Lirry Stayne Book II

Magic lamp

Liam sighed as he followed Niall further into the store. "Come on, Liam. There isn't anything you like in here?"

"No, Niall, I don't like pawn shops." Liam sighed as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Fine, just wait here until I'm done them." Niall rolled his eyes and disappeared into the shop. Liam sighed and just glanced around, until something caught his eye.

He walked over and grabbed it off the shelf. It was a lamp, like the ones you would find in a movie about a genie or whatever. There was something written on it, but it was dirty and hard to read. Liam actually really liked it.

Niall came back a few minutes later and was surprised that Liam was holding something. "I thought you didn't like pawn shops." Liam shrugged as they made their way to the check out.

"Why did you get that anyway?" Niall asked once they got inside Liam's car. "I don't know, it seemed cool. There's something about it that just called to me." Liam shrugged and started driving. "Still having dinner at my place?" Niall nodded and Liam drove home.

Liam was about to put the lamp above his fireplace or something, but he really wanted to know what was written on it. "Niall, what do you think this says?" Niall came over and looked at what Liam was pointing at. "No idea. I can't see it with all the sand and dirt in the way."

Liam hummed and tried to rub the dirt off. "Liam, why is it glowing?" Liam looked at Niall, then back at the lamp. He was right, it was glowing, then it started shaking. Liam dropped it and they stepped away.

Then it stopped. They looked at each other in confusion. "The fuck was that?" Liam asked as he walked over and got the lamp from the ground. "It let me out, that's what." Liam and Niall screamed and looked at the man that was sitting on Liam's cough.

"Hi, I'm Harry." He sounded bored, or like he's said that a million times. "I'm-"

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Liam yelled. Harry huffed and stood. "I can't, master, you woke me up. I stay with you until you make your three wishes." Harry explained with little to no details. Liam and Niall looked at each other.

"Leave, before I call the cops." Harry looked at Niall with a bored expression. "You can do that, but I won't be here. I'll be there." Harry pointed to the lamp.

"So, can I just throw this away?" Harry sat back down. "You can, but the lamp will find its way back to you. You also can't destroy it. Believe me, I've been through a lot in my time."

"How old are you?" Niall asked. Harry looked up and thought. "A million?" Harry shrugged. Liam and Niall's jaws dropped. "Wait, you're a million years old?" Harry nodded and he looked at his nails. "What the fuck. Wait, is this like an Aladdin type shit?" Niall asked.

Harry looked at him with a confused look. "Aladdin? The fuck is that?"

"Nothing, Niall's being an idiot." Liam glared at Niall. "So, master, what's your name? Or should I just keep calling you master? I don't care either way."

"No, just call my Liam." Liam said as he blushed. Harry noticed, but didn't care to make a joke about it. "So, do you have rules?" Niall asked. "Of course, who doesn't?" Harry sighed.

"You can't wish for more wishes, you can't bring anyone from the dead, and no, you can't wish to fuck me." Liam raised a brow at that one. "I thought you were going to say you won't make anyone fall in love."

Harry sighed. "Look, I don't care. In the end that's your problem."

"Geez, what a nasty attitude." Niall muttered. "You try spending a million years pleasing greedy humans who don't know how to be specific." Harry spat out. "You know, I'll go home. Good luck." Niall patted Liam on the shoulder and left.