Another one-shot of America’s favorite NARRY. In this scenario, Harry gets jealous of all the little Niam moments during their outings and at their flats. It gets to the point where he confronts them both and makes Niall choose. Warning: There’s A little self deprecation on Harry’s parts. it needed to be done. Sorry Harry Lovers. 

I’m sorry if this has a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes. I didn’t have time to edit this. 

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Narry - A Little Jealousy Never Hurts. Or does it?

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Copyright © 2012

All pictures/gifs used are not mine and are only used for entertainment/viewing purposes only.

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“Harry Styles, you look so handsome. Niall fell in love with you because of your dashing good looks and awesome personality” Harry smirked and smiled at himself. It was one of his daily routines. He needed to act and look confident to his fans, even though beneath it all, he was an insecure man. He never found himself to be handsome and a good singer even though every single one of the boys gave him compliments about his good qualities. He was still looking at himself in the mirror when he suddenly heard giggling from the other room. The room setup in their London home was like this: Niall, Zayn, and Louis shared a floor downstairs, complete with game rooms, mini-theaters, and two bathrooms. On the second floor, Harry and Liam occupied a room each but they share one bathroom. The giggling noise Harry heard was from Liam’s bedroom. With no hesitation,   he walked towards’s Liam’s room and opened it. To his surprise, he found Niall and Liam sprawled on his bed, wrestling. They were both groping each other, laughing as they try to overpower one another. Harry was astounded that they were having so much fun. To be honest, he looked at them deviously, jealousy taking over his calm composure. Without a moment to spare, he cleared his throat. “Ehem..” he started. Both of the boys stopped what they were doing and they immediately distanced themselves. Niall got out of bed and approached Harry.

“What’s up Babe?” Niall asked, acting as if the scene before was not awkward at all. Harry took a deep breath and sighed. He pretended that he was not bothered by the scene that unfolded before him. He smiled and shrugged. He held Niall’s hand and brought him to the dining room downstairs.

“I’m gonna cook for you today.” he happily said. He knew how much the older boy liked food so occasionally cooked for him as a symbol of his love. However, it seemed like the dynamics of their relationship changed. 

“It’s okay babe. I’m really not hungry. Besides, Liam and I plan to go to Nandos tonight. You can come too if you want?” He asked eagerly. Harry thought about if for a while. If he went then he was pretty sure that it would be awkward as heck because of the wrestling scene before. By not going, he would show some trust —- something that was also important in relationships. Sometimes, love is not enough. Others say, that trust is the root of all relationships and not love. Without trust, there is no solid foundation in any relationship. 

“No. It’s fine. Go have fun okay?” Harry said and left the room. Niall noticed this, seeing that Harry was sad. Thinking nothing of it, Niall left and went to his room to get ready to leave. Harry walked to his to think.

When he reached his room, he opened it and then immediately closed the door. He slumped to his bed and began to cry. Reaching for his phone near the dresser, he texted Zayn.

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What time are you guys coming home? -H. Styles

 Were almost there. Just stopped by at Nandos to get something to eat. We bought some for you guys too. -Zayn-O Malik.

Oh okay. It kinda defeats the purpose. Niall and Liam are going to Nandos in a bit. I kind of feel depressed :( -H. Styles

Oh okay. I guess more food for us. Do you want to talk about it? -Zayn-O Malik.

We’ll talk about it later, too important to talk here. -H.Styles

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Harry placed his phone back where he originally got it and decided to take a nap until Zayn comes back. He was still sleeping soundly when Niall entered the room. He looked at his boyfriend lovingly before placing a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll see you later boo.” he said to his sleeping lover as he closed the door.

It was 9 o’clock in the evening and NIall and Liam were still eating their dinner at Nandos. They were laughing about memes and fanfics they found online about them. After they finished their funny conversation, Niall suddenly turned the conversation into a serious one. “I think Harry’s jealous of our closeness. He seemed bothered today. When he saw us messing around, he looked sad and jealous and angry. What do you think?” Niall asked him. Liam was always the most level-headed in the group. When it came to advice and decisions, he would always be the one to give the most sensical and right answers.

“Frankly? I don’t think were doing anything wrong. Harry just has a low self esteem. And if he starts having doubts about us then he doesn’t trust you.” Niall looked at him sadly. As much as he wanted to argue with him and disagree, he knew that Liam was right. There was really nothing going on between them. Niall then decided that he needed to talk with his boyfriend, to make sure that everything was okay between them.

Liam paid the bill and they both started to walk out of the restaurant. When they got out, they were swarmed by paparazzi. They both didn’t mind the company as long as they wouldn’t anything rash. They were both silently walking to his car, not bothering to answer any of the paparazzi’s questions. They were so unresponsive that it led to the point where a paparazzi started shoving Niall. Niall, being the nice boy that he was, pretended as if nothing happened. It happened again and he soon found his temper and patience thinning out. It happened a third time, and this time, Niall slipped. He braced himself, ready to hit his body on the ground. However, he was met with two strong hands. Liam caught him and he brought him back to his feet. Liam brought his hands around Niall and walked towards his car quickly. They finally reached his car and sped out of there.

