One Shot Collection

Take Me Back

  Niall wakes up five years in the future, and sees that Harry was right about his life being great.  

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"It was awfully nice of Louis to invite us over, wasn't it?" Harry says loudly.

"Liam invited us over." Niall tells him. He and Harry were walking back to Harry's house after a night in with the lads. It was well past midnight, and they were stumbling their way through the dark, laughing and talking too loudly, with one too many beers coursing through their veins.

"Oh, well it was nice of him to buy us beer, then." Harry replies.

"Zayn bought the beer, Haz." Niall laughs. "I think ya had too much tonight, mate."

"I think YOU had too much." Harry says, purposely bumping into Niall.

Niall bumps him back and Harry pretends to crash into the bushes beside him dramatically. "You're ridiculous." Niall says to him.

"Am not." Harry argues. "Anyways, I think Louis' a nice guy. Gonna make some girl very happy one day. Gon' have a nice family."

Niall snickers as they turn the corner onto Harry's street. "Yeah, if she can stand him long enough." He jokes.

Harry laughs loudly at that. "True. Don't know how any of us have put up with him for this long, to be honest."

They get to Harry's house and walk up to the door. Harry takes his keys out of his jacket pocket and fumbles with them before trying to stick the right one in the lock. It takes him three tries to successfully get it in and he unlocks the door and lets him and Niall in. It's dark in the house, and Niall bumps into Harry when he stops abruptly.

"Harry, what're ya stopped for?" Niall asks.

"Tryna find the light." Harry tells him. Niall can hear his hand moving along the wall, searching for the light switch.

Niall rolls his eyes, and flicks on the switch, which was on the other wall. "Wrong wall, ya twit."

Harry giggles and goes to sit on the couch in the now illuminated living room. Niall follows behind him, and lays on the opposite end of the couch, putting his legs up to rest on Harry's lap. Harry's quiet for a moment, then he looks up at Niall and says, "Y'know, we're all gonna be successful one day, like five years from now."

Niall quirks his brow up at him. "What'cha talkin' bout, Haz?"

"We're all gonna have such good jobs, good lives." Harry tells him, mindlessly running his hand up and down Niall's lower shin. "Louis' gonna be a teacher or like, a big CEO of some company. Somewhere where he can take charge but still have fun. Zayn's gonna be a model, I mean, how can he not? He's got the face of an angel. And Liam, well I don't know what Liam's gonna be, but he's gonna be really fuckin' good at it. Maybe a doctor or something. Dr. Payno."

Niall chuckles. "Yeah? What about me, then?"

"You? You're gonna be a professional football player, Ni. Gon' be real good at it, too." Harry replies. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. "I'm going to be there at every game, cheering you on."

"I dunno, Harry." Niall says, shaking his head. "I'm not that good. Don't think I'd stand a chance of ever signing with a big name team."

Harry's eyes shoot open and he glares at Niall. "Nonsense. You're a great footie player. Just gotta practice more, and you'll be the best. Any team will be lucky to have you, mate."

"Fine, whatever. I don't believe ya, but fine." Niall says, putting his hands up in defence. "And what about you, Harry? What are you gonna be?"

"Was thinking a photographer, but I'm not sure." He tells Niall.