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You're PerfectHarry sat on the floor of the living room. He heard the front door open, and stood to see who it was. It was Niall in a bro tank and he was all sweaty, indicating he had just gotten back from the gym. Harry went up to give him a hug, but Niall backed away.
"Eww, Harry! I'm all sweaty!"
"I don't care."
"But I do! Let me shower first, alright?"
Niall flashed him a smile and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Niall always seemed to put a smile on Harry's face. He walked back to the living room and fell soundly asleep on the couch.
Harry awake an hour later to a horrible sound. Almost like gagging or dry heaving. Someone was definetly throwing up in the bathroom. He walked upstairs. He and Niall were the only ones in the house. Was Niall sick? Did he have the flu? Harry rushed upstairs and lightly tapped on the bathroom door.
Way With Words"Babe, I'm bored." Harry said, yawning.
"Me too. What do you want to do?"
Niall replied, cuddling into his boyfriend's chest.
"Wanna do Twitcam? We haven't done it in a while, and our fans always love it."
"Sure. Why not?"
Harry grabbed his laptop and led Niall downstairs to the living room. He set the computer on the coffee table, and the two boys settled on the couch. Harry logged into Twitter and turned on Twitcam.
"Hello to our amazing fans! We are here to chat with you. So first question: how are all of you doing?"
The tweets came in at lightning speed. They came and went so fast the pair barley had time to read them. The last tweet came in and it read;
'OneDirection; what is that blond kid doing on camera? He should leave and let us get a look at the real star in One Direction. He's just distracting us from Harry. WE LOVE YOU HARRY!!<3 '
Harry glanced at Niall. His beautiful blue eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, and his bottom lip was quivering. He stood to leave, but
Please Don't Worry Harry walked into his flat, exaughsted. He had just gone shopping, but had been bombarded with girls, as usual. But he was home now, and was looking forward to a quiet night with Niall. Since Liam moved in with Danielle and Louis spent most nights with Eleanor, Niall and Louis switched places, letting Harry and Niall stay together so they didn't get lonely. And as a bonus, they were also dating and in love. The flat was eerily quiet, Harry noticed. When Harry got home after being out all day, the tv was usually on, or Niall was in the kitchen making himself a second dinner. But there was no noise. It was almost too quiet, especially for Niall. Harry tiptoed upstairs and saw that their bedroom door was shut. It was locked, which meant Niall was in there.
"Hey, Nialler. Are you ok?" Harry asked, knocking softly. No answer. He knocked louder.
"Hey, Ni. Open up!"
Harry was now frantically banging on the door. He was starting to panic. Harry took a step back and kicked down the door.
Kisses and Lies"Niall, go."
"But Harry "
"There is nothing else you can say here. Please go."
He looked at him sadly, but Harry honestly couldn't care less. He slowly opened the door, and walked out. The door shut with a soft thud. He cheated on Harry. He couldn't believe it. Niall, his sweet boyfriend, had cheated on him with Louis. Harry hated him for it. But he still loved him. Harry knew he would always love him, because he couldn't hate him. He was a part of Harry. He had sewed himself in to Harry's heart. Now Harry would have to rip him out stitch by stitch. He ran upstairs and found the guitar he had gotten him. He was teaching Harry how to play. Harry grabbed it by the neck and slammed it on the ground.
One Stitch Gone.
Harry ran to his closet and took the clothes he had left behind. Harry opened the large windows, where a rain-filled gust of wind froze his hands. He didn't care. He dropped the clothes and closed the windows.
Another Stitch Gone.
He went to his bed, fresh tears streaming
Song Of The Sea, A Narry Fanfiction Chapter 3Niall's face lit up from the inside. Harry grabbed his hand and led him over to a spot near the castle's coral garden. Three boys were hitting a rock with their fins, trying to keep it of the ground.
"Guys," Harry said.
"Hey Harry," one of them said, not looking up.
"We've got a new friend to tend to."
The rock dropped to the ground and all three looked at Niall. He just smiled shyly.
"Boys, this is Niall. He's a mermaid as of this afternoon."
"Hi, Niall! I'm Louis! Welcome to this place." one said. He had messy brown hair and bright blue eyes. The next came over to shake his hand.