Niall looked at Liam and smiled. He thanked him for his gentlemanly deed as he laid comfortably on the passenger seat. He took out his phone and dialled Harry’s number. Harry was not picking up so Niall assumed that he was still sleeping. He dialled Louis’ number instead and after a couple of rings. He picked up.

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Niall: Hey Louis. Liam and I are on the way home. Can you check if Harry’s still sleeping? I called him and he didn’t pick up.

Louis: No problem mate. I’m walking to his room right now. [After a couple of seconds.] Yeah he’s sleeping. Snoring actually. Maybe he’s just tired from all the work we’ve been doing. Don’t worry Niall, he’s safe.

Niall: Thanks mate. I’ll see you when I get home.

Louis: See you here.

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Harry woke at the sound of T.V downstairs. Zayn and Louis were watching a horror film. Screams filled the house and Harry saw no point of sleeping anymore. He opened his T.V to counter the sounds when he saw the breaking news about Liam and Niall. They were pictured in a tight embrace and a video of them walking soon followed. Harry had enough. He turned the television off and he walked to the bathroom, and saw his own reflection.

“You look like crap. I don’t even know why he loves you. You are nothing.” Harry whispered to himself. He started crying. He looked back at the different memories he had with Niall and he suddenly punched the mirror. A loud bang was heard and both the boys downstairs immediately ran upstairs. They opened the bathroom door to see Harry lying on the floor, crying, his arm bleeding. 

“Harry what happened?” Zayn rushed to his side. He instructed Louis to get the first aid kit. “Is this what you wanted to talk about? I’m sorry for not asking you Harry. What’s bothering you?” Zayn asked, trying to keep Harry from falling asleep. His loss of blood was so severe, that they almost needed to bring him in to the hospital. Louis came back and tossed the first aid to Zayn. After dressing his wound, the boys brought him back to his bed and made him sit up against the wall with a pillow coming in between.

“Haz, you know you can tell us anything. We’ve been bestfriends for years now.” Louis reasoned. He knew that they needed to get at the bottom of this before the violence escalated. 

After some thought, Harry began telling them everything. From his insecurities about his relationship and the scenes he witnessed with Niall and Liam. After some consideration, Zayn suggested that Harry should confront them both and tell Niall the truth. Sometimes a little honesty could go a long way. They were still talking, when Niall entered his room.

“Hey babe. It looks like you’re awake. I brought you some dinner, in case you were still hungry.” Niall began. He looked at the three boys and he saw that they all looked weirdly at him. “What’s wrong?” He continued as he walked towards them. Immediately, Harry’s bandaged arm caught his eye. “What happened to you’re hand?” Niall touched it and looked at Harry for an answer. 

“We better leave you guys alone.” Zayn answered for the both of them. As soon as they closed the door, Harry began to speak.

“Niall. I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart. There have been some things bugging my mind lately. It’s you and Liam. I can’t help to feel jealous whenever you guys mess around each other. I keep on thinking that one day he’s going to whisk you away from me and that you’ll leave me because he’s so much better. I don’t want you to do that. That’s why I’m making you choose right now. Me or Him? I promise I will respect your decision.” Harry said seriously, his expression was somber mixed with a little sadness.

“Oh Harry. I didn’t know you felt this way. Why didnt you tell me? Hun, I can’t choose. I love you both differently. I love you as my boyfriend, someone I can see myself growing old with. Liam, on the other hand, is like my older brother. And you don’t usually love your older brother like that don’t you?” Niall asked. He hugged Harry and kissed him passionately. They broke a kiss and finally, Harry gave a small smile. Niall looked at his hand and kissed it, trying to relieve the pain. “Whenever you feel this way, don’t hesitate to tell me okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself okay? I love you.” Niall kissed him again and they both fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

Love you All. 

-AquaGirl2damax

Here you go, a little Narry Goodness. Firstly. Thank you for writing a prompt. I really appreciate it. Secondly, I’m sorry if this turns out to be something that you didn’t want or something you simply didn’t like. I did the best I can under time constraints and I hope that I delivered. Happy Reading. Sorry for the spelling and Grammar Mistakes. I didn’t have time to edit this.

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Narry-Nightmares by AquaGirl2damax

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Copyright © 2012

All pictures/gifs used are not mine and are only used for entertainment/viewing purposes only.

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It was a scene out of a child’s movie. Niall was wearing his usual blue-striped pajamas, sleeping soundly on his bed when he suddenly jolts awake. Beads of sweat were falling on his face as the darkness surrounds him. He looked at the picture on the dresser beside him; it was of the boys. They were all prancing around, dancing in weird and obnoxious ways in one of their concerts. He was smiling as he glanced at each of their images. However, he stopped at the image of Harry: his sweet, funny, and obnoxious Harry. Unbeknownst to many, Harry was more conscious about his image than Zayn. He often looked at himself at the mirror, making sure that his appearance was nothing short of extraordinary. Rising from his bed, Niall carefully reached for his phone, and turned on the flashlight app. He tiptoed out of his room, making sure that none of the boys would wake up. He stood by his door, finally deciding if he should knock or not. These last couple of days, Harry has been distant towards him: those quick and flirty glances he would get from him were replaced by ice hard coldness and purposeful abandonment. He felt lonely, betrayed, and most importantly: lost. Harry Styles was what made Niall who he was today. Those first few days being part of One Direction, Niall was quickly becoming the favorite tease toy by the producers and Simon. He was always the one getting scolded for not doing something right or acting inappropriately in public. Even Zayn’s incessant smoking did not elicit the same response from the staff. It eventually came to the point of him wanting to quit because he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to express his true artistry in music but instead; One Direction was dwelling on pop la la land where looks overpowered talent and appearance overshadowed values. It was only Harry that kept him sane. The others, at the beginning at least, were still blinded by the spotlight and all their actions reflected on that obsession. He finally decided. He was going to knock.

