Chapter 18- Picking up the pieces

I wake up and Harry was still asleep. I've never seen him sleep so much. I find it kind of adorable. Heck, I think my entire opinion of him has changed. I'm excited for his new life. Sounds stupid and cheesy but I am!

I lean on one arm and look down at him as I comb his curly ends to the side that they were facing. I watch a smirk become of his lips before he grabs my hand and opens his eyes. "Morning beautiful." he slightly laughs and puts my hand on his cheek.

I laugh under my breath and sit up with my legs folded. "Morning, Harry." I respond and he sits up also, letting the blanket fall to reveal his skin. He stands up and tugs my arm to cue me to come with, so I do.

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"Ouch! Son of a bitch!" Harry curses loudly as his hand bumps the pan on the burner. I turn around and giggle. "Be careful there." I warn and he looks at me with that "You think?" look.

I walk over to him and he watches me out of the corner of his eyes wearily. "Let me see Mr. Clumsy." I say and go to reach for his hand.

He pulls away. "No I'm fine." he laughs. "Harry!" I demand and grab his arm to pull him to the sink.

My pulling had no affect as he planted his feet like a donkey.

"Ugh... Harry." I groan at his smirk in amusement.

"I thought you were the immortal one?" he jokes and I roll my eyes.

"I'm about to show you what immortality really is if you don't get your ass over here." I oder and he swiftly tugs me into his side and I shriek in surprisement. "I believe your ass is the one coming over here." he jokes clearly amused.

I frown but he pulls my arms around his neck and steadily holds my waist with his hands as he parts my lips.

I giggle as he pushes me up against the counter and moans. He leaves his forehead to mine as he gazes down at me with his hair tickling me.

He bends down with his legs and lifts me up on the counter and pushing himself in between my knees.

I smile as he pulls my chin with his thumb and index finger to his lips. His hand travels up to the back of my neck and pulls my mouth tighter to his. I didn't realise how much he enjoyed this until he started gripping my leg and let out a moan. "Holy shit." he mumbles and I laugh.

He continues and he must have been too distracted to notice but he forgot about the stove.

"Harry..." I say but he didn't give me enough time to tell him. "Say it again." he mumbles clearly distracted. I use my hand to push his chest. "No Harry." I laugh. "Your burning the stove." I say and his face opens up as he runs back across the kitchen. "Shit!" he curses and turns the burner off.

I slide off the counter and he looks over and grins out of the corner of his eyes as I walk up to him.

***

He hand feeds me a peice of the pancake and I do the same to him.

None of us really do anything the whole day. We both walk around in the same clothes with no attempt.

He lays his head on my leg as we watch TV but nothing really amused him. It was one of those days.

I was entertained by his curly hair as he let me play with it. I took the advantage to study his tattoos until I noticed the white falling out the window. "It's snowing." I say and he looks out the window. "Well, it is December." he says.

Jojo jumped up on Harrys stomach and lays out across his torso. His paws found a spot on each shoulder and his back legs hung off to one side. Harry laughs and pets him. "Hey boy." he greets him. His tail thumps against his leg as he licks Harry's mouth. Harry smiles and I raise an eyebrow. "Ew. You're french kissing a dog." I say and he looks up at me. "I do all the time anyway." he cheekily grins. I frown and he winks at me.

***

Over the next few days, Harry decides not to wait for the others to help decorate the house. He pulls a strand of Garland around my neck and hovers over me. "Wanna help?" he asks and I giggle.

I thought decorating would be rather awkward for me but he managed to make it fun when putting up a tree.

I jump on his back and blind him with garland. "How about this for immortality?" I joke.

He then flips me over his head and onto the floor. "I think I still beat you." he smirks and bends down to kiss my forehead. I frown when he pulls away and end up grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him upsidedown.

Later one in the week, Harry starts going to rehearsals for a Christmas special. It's in Chicago.

I wake up from the rain, from the clock, it's 9;30. I look at the empty spot next to me and become curious until I hear him in the bathroom.

I sneekily walk to the door way and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye while he was brushing his teeth. "Since when are you up so early?" I ask and he leaves the tooth brush in his mouth as he walks passed me and to the closet.

"Since they called for another rehearsal." he mutters through the brush in his mouth. I watch as he walks back in the bathroom after buttoning his black shirt and spitting out the tooth paste in the sink. He wipes his mouth and looks at me. "You can come if you want." he says and looks back at the mirror before doing the Styles hair routine. Shake, then fix.

"No, I think I'd just get in the way. You go." I say and he backs me up out of the bathroom. "Non-sense. Why do you think that?" he asks while walking down stairs with me behind him. I was in one of those depressed moods. That's why.

"I don't know. I'd figure you would want some time away from me." I admit as he collects his keys and shoves his phone in his back pocket. "Are you sure?" he asks and I nod. "Very well then." he says and pecks my lips once. "I'll be back in a while. Don't run off." he warns and pecks me for a last before opening the door.

After a little bit, I drift back to sleep in the quiet house. 

"How could you do this to me, Alice? After all that I've done for you!" Niall shouts at me. I flinch at his harshness as the words trembled out of his accent with frustration. "You left me." I say and he clenches his jaw. "But I'm good for you! You can't just replace me. I mean, was that all I was to you? Just something that could be replaced when I left?" he asks and I look away as I begin to break down.

"You know I'll always love you." I whimper.

"Sometimes I question it." he mutters.

As he begins to walk away I brave up. "You said you would protect me, Niall." I call to him and he stops and turns around. 

"I still do, you're just too blind to see it." he mutters over his shoulder. 

I stand in the woods alone, watching him walk away into the fog. The rain starts off with a few sprinkles then after a moment it pours. I look around before picking up a sprint towards the direction he faded into. "Niall, wait!" I call as loud as I could and sprint faster. 

I call his name again and listen to the quiet answer. "Niall!" I scream.

I gasp as my eyes open. I thought I was over the Niall dreams... They always haunt me. Maybe it's his was of communicating with me? Or my way of keeping my sanity? I don't know how to interpret some of my dreams. They're so many possibilities of what they could mean. 

I could make out every feature of his face in the dream. It was shattering to me.