"Hello, Niall. I'm Liam. Welcome to the mermaid society." he said. He had curly brown hair (though not as curly as Harry's) and deep, chocolate brown eyes. The third just sort of waved.
"Hi, I'm... Um... Zayn. Nice to meet you." he said quietly. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and a very handsome jawline. Niall smiled, eyes flickering from one boy to the next. Harry put a hand on his shoulder.
Seeking WarmthHarry walked into the house, chilled to the bone. It was raining out, and the electricity had been out all day. Zayn and Niall were both asleep, Liam was sick with the flu, and Louis was at lunch with Eleanor. Harry walked in, shedding his soaked coat and hanging it up. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, but it did little to warm him, because his slender hands were cold and clammy. The heat was broken because of the electricity, and Harry was freezing. He sat in front of the fireplace, seeking warmth. He sat cross legged, arms wrapped around himself. Suddenly, he felt arms wrap around him. He looked and saw blond bed hair and lazy blue eyes. Niall had just woken up from his nap and was wearing a thermal long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. He was still warm from being under his thick comforter. Harry smiled and tangled his hands in Niall's, melting his frozen digits. Niall smiled lazily and Harry leaned into him. Niall sat cross legged and Harry put his head in his lap. Niall playe
Song Of The Sea, A Narry Fanfiction Chapter 2Niall entered a beachside cottage marked "Marine Research Center". He walked in and found an elderly man at the front desk.
"Hello, sir. May I use a phone?"
"Yes. Please wait a moment."
The man disappeared into the back room and Niall looked around the room. On the walls, there were pictures of sea monsters, Cthulhu, and mermaids. He walked up to a fuzzy picture of a mermaid. It had been taken from quite a distance, but he could almost make out a bright red tail...
"Here you are, boy."
"...Thank you," Niall replied slowly, tearing his eyes from the unfocused picture. He shakily dialed his father's number, and he picked up quickly.
"Hello, Horan residence."
"Niall? You're alive? I thought you died in the shipwreck."
"N...no dad. I'm still alive. I'm at the beach. Could you come get me?"
"Dad, it's, um, twenty miles."
"Fine. I'll get there when I feel like driving there."
"A...alright dad. See you then. Bye."
His dad hung up without saying goodbye. Niall looked at the man
Secrets and Rainy DaysHarry wrote the day's assignment on the board, getting ready for the start of second semester. His 9th grade English class was a rowdy bunch; always talking and passing notes and texting in class and whatnot. But, he loved his job to death, and his kids were all acceptable students, which made his job worth while. As he silenced the class and picked up the roll sheet, he saw a new name on the list.
"Is Niall Horan here?"
A small blonde boy raised his had from the back of the room, acknowledging his attendance. Harry check his name off the roll sheet and gave him a kind smile.
"Welcome, Niall. I'm Mr. Styles. I hope everyone is being gracious hosts," he said, eyeing his students playfully. They giggled and smiled, while Niall's face remained solemn and unsure. Harry felt a little jump in his stomach, nervous he had upset the new student. He promptly began the lesson, trying to push Niall's actions to the back of his mind.
It was after school, and Harry was walking to his car. The sun ha
You're Beautiful, Very Dirty Louis ImagineYou stood in the bathroom, inspection your face in the mirror. You sighed. Picking up your makeup bag, you dropped it in the trash.
"Why wear makeup when I look ugly with it anyways?" you thought to yourself. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, and you started sobbing. You heard Louis coming up the stairs, and started to panic because your bathroom door had no lock. You quickly turned on the shower, climbing in, not bothering about your clothes. Louis walked in, the door creaking open.
"Y/N, you in here?"
"I'm showering," you tried to say with out your tears being evident in your voice.
"Are you ok, babe?" Louis said, his voice tinged with concern. He walked over, pulling the curtain open. You were sitting in the tub, knees pulled into your chest. He breathed in sharply and squatted down.
"Babe, your clothes..."
"I'm not good enough for you Louis," you said sharply. "Stop pretending, I know I'm just a charity case."
Louis looked at you, shocked.
"Babe, you are not a charit
Boxers And Flour (Narry Prompt)
Please note this is a prompt, so it may lack sense/grammar/spellings.
"Fuck" Harry says, trying to pick out parts of eggshell from the bowl.