At first, he gave a number of small and silent strokes, not wanting to disturb his sleeping friend. He knocked again, this time with more valor and sound. After a couple of seconds, he heard nothing. He was about to knock again when Harry opened the door. He was just wearing sweats, his bare chest open to public’s eye. Harry was never shy about his body. In fact, there were several occasions were he was buck naked around the boys, talking and singing, as if it was okay to be nude around them. Niall gave him a sheepish smile and the cutest face he could do.

“What is it Nialler?” Harry asked rubbing his eyes, indicating that he was still tired and sleepy.

“Haz.. I had a nightmare. Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?” Niall tried his best to not look at his best friend’s chest. It was becoming an increasingly hard task to do. He didn’t know why he was still shy around Harry. He had seen Harry naked numerous times but every single time that happens, a rosy blush creeps in his face.

“No prob mate. Come in.” Harry stated, breaking Niall out of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry about this. I just.. I can’t.. Sleep by myself tonight.” he began to tear up. Harry approached him and hugged him. Niall rested his head against his chest and wept quietly. Harry took Niall’s hand and brought him inside the room. He closed the door and turned on the lights. Harry walked towards his bed and sat on the side.

“Come here.” Harry pulled Niall’s hand and made him sit on his lap. “You want to talk about it?” Harry asked eagerly. Ever since their falling out happened, he wanted to know every single detail that involved Niall. His nightmare included.

Niall nodded and began to speak. “I had this dream that all of us were heralded by fans, we were Gods that they all worshipped. They were all ready to die for us. Something out of a Greek myth if you know what I mean.” Harry responded with his usual earnest responses.

“Pretty good dream so far, don’t ya think?” he asked honestly. He knew that the part was about to come.

“No it wasn’t great. It was horrible. Everyone was acting like a jerk. You included. In my dream.. You willingly sent girls to the woods as sacrifices for the wolves. And then all of us fought. Because of your decision, we were divided into two factions. It was you and I versus the other three. I was fighting with Liam when I suddenly heard a slashing sound. I looked at the source and I saw you bleeding to death on the floor, Zayn standing tall in front of you. It was horrible. I couldn’t imagine being here without you.” After Niall finished, he rested his head on the crook of Harry’s neck. He started tearing up again.

“Shh. Don’t cry anymore. Everything’s going to be fine. I’ll never be like that.” he was slowly petting Niall on the back and doing circular movements to soothe him.

“You promise?” Niall asked in his childish voice.

“I promise. Now let’s go to sleep, it’s…” Harry looked at his watch and it read “3:30 am.”

Niall closed his eyes and soon he was in dreamland once again. This time however, he didn’t dream of bad things. Instead he dreamt of a world were they were all happy. Zayn, Louis, and Liam lived their respective lives and Niall and

Harry got hitched and adopted two children.

“I love you so much Haz.” Niall muttered in his sleep. Harry’s eyes opened immediately. He looked at Niall again, hugging him tightly, spooning him from the back.

“I love you too Niall” he finally said, drifting to sleep, not before he gave him a small kiss on his neck.

It was morning when Harry’s alarm rang. Niall woke to find that Harry was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, he cried again. “It was all a f**king dream. I love you Harry Styles and you’ll never find out.” What he felt for him was the most concrete feeling in his heart. There was no hesitation. He did love his best friend. More than he’s supposed to. For the longest time, it was never the right option, and waking up without him reinforced that idea.

“I do know Nialler and I just want to tell you that I love you too. I’ve been thinking. Maybe we can just get away from all of this. From One Direction and focus on just us. Do you think you can do that?” Harry asked eagerly. He knew it was a long way to true happiness but with Niall in his side, nothing could come between their love. Niall thought about it for a while as he finally decided.

“Yes. I’d love to leave with you. Anywhere you’ll go. I’ll go too. I love you.” He rose from the bed and attacked Harry’s lips, the tenderness of it touching his own. Niall closed his eyes and relished the moment, as it was that first kiss that would define their relationship.

With one final push of the suitcase, they were finally packed. Niall and Harry looked at each other lovingly, before placing the previously written note on the dresser.

The Note Read:

            “Thank you for all the memories guys. We’re sorry but we have to do this. We’re in love and as long as we’re under this popular band, people will never accept us. Please take care of yourselves and we hope that this will not change our friendship. We love you always.”

                                                            -Niall and Harry.