Not the Best Home (Narry)

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NIALL'S POV

"Harry I don't think you should come with me this time." I warned him, I was planning to go do vandalism, and I don't want Harry to come incase the police show up.

"Niall please, either I come with you or you stay here." I just shook my head.

"Just go to sleep doofus." I joked, getting off the floor and grabbing my bag with the spray paint cans and tape; I started walking out and then I felt Harry come up beside me.

"So what are we doing?" I rolled my eyes.

"I want to paint around D.C." That's basically it to be honest.

"Sounds fun." Harry said; I started walking towards Lafayette Square as he followed behind, I started spray painting the sidewalk, as Harry watched me from afar. I then saw out of the corner of my eye him take out a paint can and he started spray painting one of the monuments, and instead of stopping him I joined in.

Once we finished he turned his back to it to face me, "What next." He then backed up a bit and that statue of a guy on a horse was knocked down making a big noise which could probably be heard in the whole state. Hopefully it wasn't of anyone important. (It was of Andrew Jackson)

I just took Harry's hand and booked it; we started running back to the White House and inside, both of us panting. "Oh my god." Harry whispered to himself, and then he started laughing; making me look at him. "I can't believe we just did that. I'm going to be in so much trouble."

I chuckled a bit, hey laughings contagious.

"And you're laughing?" I looked at him, "You're not scared about going to jail or anything?"

"I'd love to go to jail over this hell." He stopped laughing, as we made our way over to the steps; going up to the next floor.

Man, what a night.