Speak [Narry]

Chapter 8

These chapters are getting shorter and shorter I'm sorry.

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Harry was always on Twitter recently. It wasn't an addiction or whatever. If anything, it was a habit.

When he saw the top tweet in #FindNiall (also the top tweet in #NiallComeHome) he almost screamed, he was so relieved.

"He's in Ireland!" Harry shouted, and the boys turned to him, pausing abruptly in the middle of eating breakfast.

"You- you found him?" Liam dropped his toast onto his plate, leaning closer to Harry to see the tweet on his phone. Niall looked absolutely awful- he was so much thinner and he looked so tired, but it was definitely Niall, and it was definitely recent.

"He's okay!" Harry got up quickly, stumbling out of his chair and going to run out of the room, but Liam called out, trying to grab at his wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna get Niall!" Harry said, pausing for a moment and turning around to look at the boys. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Harry, he's probably already gone." Liam said, his voice full of disappointment. Harry had never seen Liam so pessimistic. "We can't just drop everything and fly out to Ireland."

"Maybe you can't, but I can." Harry said, slightly angry. He sprinted out of the room to grab a suitcase, blindly throwing everything he could into it.

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"I have to get out of here!" Niall argued, slamming his hand down on the table in front of him. The woman sighed, annoyed. "I'm sorry, sir, but the last flight we could send out this weekend left five minutes ago. You'll have to wait."

Niall growled, stepping away from the table. There was only one flight coming into Ireland, and one going out, then they were shutting down the airport until this massive storm cleared up.

Niall figured he should calm down, though, because if there was only one flight coming in, then the boys wouldn't be able to find him. Niall sat there for a while, trying to figure out what he should do. Should he rent a car? Should he just go back to the hotel?

Niall closed his eyes, racking his brain for an idea- any idea. He heard the next flight was landing, and he looked up to where people would be entering the airport.

There weren't that many people on the flight. A mother with her two sons and her husband, a random couple, a few teens, and someone Niall had hoped he'd avoid.

Harry. Harry was on that flight and Niall almost panicked. He put his hood up and turned, hoping Harry hadn't seen him.

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Harry didn't notice Niall as he walked into the airport. He hardly acknowledged anyone, really. He pulled out his phone to call Liam.

"You're an idiot." Liam said before Harry even had a chance to say hello (or anything, for that matter). Harry sighed.

"I know, I know." Harry bit his lip. "I'm stuck here for a few days, as well. There's a huge storm and- oh. I just hope Niall wasn't on the flight that just went out."

"Oh my god!" Harry heard someone scream, and he looked in the direction the voice came from. There was a young girl- seven?, eight?- standing in front of a man sitting with his hood up. His back was to Harry. "Mommy! He's famous! He's from One Direction!"

Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't get a chance to go over, because the man signed whatever it was that was in the little girl's hand, hugged her, waved, and left quickly.

"He's here." Harry said quickly, not quite sure what Liam had said a moment before- the sound drowned out by the little girl screaming. He picked up his bag and walked quickly in the direction Niall had gone.

"He's in the airport?" Liam asked, sounding slightly surprised. Fucking pessimist, Harry thought, although he didn't blame Liam. "I figured he's be gone by now."

"Let's be happy he's not." Harry said, his tone snappy and angry. He picked up the pace, cursing himself for losing sight of Niall. "I'm gonna look for him, okay? I'll call you if- when I find him."

Harry hung up before Liam had the chance to say anything else, because he was in no mood for Liam's negativity. He pocketed his phone and looked around, not slowing down one bit.

Niall was close- so close. Harry had to get him.

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"Oh my god!" A little voice in front of Niall said. He jumped in surprise, looking up. A little girl stood in front of him, a big smile on her face. "Mommy, he's famous! He's from One Direction!"

Niall's blood turned cold, and he froze. Her voice was loud with excitement, and Harry wasn't far away. There was absolutely no doubt Harry had heard that.

The little girl pulled out a notebook and a crayon, holding them out for Niall. "Will you sign this for me, please?"

Niall nodded, taking the red crayon and signing the paper quickly. She was cute, really, and he knew, in any other situation, he would have stayed and talked to her and hugged her, but this was no time for catching up with a five-year-old fan. "I've- I've got to go sweetie."

Niall hugged her quickly, handed the crayon back, waved, and stood, rushing off. He doesn't think he'd moved any quicker in his life.

Once he was pretty sure he was out of sight of Harry, he stopped, his head pounding. He was breathing heavily, scared. Why was it so difficult to avoid someone? Four people he was trying to move away from, millions of people to hide behind, and still, one of them found him.

Niall cursed himself for not being in disguise or at least wearing some fucking sunglasses. Why am I so stupid? He asked himself, sitting down on a bench. What's wrong with me?