DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 4// Move me

'Niall! Come help!'

Harry's voice called out through the empty hallway. Niall didn't reply though, he was too caught up in his own little world. He still didn't believe this was really happening. Maybe it was all just a sick dream, and Niall would wake up to find his old, ordinary life waiting for him, just like it had waited for him every single day for more than nineteen years. He'd had enough of it.

'Niall! I swear to God, sometimes it feels like you don't hear me at all!'

'Shit! Sorry!' Niall called out, walking into the hallway to see Harry standing there, trying to carry a closet as big as Niall all by himself. It was quite a funny sight, but Niall knew better than to laugh at his brand new roomie. Sometimes, Harry would treat Niall as if he were his father or something. Not that Niall really minded. Harry could be stern to him and act like a fifty year old, he still looked super hot while doing so. Maybe even hotter than usual.

Niall didn't really know where those thoughts were coming from. He'd never really thought about sex and other... stuff involving sex. But now, his mind wandered to those unseen places a lot.

'No swearing, Ni! You know I don't like that!'

There you had it.

It didn't really bother Niall. But sometimes, Harry would look at him with this dark, longing gaze and it scared the fuck out of Niall. Maybe it was just something Harry casually did. Who was he to judge?

'Yeah yeah, I'm sorry.'

Harry huffed, fully aware that Niall didn't regret it in the slightest he knew that one day, he'd make him regret it. Or at least he hoped so.

'Just help me lift this closet, please?' Harry asked.

Niall really didn't want to, but how could he ever deny the green eyes gazing at him, setting every objection inside Niall's head on fire.

'Yeah, of course.' I fucking hate you. So much.

'Gotta work on your acting skills. For a second there I thought you didn't want to help me.' Harry said, his famous smirk appearing on his beautiful face.

'Well, Sherlock Holmes, allow me to buy you a magnifying glass.'

'Why so sarcastic, love?'

Niall tried to ignore the butterflies that started dancing around in his stomach when he heard Harry call him 'love'.

'Why so annoying, handsome?'

'Touché.' Harry answered, squatting down to lift the closet.

Niall bended over to help.

'No, don't lift it like that. It's bad for your back. Do it the way I do.'

'Who the fuck are you, my mom?'

More like my daddy, please.

'I'm the responsible one.'

'What?' Niall screeched. 'I'm older than you!'

'Age is just a number, baby.' Harry said. 'Maturity is a choice. '

'You obviously when for childish, right?'

Harry laughed, but nonetheless he cleared his throat, signaling Niall to finally do something.

So Niall lifted the thing.

'Wow, that's fucking heavy!'

'First of all: no swearing!' Harry boomed. 'Secondly: what did you think? It's be like a vase full of flowers?'