Chapter Text
Chapter One
I set out on a narrow way many years ago.
Hoping to find true love along the broken road.
Niall was walking down the aisle as their song was playing. It was the happiest day of his life. He was finally marrying the one person in the world who actually cared for him, his knight in shining armor, the man he had called his own this past few years, the brunette curly haired boy known as Harry Styles.
But I got lost a time or two,
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through.
Harry was standing at the altar, waiting for his true love to be at his side so they could be together forever at last. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to a boy like him. He never thought someone would actually care for him the way Niall Horan cared for him. This was the best day of his life and he couldn’t be any happier.
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you.
It seemed like so long ago for the both of them when they met so many years ago. They hadn’t planned to meet anyone where they were going.
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
FLASHBACK
It was seven years ago, the day that they had first met. It was a cold and freezing December night, a week before Christmas. Harry was with his then current boyfriend Louis Tomlinson. They had been seeing each other for seven months. Harry didn’t want to admit it, but he was starting to fall out of love with him. Maybe it was the bruises all over his arms, back, pretty much everywhere. Maybe it was the scars that lined his wrists from which he would cut himself every night to relieve the pain that he was feeling. Harry just wasn’t in love with Louis like he used to be.
Louis came home that night in a rampage like he usually had been doing for the past month. It was then that the beatings first started. You see, Louis wasn’t always like this. In fact, he used to be the most sweetest and romantic person that Harry had met. It was this reason that Harry had fallen in love Louis.
Louis came bursting through the door in a drunken stupor like usually. He took one look at Harry and Harry could see the fury in his eyes. Harry knew that he would be beaten again tonight. Sure enough, Louis walked over to Harry and slapped him across the face.
“Why the fuck aren’t you in the kitchen making me something to eat!” Louis yelled at him.
He slapped him across the face again when Harry didn’t answer right away, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.
“I didn’t know when you would be home, I didn’t want your food to be cold when you got home baby,” Harry explained.
Louis looked at him. He was pondering for a moment, taking in Harry’s words.
He walked across the living room where Harry was sitting. He sat down and looked at Harry. He then punched Harry in the gut.
“You still should have made me something!” Louis yelled again.
Harry fell to the floor in pain clutching his stomach. It was the first time in a while that Louis had punched him. He must have had hard liquor tonight.
Louis got up and walked to their room, or rather his room because Harry didn’t want to sleep there anymore since the beatings began.
Harry got up and grabbed his coat and walked out the door, not bothering to say goodbye to Louis. He knew that Louis wouldn’t miss him. Not now, not ever.
This much I know is true
That God Blessed the Broken Road
that led me straight to you.
Niall was now standing at the altar next to his beloved. He looked into those emerald green eyes and smiled his toothy Irish smile. He saw Harry smile, showing off his so cute dimples.
“We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to bond together this man and man in holy matrimony.” The preacher said.
Niall and Harry both looked at each other and smiled. Niall mouthed I love you to Harry who responded the same thing.
“Marriage is a solemn institution to be held in honor by all, it is the cornerstone of the family and of the community. It requires of those who undertake it a complete and unreserved giving of one’s self. It is not to be entered into lightly, as marriage is a sincere and mutual commitment to love one another. This commitment symbolizes the intimate sharing of two lives and still enhances the individuality of each of you.” The preacher continued.
Niall will never forget the first day that he met Harry. It seemed like not so long ago.
FLASHBACK
Niall was the outcast at his school, the one that no one would talk to. He was beaten pretty much every day before and after school by some pathetic kids that hated him. He was called hurtful things like usually. Fag, gay boy, outcast, loser were just some of things that were said to him on a daily basis. You see, everyone knew that Niall was bisexual. It was something that no one was supposed to find out but they did. Niall and a boy from his class had been working on a project for school at his house. When they were finally done, the boys leaned in and kiss Niall, but quickly broke away and ran from his house. The next day at school, Niall was greeted with a punch to the gut from some kids from school. You see, the boy told everyone at school that Niall was the one that kissed him and since Niall had virtually no standing in the school, they all believed the other boy.
Niall arrived home to his mother giving him a hug and asking how his day went. She was loving, but completely oblivious to the fact that her son was being bullied at school. Niall told her it was great then went upstairs to his room. He grabbed his secret box from a loose floorboard under his bed. He opened it and retrieved his razor. Niall had been cutting himself these past couple of months to relieve his pain. The scars lined all over his wrist. He grabbed a towel from his bathroom and held it under his wrist. He cut into his skin and the blood started to pour out and Niall felt so much better. He wrapped his towel around his wrist and was instantly flooded with the memories that he had been trying to forget.
Niall grabbed his coat and headed for the one place where he could finally be at piece, the town bridge on the outskirts of town. No one would miss him if he was gone. No one except his mother but he didn’t care, he just wanted to leave this world and finally have the peace that he deserved.
“At this time we will now ask the grooms would please exchange the rings.” The preacher continued.
“Harry, will you repeat after me?”
“I, Harry Styles.” Said the preacher
“I Harry Styles.” Harry repeated.
“Take you, Niall Horan to be my wedded husband.” The preacher stated.
“Take you, Niall Horan to be my wedded husband.” Harry repeated again.
“To have and to hold from this day forward.” The preacher continued.
“ To have and to hold from this day forward.” Harry repeated smiling.
“ For better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” The preacher finished.
“For better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” Harry finished. He placed the ring on Niall’s finger.
Niall did the same thing and placed the ring on Harry’s finger as well.
“By the power vested in me, I know pronounce you husband and husband. Harry, you may now kiss Niall.” The preacher smiled.
Harry leaned in and kissed Niall with all the love that he could possibly give. People started cheering and throwing confetti at them.
FLASHBACK
Harry arrived at the bridge he had been walking to for the past forty-five minutes. His ears were red and his hands were freezing. He was just finally glad that he had made it here. He was glad that it was finally going to be all over.
Harry climbed over the cement barrier and was about to jump when a voice spoke out to him.
“Bad day too huh?” The blonde boy spoke to him.
Harry looked at the boy. He was cute in his own little way. He felt drawn to him for some reason, something that he had never had felt before.
“You have no idea,” Harry smiled back.
“Why don’t you climb back over and maybe we can talk about it, yeah?” The boy told him.
Harry smiled at the boy and decided to climb over the railing. He turned back around and climb over the cement barrier and walked over to the boy and greeted him.
“Hi, I’m Harry. Harry Styles.” Harry said.
“I’m Niall, Niall Horan.” The boy responded.