Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 3

Niall. It was perfect, just like him.

"Is that so?" I asked non chalantly, trying not to freak out over the fact he had actually spoken to me.

He nodded, "You wanted to know didn't you?"

"Yes thank you." I couldn't hide the smile that was beaming from my face to which he crinkled his nose with disgust. I had to calm down, there were so many more questions I wanted to ask him but he had just opened up to me the tiniest bit and I didn't want to scare him back into his shell. "Well, Niall, its wonderful to meet you. You can call me Harry by the way, not Master or anything of the sort."

He grunted, "Not like I would anyway." With that he turned from me and made himself comfortable on my bed.

"You know its quite rude to treat a prince that way?" I said meaning it in a teasing way.

I guess my joke didn't come across because he froze slightly before snapping, "then punish me."

"I'm not going to do that." I replied, shocked that he'd even suggest such a thing. He only grunted in response. I sighed, "Are you tired?"

"Obviously." was his short reply.

I sighed again but decided to stare at him for a little longer. This was strange for me, I had never been this infatuated with anyone. Usually I took what I wanted and threw back the rest, never having the energy or patience to deal with petty things like feelings and trust. But something about this angry, helpless boy made me want to reach out and take care of him. Before I knew it my hand was actually reaching forward, without meaning to I began to lightly stroke Niall on his back. I just wanted to feel if he was as soft as he looked. When my hand made contact with his skin he tensed rapidly and I was confused until I saw the beginnings of what looked like red welts peeking from the hem of his shirt. "What the?" Unable to control my curiosity I started to lift the shirt but before I could see anything Niall was off the bed.

"What the hell?!" He shouted furiously. I was at a loss for words. "Don't touch me!" He stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. A few minutes later I could hear water running from the bath he had started. I was stunned but not because of the marks or Niall's sudden out burst, but because of the absolute terror that had filled his eyes moments ago. What exactly had my little angel lived through?

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It wasn't until much later when I was curled up on the pull-out pretending to be asleep that Niall emerged from the bathroom. It had begun to storm since he'd left me alone and the thunder almost drowned out the sound of the bathroom door opening. He walked carefully, probably trying not to wake me, over to the bed. I could here the springs creak as he placed his weight on it. Needing just one glance to make sure he was okay I peeked out from under the covers and my eyes immediately found him. He wasn't laying down, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Upon closer inspection I could see he was shaking. But why? I had to do something, I couldn't just let him suffer alone. Knowing he probably wouldn't be too keen on the idea of me wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close like I desperately wanted to, I decided to speak from my spot on the couch.

"Niall?" I whispered softly. I wasn't sure if he heard me but then he looked at me with his haunting blue eyes that held so much pain and fear. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" He blinked slowly, registering my words before giving me a slight nod and turning his attention back to the floor. "Will you.. will you tell me about those marks?" He shook his head quickly. Okay, off limits. This was so hard, I wanted to comfort him in the way I could tell he so desperately needed. He was a prideful bastard though, I could tell as much but right now he looked like he was on the edge of falling apart. Still, I knew he would never in a million years let me comfort him. "Niall," I said again, earning his attention, "I don't like thunder." He gave me a questioning look. "What I mean to say, is that I want you to comfort me okay? You're my servant after all so its your job to make me feel better."

Once realization dawned on him he quickly agreed, "Alright, if that's what you need." He replied in his thick voice. God, I bet his morning voice was just delicious.

"Alright." I said getting up and making my way over to the bed laying down of the opposite side from him. He laid back too turning to face me. Our arms were out stretched, just nearly touching. I couldn't tell if the rapid breathing that filled the room was mine or his. The distance between us was far too great for my liking. "Niall, come closer."

"Okay." He said, scooting his small body closer to mine. When he was finally within arms length I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. I placed my head on his firm chest and sighed contentedly. What I said before about not liking thunder wasn't a lie, it really did scare me. Immediately his fingers from one hand tangled in my hair and the other stroked rhythmically over my spine at the base of my neck. The tender touch was rather unexpectedly but welcome non the less.

"You're so warm." I breathed out after a few minutes of just drinking in his scent, his touch, his essence, unable to contain myself in my half-conscious state. The light chuckle rumbling in his chest was the last thing I heard before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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"HARRY!" I woke with a start. A familiar, shrill voice was sounding through my door at this unforgiving hour. "Harry I know you've got a new boy toy that you're hiding from me! Everyone is raving about how adorable he is now let me in!" I groaned looking up at Niall whose chest I was still laying on. One hand remained secure at the back of my neck while the other was spread across the bed. Light snores escaped his plump lips. He looked so kissable. "Harry!" my best friend whined again.

"Alright, alright I'm coming." I said, amazed when I had gotten up and Niall still did not stir. "Good morning to you too Louis," I deadpanned as he rushed past me and into the room.

"Where is-" he stopped short when he noticed Niall on the bed. "Oh my God! He's an angel!" I agreed, rather annoyed that Louis was using my given name for him. "Why is he still asleep?" he pouted.

"Because he had a long night"

"Ohhh," Louis replied giving me a cheeky wink.

"Not like that!"

"What's with all the shouting?!" Came a deep, husky voice and I swear my pants got a little tighter. Niall's morning voice was sexier than I imagined.

"Yay!" Louis cheered running over and jumping on the half-asleep boy. Uh-oh. "Aren't just the cutest!" Louis exclaimed pinching Niall's cheeks. I could see the anger building in his face and before I had time to warn Louis he was flat on his ass on the floor. Niall had pushed him off the bed with a short 'Get off me!' and was now leaning over it glaring at a smiling Louis, who was not the least bit discouraged by Niall's ferocity. "Oh he's so feisty. Harry you simply must let me borrow him."

"Come off it you wanker. Isn't Zayn enough?"

"The more the merrier!" He replied in a sing-song voice, blue eyes sparkling. Niall on the other hand had grumpily made his way to the bathroom, muttering things that would make any sailor blush. Once the door was slammed and the lock clicked, Louis turned to me and stated simply "I like him!"