."

"Why?"

"Because you wouldn't, wouldn't talk or look, talk or look at me, me , me." I take a shaky breath, wanting to disappear.

"Do you think you're handsome, Niall?" Harry says more softly this time. I look up at him and shake my head. "Why?" Is that his new favorite word? Why?

I shrug my shoulders, wanting to avoid this conversation at all cost at this point. I don't want to show him my flaws, all of them. Even if he already sees them, he may not notice until I tell him. Then, he will always look at me different because then he would know. He would see my unproportioned nose and my freckles and the bags under my eyes and how pale I am and how brunette hair makes me look like a child. I can't have that.

Harry takes a step back like he just got pushed. I stand up and walk over to him.

"Are you, are you okay, okay?" I say softly. He looks confused when he looks me in the eyes.

"Goodnight." He says quickly, briskly walking back to his room and closing the door.

I stand there puzzled. What just happened?

The next morning, I find a plane ticket sitting beside me when I woke up. Harry. He wants me to fly to London next week. Does he want of get rid of me that badly?

I place the ticket on the counter, staring intently at it, like it will go away if I look at it long enough. I'll just wait for him to come home to talk to him about it and last night.

But, he doesn't come home. At least, not when I was awake. He may have been working late. Again.

The week goes on the same way. Harrys gone all day and most of the night. The day finally comes where I have to start packing for London. I guess I won't talking to him about it.

It's four a.m. when I head out for the airport. I check into his bedroom first, seeing the moonlight shine on him. Beautiful.

I shake my head and go on my way.

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The taxi ride and airport had to be the most tedious thing I have ever done in my life. Luckily, since it was four, it wasn't as busy as it could have been. I found a note in my bag that had said the hotel I was staying in, from Harry it would seem. It was a nice hotel, fresh and clean, just the way I like it. It had two beds, which I found odd but, that means I can do bed jumping. The kitchen was large, you could fit a whole party in there. I was surprised there even was a kitchen.

Besides the hotel, London was a beautiful place. The city lights made you glow. It made you feel so small yet so important.

I don't know what to do with myself now that I have arrived. Everything was already cleaned (I checked) and I don't want to go outside with the unknown. So, I just lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling. I think about why I'm here. Did he need time alone? Did I do something? Is that why he asked me all those questions?

I must have fallen asleep for when I wake up its dark outside. I make my way to the bathroom and wash my face and hands. I look up at the mirror, immediately looking back down, not wanting to see my face for long or else I'll probably freak. I make my way back to my bed when I see something shift in the other bed. Its under the covers so I can't tell who or what it is. I look around for the closest and easiest thing to grab. I go for the pillow. Not very affective though it could get the point across. I walk over, standing at the edge and then scream and bash the pillow against the thing. It jolts and sits upright, covering its face with its arms and yelling at me.

"Hey! Hey! Niall! Stop! Stop! Stop! It's Harry!" He swiftly grabs the pillow from my hands and throws it across the room. I stop and take a deep breath. I realize the pillow wasn't the best choice of weaponry.

"You, you, scared me, scared me, me." I put my hand on my forehead. I sit on the other bed and huff. "Why are you, why are you here, here, here?"

"You think I would send you off to London to my Grandma's funeral without me?" Harry says, looking at me strangely. His Grandma. I totally forgot about that.

"Oh." Is all I say. Why would he pick me to go to the funeral with him?

"Yeah," he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "Sorry for not telling you," he nervously chuckles and scratches the back of his head. "A lot is going on, ya know?" He looks over at me and smiles softly. I simply nod back, even if I don't know what he means.

We both look at he floor for a few minutes. I'm not sure what he is thinking, hes almost unreadable. Hes a closed book, I'd say. I, on the otherhand, am the easiest being to be able to read on the planet. I'd be a crap actor.

When I look up at him, hes staring back at me but, cranks his head to look in a different direction a second later. I don't stop staring at him. He is so beautiful, my heart aches sometimes. This, being one of those times. His hair is sticking up and messed with, his cheeks are a pink, probably from just waking up, and his lips are plump and kissable. Niall, stop.

I sigh and lay back in the bed, listening to my own subconcious. I hear sheets crumpling from the other bed. I have a good guess we both are thinking the same thing.

Sleep.

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a.n.

omg i updated early.

anywho, its sad to say but this book is coming to an end. i cant believe i even made it this far with this book but i am so happy.

i will be editing this book, but no major editing. just the simple grammar errors, info i forgot about, things i shouldnt have put in the book, ect. not major enough where the plot is different.

after this book, i will write other books but it may be awhile before the next one. the next book will be completely written before i publish to make sure i dont put the book on hold like i did with this one.

so that is the jist.

just wondering but who was here when i first started my book from the very beginning? anyone? id honestly be surprised if there was bc im sure everyone who has had interest in this book lost it bc i am horrible at updating and thats probably why the reads are only at 100 per chapter when it used to be around 500's. idk though.

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thank you, for everything.