"You alright buddy?" Niall asks, stumbling down the stairs, having just woken up.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck" Harry thinks to himself "Niall wasn't meant to wake up yet, its 7:30am"
"Yeah I'm fine" Harry says to Niall. While crouching over the bowl, trying to hide the cake he is making.
"What's that under you?" Niall asks while scratching his bare chest.
Harry's eyes wander over Niall, his hair is a light blonde mess and he is only wearing a pair of blue cotton boxers. His bare pale chest glowing in the warm yellow morning sun.
"Oh its nothing, why don't you go back to bed Nialler?" Harry says with a forced smile.
"What are you making, Harry? I'm hungrrryyyyyyy" Niall whines to Harry and grabs his arm.
It was moments like this that Harry hated to love. While he liked being Niall's best mate, sometimes the touching was a bit freaky to Harry... since Harry had
Aim For The Irish. Chptr 1. "Okay class. We have a new student today." Mr.Howell said.
Then, as if on cue, the door opened. And in walked a blonde boy. He walked to the front or the room, and faced his new classmates.
"Well, go ahead and introduce yourself." Mr.Howell said to the new kid.
"I'm Niall Horan." He said to the class, nervously.
"Okay, Niall, you can take the seat next to Louis. Louis, raise your hand."
"Louis, raise your hand." I heard Mr.Howell say.
I raised my hand high into the air and smiled brightly I wanted the new kid, Niall, to feel welcome.
He walked over, and I put my hand down.
After he set his stuff down then sat down himself, I leaned over to him.
"Hi. I'm Louis Tomlinson" I said w
.:Dream Come True:.Harry tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't sleep. He looked up at the ceiling. "I love him..." He said to himself quietly, looking at Niall. "That's it, he needs to know." Harry tiptoed over to Niall's bunk and lightly tapped on his shoulder. "Niall, buddy, wake up. I need to tell you something." He whispered in Niall's ear. Niall was still asleep, he barely reacted to Harry except for groaning and turning over in his sleep.
"Niall." Harry's voice got a little louder. Louis woke up. "Harry, what are you doing up? It's nearly 2 in the morning." Louis groaned. "I was..getting a drink of water. I've got a bit of a sore throat." Harry nervously replied. "Well get your water and go to bed! We have a concert tomorrow!" Louis said, going back to sleep. Harry sighed and crawled back in bed.
The next morning, Harry overslept and was too exhausted to eat anything uring breakfast. "Are you okay, Harry?" Niall asked. Harry sighed. "I'm fine...just really tired." He layed his head down on the
Beach Drama (Chapter 1 Ziall/Narry/Ziam)
Previously know as: I just came to say aloe.
It was the first day of summer and the boys where mucking around in the shoreline of a Brazilian beach, a few days before there South American tour began.
40 minutes earlier.
The boys hadn't made plans to go the beach, in fact if it wasn't for Niall having eating some bad food on airplane. They wouldn't have even stopped at the rundown public toilets beside a beach.
"blearghhhh" exclaimed Niall as he threw up chunks of tuna and mayonnaise into the tan colored toilet bowel.
"hahaha, man that smells totally rank!" Zayn teased.
"If your just going to pick on him, go away Zayn" Harry exclaimed as he rubbed Niall's back.
"Fine, whatever." Zayn coldly replied.
"I need a smoke anyways" Zayn said as he placed a cigarette between his lips as he walked out though the grey doorway to the beachside.
"Zayn, can be a real wanker sometimes" harry said, turning his nose up at the doorway and facing poor Niall.
Harry then rubbed Niall's
Why? (Prompt 13 #1)
Harry wasn't sleeping, he wasn't eating, he hadn't even showered for a week and yet he still managed to go on. He just lied there, with the door locked, crushed.
The boys had tried, but it wasn't working. Today however, one of them was very persistent.
Niall banged on the door repeatedly. "Harry!", he called out. "Harry please open the door it's me Niall!", he continued.
Harry just ignored him, as usual. He saw with the last knock Niall had opened the door a bit, he'd forgotten to lock it. He payed Niall wouldn't notice and checked on his makeshift bandages around his wrists, wincing. Niall opened the door fully and closed it behind him he sat next to Harry and frowned. "What's wrong Harry?", he asked sweetly. "I don't like to see you like this, you're not the same anymore."
