The Power Within [Narry]

--Chapter 20--

7 messages from Louis and 1 from Harry.

Niall skips over Louis's texts because he's sure that they're full of bullshit and instead opens up Harry's message.

His eyes gleam with mirth as he reads it. Ignore Louis, he's out of sorts but of course you know that. See you soon, love. H.

Love. He called Niall "love". If that doesn't melt his heart then he doesn't know what would. Now here comes the hard part: how should he reply? Should he be similarly affectionate and give Harry a generic nickname like "babe"? Or would it be better to stick with "mate", something simple and platonic? God, fuck it, he's going with an emoji. I'll try my best to ignore him but he's loud af D:

Before he has time to contemplate how stupid his message was, Niall flips to Louis's previous texts.

are you excited for your date? :o

tell me all the juicy tidbits after, I need something to keep me entertained

will you be staying for dessert? ;)

we all know how naughty Irishmen can be ;)

ow, Harry is bullying me :(

soommmmeeeeeeooooooonnnnnnneeeeeeeee's jealous, want to guess who?

FUCK, if you ever get to tame this beast, tell em that he should leave poor ol me alone

Niall chuckles at the random messages and hands his phone over to Liam to read.

Liam raises an eyebrow at one particular message and smirks to himself. Of course Harry would take a liking towards Niall. "Someone's jealous, eh?"

Niall blushes and snorts obnoxiously to hide his flustered state. "Keep in mind the person claiming it."

"Oh, I don't know about that. He might be onto something," Liam teases.

"Who might be onto what?" Harry asks from the open doorway. Both boys turn their attention to the curly-haired lad and Niall coughs as anyone would in an awkward situation.

"I was just messing with Niall here," Liam laughs. "What do you need?"

Harry takes that as his cue to sit at the foot of the bed right next to Liam. "I was just bored and wondered if you wanted to kill some time training at the Dome."

"Sorry mate, I have to finish this calculus work. I could catch up with you once I'm done, though," Liam amends as he slowly gets up from the bed and walks back over to his abandoned desk.

"No worries," Harry smiles and looks down at his rings, not having the strength to look at the blonde beauty next to him on the bed. He absentmindedly lets small, white ringlets of raw energy dance between his fingers, making some twirl around his pinky before dissipating away in the air.

"Hey Harry?" Something ruffles on the bed and now Harry's side is much warmer pressed against another body.

"Yeah?" Harry responds softly. And he has to give himself a pat on the back for keeping his voice under control.

Niall pauses, contemplating if he should ask Harry to help him train but thinks better of it. He doesn't want to put Harry in danger given how little control he currently has. If he wants to impress Harry or at least know what he's doing, then he'll just have to practice more. Niall shifts slightly and redirects his question. "Um, where would you recommend eating at?" He winces at how lame that sounds but rolls with it because he actually does need to know. He glances at his watch and notices that he has about five minutes before Damien comes to pick him up.