Oakdale// Ziall+Narry

Chapter 23

Why the fucc am I hearing a chipmunk when it's January and 18 degrees out, boi you finna die!

theres nothing more satisfying then cracking every bone in your body, can someone plz run a steam roller over me? I WANNA HEAR THAT POP!!

Narry chap :)

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"Niall!"

"Harry?" I perk up, turning my head over my shoulder to see my best friend turned lover.

Im currently on the floor, scrubbing out some dirt and trying to distract myself from my thoughts.

Harry grows a giant grin on his face and jogs over to me, not noticing the slick floor, and falls.

Only Harry...

"Harry! Are you okay?" I gasp, getting up and carefully walking over to him, "What hurts? Oh Harry."

Harry groans, clutching his left elbow and cradling it to his chest.

"My elbow,"He grumbled, hissing when he rubbed his finger over the tip, "I think i may have bruised it."

"Let me see." I beckon, placing a comforting hand on his back and moving my head so i had a better view.

I place my free hand on his, trying to move it so i can see. He bits his lip, muffling some of the groans he lets out.

"How does this feel?" I ask, placing my cold fingers gently near his elbow.

He struggles to smile, "The pain is dwindling, now that you're here."

His head pops up with a cheesy grin on his face, looking at me for approval of his flirt.

I smile, nudging my head against his.

Only Harry.

"I may have a theory to treat this wound," He begins, trying his best to unfold his arm, "Perhaps a kiss from the most dashing man in the universe."

I let out a small laugh, but make no move to advance in his request. "Swauve, Styles."

"Scratch theory, It's a law." He said, looking up at me with his sparkling forest eyes.

I lean my head in, placing my lips on his elbow. His throbbing wound scorches my lips.

"Perhaps you are confused. I enjoyed the kiss placed on my elbow," He began, "But i meant a kiss upon my lips."

I quickly look up and down the hallway, making sure there was no one to witness his homosexual behavior.

"Harry," I nervously laugh, "Lets move to my room before we do that."

"Why?" He prompts, tilting his head, "You do not want to kiss me?"

"Not in the slightest," I keep my tone down, shaking my head, "I'm just shy."

He checks the hallways like i had done before, "The hallway is vacant, and i will need assistance relocating to your room on the other side of the hallway. I only yearn for a kiss, or two or ten."

Keep your voice down, you naive lamb!

"I prefer to," I quickly look to the side, almost whispering, "kiss in the comfort of my room."

"Love?" Harry's voice becomes concerned, hissing when moving his hand up to cradle my cheek, "What are you afraid of? I promise to protect you."

He must not know the charges against him.