Harry hid his wrists under the covers when Niall came in, looking up at him. "It's nothing Ni." He said in monotone. "Harry it is something, come on you can tell me.", he pouted. He lay next to Harry and hugged him
Morning Routine (A Ziall Fan Fic)
Warnings: Ziall & Fluff (ALL AGES)
Zayn's Point Of View.
I wake to the grinding sound of my phone vibrating on my white hotel nightstand. I roll over and look at my phone; the bright screen blinds my eyes for a few moments while they adjust to the light. 3:55am. I crawl out my bed and pop in my headphones, letting the fast paced R&B music play quietly. "I have to be quiet, I don't want the boys to know I'm up" I think to myself as I blindly stumble through the kitchen and out the hotel room door. "Thank goodness the hallway is lit" I walk down the hall in my sneakers, grey tracksuit pants, light blue V-neck shirt with a black leather duffle bag hanging off my shoulder.
I turn my music up as I enter the hotel gym and make sure no one else is there. I set the treadmill to four, "this will be a good workout" I think and I start to run on the treadmill, I turn my music up loud and feel all the heavy beats pumping though me, pushing me to work out harder. I
Don't Leave Me. Epilogue.
I miss you. You have no idea how much I actually do. Life is hell without you.
I don't know how I made it an entire month. I've tried, multiple times, to be with you. I failed. Every. Single. Time.
I don't know how. I want to be with you. You. My one and only love. My true love. My perfect other half.
You. Whom I killed. I still blame myself for that. We just started our relationship together. I ruined that. I ruined us.
But tonight, I will be with you. Because I can't live without you. It's too hard. Too depressing.
I won't feel any pain. I'm going the easy way. Pills and alcohol. I'll just... fall asleep.
So... we'll still be together. Just not how we planned.
Liam, I love you. With all my heart, and with
Don't Leave Me.
The ambulance took him away. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't... alive. He was in a coma.
My sweet Liam. Why didn't you just let him hit me? I wondered, fully aware he couldn't answer.
I looked at the road. His blood covered the pavement. That should have been my blood. I was the one that was careless.
I walked to the car we shared. He had been hit right in front of the house we had just bought. We had just moved in together. Things weren't supposed to turn out like this.
I pulled out the key I had at got in the driver's seat. I started the car and started to drive.
Where to? The hospital of course. Liam, my precious Liam, was there. And it was my fault.
I was going to stay by his side. And wait. Wait for the moment he once again opens his eyes.
.:Lost:.Harry darted his eyes over towards Niall. Niall was with Zayn and Liam, and was texting Louis, who was out. Harry sat alone by himself on his bed, kicking his feet. He looked down for a moment and then looked back up, finding Niall in his sight.
"You ok mate?" Niall asked Harry. Niall had been paying no attention to Zayn or Liam, he had been staring at Harry most of the time. He saw Harry looked upset, which tore him apart. "I'm fine, Niall." Harry sighed and walked out of the tour bus.
Niall followed Harry, but Harry wandered off and eventually got himself lost. Niall got himself lost as well, but without Harry. He cried softly to himself, not only because he had lost the tour bus but most of all because Harry was lost somewhere, too.
"I hope he's okay..." Niall cried to himself. He turned around and saw the tour bus driving towards him. The driver honked his horn and Niall hesitated to jump back in. "Where the hell did you go?" Zayn asked. Liam wiped away Niall's tears. They were try
Lavender KissesNiall walked in the front door and shrugged off his jacket. He had just taken a spur of the moment trip to the candy store, desperate to release his inner child. He had picked up some suckers, some Twix, and some kind of lavender mints. He plunked the bag of sweets on the table and Harry looked up from the couch.
"What's that, babe?"
"Just some sweets," Niall replied, pulling the lavender mints out of the bag. Harry stood and walked up behind Niall, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"What are those?" he asked, resting his chin on Niall's shoulder.
"Lavender flavored mints."
Harry wrinkled his nose.
"Won't it taste like soap?"
"I dunno. I'll try it."
Niall opened the package, and selected a square purple mint. He popped it into his mouth. He sucked on it for a few moments. Then his eyebrows went up in pleasure.
"Yum! This is really good! Here, Hazza! Try one!"
Niall handed Harry a small purple square. Harry looked at it skeptically for a moment, then shrugged and tossed it in his mout
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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