Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 6

I think I was holding up my end of the deal rather nicely.

Niall had become a lot healthier in the short time that I've had him. His hair now has life, his eyes are no longer dull, and his body is filling out in all the right places- not that I've been staring. We were currently outside in the garden, Niall was playing footie with Louis who was kicking his ass (not that Niall would admit it) while Zayn and I sat in the shade. I was deeply engrossed in the game, well rather starring at Niall, and Zayn seemed like he couldn't care less with his charcoal pencils and drawing pad sprawled on his lap. Every once in a while though he would look up and give Louis an encouraging smile before glancing down at whatever it was he was working on. Louis simply loved the small bits of attention and every acknowledging nod from Zayn just made him work harder against poor Niall. It was adorable really how much those two cared about each other, they were really the perfect couple.

Niall and I on the other hand well... I didn't know what was going on. Ever since that day where he pinned me against the wall and kissed me things just haven't been the same. It's been nothing but stiff smiles and short answers. Every time I move to touch him he flinches away from me as if I've burned him. It hurts like hell and it's driving me crazy. I know I can't push him for answers or he'll just shut down even further but God what is going on? I needed answers and my already thin patience was running out, no matter how adorable the boy looked when he was flushed and sweaty. It was because of these thoughts swirling in my mind that prevented me from seeing my father quickly approaching, and very angrily I might add.

"Harry." His voice was clipped.

"Yes father?" I asked in a bored tone not wanting to deal with him today.

"What is going on here? Noblemen playing around with servants?" he spat the word. "This is not proper and I will not stand for it!"

"When have I ever been proper?" I quickly shot back growing just as angry as him. If there was one thing I got from my father it was his temper.

"He may be your servant but this is my palace, my kingdom, my rule and I will not stand for others on the royal council to think I've gone soft!"

I was so angry I hadn't notice that Niall was now beside us, head bowed and looking very afraid. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It wont happen again."

"Damn right it wont!" My father shouted at the shaking boy. "You've been getting too comfortable in your time here. Eating our food, laying around doing nothing. The other servants are beginning to get ideas and I'm putting a stop to it. You and everyone else here needs to learn that there will be no free-loading in my household without punishment!"

"Hey don't you da-" As the back of my fathers hand met with Niall's perfect face, knocking him to the floor, all I saw was red. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed and lunged for my father but something was holding me back. My senses were clouded and focused on one thing, attacking this man in front of me, so I couldn't quite figure out what was stopping me. Voices that were vaguely familiar were shouting my name but I couldn't be bothered to listen. Not until one with a certain accent that drove me a little mad broke through the rage in my head.

"Harry, please." It wasn't a demand but a plea. I turned my scorching gaze on him. There was a small bruise and a cut with blood trickling down on the side of his face where my father had made contact and the other side was scraped and muddy from where it hit the ground. He was still beautiful. Assessing the damage only made me want to hurt my father even more but the begging look in Niall's eyes stopped me in my tracks. Fine then, I would let it go on his behalf... for now.

"Lets go." I said to Niall as gently as I could manage with the blind hate still burning in my mind. The arms that I had now come to realize were Zayn's and Louis' hesitantly released me. I grabbed Nialls hand and pushed past everyone, knowing that if I saw anyone but Niall right now I would surely lose it. Once we finally got to my room I sat Niall down on my bed and walked into the bathroom to grab what i needed to clean him up. "Here angel," I cooed as i wiped his face with the warm cloth. After the dirt was gone and the blood had stopped i spread some anti-bacterial ointment on the minor cut. Niall remained quiet the entire time, not once looking at me. "All done."

"Thank you."

"Niall, look at me." He didn't. "Please my sweet angel, look at me."

"Please stop calling me that." He choked out.

"What? Why?"

"Because it's not right!" He looked up at me now with tears that I knew he would never let fall. "I'm a servant, and you're my master. I shouldn't have kissed you the other day and I'm sorry that I did. It was selfish and wrong, you should've punished me! Just please do it already." He was shaking now. Suddenly the skittish movements and slight traces of fear in his eyes over the past few days began to make sense.

"Is that why you've been acting so weird? You thought I was going to punish you?"

"I deserve it." He grew quiet.

My anger was surfacing again. "Bullshit! Niall you are so incredibly special and innocent I would never in a million years think to hurt you like that, I don't know what your last master taught you but you will never be punish for showing me what you want or telling me what you need. And as for my father he's a total bastard who does not deserve the thrown his lazy ass sits on. As long as you are mine you can do as you please no matter what. Now shut the hell up and kiss me."

"Harry.." I watched as a shiver ran up his spine.

"The was an order, Niall."

I didn't miss the small smile he wore as he brought his lips to mine. Yeah, I thought as his tongue danced playfully with mine , this is perfect.