One Shot Collection

You're My Favourite Place

 Harry moves to the country, and hates it, until he meets Niall, who makes him fall in love with the country and him.  

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Harry didn't understand why they had to move.

They had lived in the same house in the city for his entire life. He loved the city, he loved his house, he never wanted to leave it. But now they were moving to the country to fulfill one of his mum's biggest dreams. And Harry hated it.

He hated the country. There was nothing to do in the country. It was boring. He hated how there was nothing around him for miles. The closest Starbucks was 10 miles away. Harry couldn't understand why his mum, or anyone for that matter, wanted to live out here. If it was up to him, he would never leave the city ever. Hell, he'd sell his soul to move back.

But what was done was done. They were moved in and settled, and they weren't going back, no matter how much Harry protested. His mum was happy, though, and Harry thought he could bear with it, even though he wasn't happy here. Seeing his mum excited like she had just won the lottery made it a bit easier.

Harry couldn't stop complaining about moving. He knew he was being stubborn about it, but he couldn't help but be upset about leaving his entire life behind. He had left his house, his school, his friends all behind, and now he had nothing, so yeah, he was bitter.

Everyday his mum would ask him how he was when he came down for breakfast, and everyday he would reply, "miserable." His mum would just exhale and shake her head, and fill his plate with whatever food she had made that morning. Gemma would tell him to stop being such a whiney brat, and Harry would stick his tongue out at her in response. His dad would just look at him before starting to eat.

It went on like this for a week before Harry's dad had had enough. Harry was moping around the house, waiting for his mum and Gemma to return home from the store so they could eat. His dad came in from outside and saw him pouting at the kitchen table.

"Jesus, Harry, would it kill you to smile?" His dad says to him, taking off his boots.

"Nothing to smile about." Harry replies dully.

His dad exhales loudly. "Look, I know you don't like it here, but-"

"Don't like it here?" Harry laughs loudly. "I hate it here! Why did we have to move out here anyways?"

"Because, Harry, this is your mother's dream! Anne's wanted to live in the countryside since she was little, you know that! She wanted to move here!" His dad beams, his voice growing louder with frustration.

"What about me? I don't want to be here!" Harry yells angrily.

"Well, you have no choice." His dad says after a moment, his voice quieter. "You're here until you're able to live on your own."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Whatever." He gets up from the table and heads to the front door.

"Where are you going?" His dad calls out from behind him.

Harry shoves his shoes on and opens the door. "I'm going for a walk." He says, closing the door behind him. He walks down the path from the house to the road, and takes a right, hoping to get to the little market about a mile down the road that they had passed when they were moving. He could really go for something to eat, like ice cream or a chocolate bar, anything really. Anything to stop his stomach from rumbling and to take his mind off of things.

It's apparent to Harry that he's gone the wrong way when a white house with red shutters comes into view, and not the light blue house that he remembers passing. He stops in front of the house and looks at it. It's a nice house, a bit bigger than his own. There's a porch on the front, and a porch swing in the corner of it. Harry thinks that an older couple must live there. He sees two horses grazing in the field off to the side of the house, and hears a distant mooing.