Little talks [narry] |editing|

Chapter 4:

A/N: short, sucky chapter but I really wanted to do this for my friend so for you!!!!

2 weeks later

Harry's p.o.v

I woke up from my sleep at night, the sun was gone and the moon was in. The night gave off an eerie glow. Something wasn't right.

I got off from the bed and searched through the house.

The lights were on, which was weird because Niall normally has the lights off at this time.

"Great, another illusion." I heard Niall said, "and what's your name?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Oh fuck, this man sounded dangerous.

"What's your name?" He asked once more.

"What the fuck is your problem," he shook his head. "You know what, I'm just going to take your valuables and leave."

"Like fuck you will." I responded, getting out of my hiding place.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Oi!! So much fun, this is Harry." Niall smiled, "silly me, no wonder you won't tell me your name! I never told you mine. My name is Niall and you're name is?" Niall asked, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

"Chad." He answered unsure, "nice to meet you Chad. Are you from Analasiya?"

"Analasiya?"

"Are you here to send me a message, does the kingdom still thrive?" He asked eagerly.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He shook his head, "whatever. I'll just blow your head to bits and then steal the rest of your stuff."

It was time for me to stop watching and do something. I wrapped my arms around his waist, handing him in the gut. He groaned out in pain. I pushed him to the ground and kicked him.

"Why'd you that, I thought you were friends?" He shot the gun, landing in the wall in between us. "That's enough! I'm going to my room and you all better behave better together."

Chad looked at hum like he was crazy.

"Understand?" I nodded, waiting for Niall to excite.

"Don't ever come back here again?"

"What's his problem?"

"Nothing, he's just nice and sees the littlest bits of good in people. You're lucky we don't press charges."

|Morning|

"There's a hole, still in the wall. Does that mean he was real?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"And you're real."

"If you want me to leave..."

"No," he pleaded. "I need you to stay."