Niall-Centric One-Shots

Take What's Yours - Narry

"Niall, I don't get why you're so upset about this!" Harry said, crossing the room towards Niall.

Niall sends a harsh glare at Harry and walked up to him. "You know why I'm upset Harry!"

Harry sighs and looks down at little Niall who is almost fuming, and he honestly doesn't know how this fight even started. Well, maybe he does.

They had gone out to a fancy restaurant for their two year anniversary, something that Harry had planned. The date had been going great so far—he had successfully flustered Niall many times and was charming as usual. He was even 100% that tonight at home would be pretty steamy.

But then that freaking waitress had to step in and flirt it up with Harry, something that made Niall extremely upset.

And Niall always became very jealous when it came to Harry. Sure, Harry was the possessive one who didn't like it when other men touched or even looked at Niall, but it was the fact that women liked Harry so much, because, let's face it, he is very charming and handsome that made Niall very possessive too, in his own cute way.

Harry usually thought it was sweet and adorable when Niall got a little jealous, he would go up to the girls and kindly remind them that Harry is in fact gay and he has a boyfriend too.

But it annoyed the hell out of Niall when Harry would obviously see women flirting with him, and he would be polite back. He knew Harry would never cheat on him, or he hoped he wouldn't, but he couldn't help but be insecure when beautiful women would throw themselves at Harry and he would chat right back with them, claiming he was 'just being polite'.

"Is this about that waitress?" Harry asked.

"No." Niall scoffed sarcastically.

Now Harry was starting to get a little frustrated. He always tried to keep his cool around the petite blonde, mostly because he didn't like to yell at and scare his baby.

"Niall, can you just be mature about this."

Niall clenched his fists and glared at Harry again. "Are you kidding me Harry? I'm being immature? You're the one who was flirting with that girl!"

"I told you Niall, I was just being polite!" Harry said, his hands going up to run through his long, curly locks, which to Niall was always a sign that he was getting angry, and Niall, for some reason, really wanted a fight about this. He wanted to prove he was right.

"That's not polite! She was practically eye-fücking you!" Niall yelled.

"That's ridiculous, Niall! I wasn't fücking flirting with her in front of you!" Harry said, his voice rising.

Niall scoffed. "I bet she'd beg to differ."

"That's it I'm fücking—you just get jealous too easy!" Harry yelled, finally.

"No I don't! I only get jealous when you flirt with girls in front of me!" Niall said, his eyes slightly watering but Harry didn't see.

He turned away from Niall, pulling his hair between his fingers. "You're like a girl, Ni! You're just so fücking insecure that I can't even be nice to other people!"

Niall wiped a tear that he didn't want Harry to see before Harry turned back around. "Says you!" He yelled, face turning red. "I can't even talk to other guys or else you'll—I don't know, punch their face in!"