With All My Heart (And a firm hand)

Chapter 12: Never doing that again...

Hello.
Sorry I haven't updated. A lot of things suddenly happened at the same time, creating the lovely writer's block (hint hint sarcasm).
That's not really an excuse but there's nothing else to say. Writer's block has seriously been kicking my ass and it's still there, so if the first part is better than the second, it's because of that...

But hey... I got front row tickets to WWA Tour today and I think that was what gave me enough motivation to finish this. :)

Anyway, yeah, this is dedicated to JennaBenna514 who requested something while I was writing the kinda same thing, so this is for her. Hope you like it, and again sorry. :)

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"What the fucking hell?!" Niall exclaimed from where he was sitting on the floor, trying to untie his shoe laces. Harry glared at him from the front door.

"Niall!" he said sternly, his eyebrows furrowed; The Cheshire lad hated when people swore, and the blonde boy had done it more than enough for one day.

"But I can't untie my fu-freaking shoes!" Niall raged and punched his shoe clad food as if it would help the situation. Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"Then don't swear because of it!" he lectured with a stern expression. "Ask for help." Niall snorted tauntingly.

"I don't need any fucking help! Only children needs help with untying their shoes!" he responded and fell back on the floor with a resigned expression. Harry sent him another fierce glare as the curse word slipped out of the Irish boy's mouth.

"You are a child, Niall." Louis said while entering the room, apparently having heard some of their conversation. Niall looked angrily at the Doncaster lad from his position on the floor.

"Am not!" he exclaimed loudly and crossed his arms, a pout taking its place on his lips. Louis just smirked and quirked an eyebrow at the youngest boy.

"Sure you're not." he said unconvincingly, with a teasing egde to his tone.

"What's going on?" Liam asked as he and Zayn also appeared, taking in the scenery, eyes coming to a stop on the pouting Niall.

"Niall can't untie his shoes and is too stubborn to ask for help." Louis answered the Wolverhampton lad with a roll of his eyes, gesturing to the blonde boy.

"Fuck off!" Niall sneered from the floor, his eyes glowering.

"NIALL!" Harry shouted, looking extremely pissed off. "I told you to stop swearing!"

"You fucking swear when you're frustrated too!" Niall yelled back, getting up from the floor to stand a bit taller even though it wasn't much since Harry and the other three lads easily could tower over him.

"Yeah... but we're adults. We're allowed to swear once in a while. You're sixteen. You shouldn't be running around tossing curse words out all the time!" Harry said loudly, not shouting anymore. His voice sounded harsh, though.

"THAT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!" Niall downright screamed, his eyes blazing as he looked at the Cheshire lad. "JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE OLDER, DOESN'T IT MEAN YOU GET TO SWEAR AND I DON'T!" Liam and Louis watched the blonde boy yell with wide eyes, shocked by his outraged outburst.

"THAT'S IT!" Harry shouted again. "Go to your room! You. Are. Grounded!" Niall froze and stared at the older boy disbelievingly.

"You can't ground me." he said, suddenly very quiet. His eyes were glued on Harry, who was still breathing heavily with an angry expression. Even the three other boys were looking at Harry as well with surprised expressions. Harry never grounded Niall.