Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twenty Three

"So good," Niall groans, tilting his head back, his blue eyes closing in bliss. Chocolate chip muffin crumbs cling to his chin. 

"These are really good," Harry nods in agreement, placing the last bite of his muffin in his mouth, chewing.

The two friends are in the kitchen, sitting next to each other on the counter, a plate filled with muffins and muffin wrappers in between them. "Next we're making brownies." Niall tells Harry, finishing off his muffin and moving to grab another.

"Niall, we've literally already made a chocolate cake, chocolate chip cookies, and muffins. I think that's enough chocolate for one day." Harry scolds lightly.

"But I want brownies." Niall whines, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder and peering up into his green eyes. "Please."

"No." Harry flicks Niall's nose, shoving the boy's head off and hopping down from the counter. "I'm going to feed the horses."

"Oh! I'll come with. I've been wanting to come see Dusty and Niall Jr. for a while now." Niall jumps down from the counter, following his curly haired best friend out of the kitchen.

"Niall Jr.?" Harry snorts, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, Harry, Niall Jr. Gorgeous name, innit?" Niall grins brightly.

"Sure. Lovely." Harry murmurs, rolling his eyes. The two make their way out to the barn, heading over to Dusty.

"Hey there, girl." Niall coos, scratching behind the horse's ear.

"Boy." Harry corrects, sighing. "It's okay, Dusty, he tries calling me a girl too sometimes. He doesn't mean anything by it, he's just confused."

"I call you a girl because your hair is so fuckin' long, mate! Seriously, think about cutting it, will ya?" Niall retorts, his nose scrunching up.

"Louis likes my hair." Harry replies, smiling cheekily at the blond. "So your opinion doesn't matter."

"Harsh." Niall holds his hand over his heart, mock-hurt. He turns his back to Harry, stepping closer to the next horse. "There's my little Niall Jr. How are you, buddy?"

Harry's emerald eyes widen when he sees who Niall's referring to, biting his bottom lip. "Uh, Niall?"

"What Harold?" Niall responds without looking away from the horse.

"That horse has kind of already been named." Harry shrugs helplessly when the blond turns on him, bright blue eyes narrowed.

"By who?"

"Louis."

"And what did Lewis name him?"

"Larry."

Niall's eyebrows scrunch together. "Why the hell did he name him- oh. Combining your names, got it. Well, that's cute, so I'll allow it." He turns to the horse, nodding his head. "Sir Larry-Niall Jr."

"Um," Harry tries, only to be stopped by a harsh glare. "Sounds perfect." He corrects himself, his eyes widening when he turns his head away from Niall.

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"Where's Niall?" Zayn frowns, his eyes scanning the room as he makes his way to the bed, joining Liam.

Liam's arms automatically wrap around Zayn's waist, shifting until they're both comfortable. "Him and Harry are having a bake spree, I believe."

Zayn hums, laying his head on Liam's shoulder. "Please tell me Harry's actually the one baking."

Liam nods. "Yes, Harry's letting Niall act like he is, but it's Harry baking. I would have already of had the fire extinguisher ready if Niall was actually manning an oven."