Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 13

***Niall's point of view***

I took another hit of the joint in my hand before passing it over to Zayn.

"So this is your secret relaxation method?" He smiled a stupid, shit-eating grin as he brought the lit paper up to his lips.

"Works like a charm." He replied once he had taken a hit. His phone vibrated yet again with another angry text message. "Lou is really upset." He told me what I already knew. "Says your friend has absolutely no personality." We both laughed at that, I imagined Louis sitting there with a nervous Liam firing question after question with no reply. Fucking hysterical.

"What's going on between you two anyway?" I asked, bringing the joint down from my mouth.

"I think I love 'im." He said honestly as he laid back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"How long you two been together?"

"Quite a while but I knew the moment I saw him that he was the one for me. Maybe I hadn't fallen in love with him yet but I knew I would I never fall in love with anyone else."

"How?"

"I don't know how to describe it. You just know, you know?" I laughed loudly at this and he returned it. "Come on I'm being serious!" He said as his laughter died down to small giggles. "It's like I didn't know what light was until he came into my life. Colors were brighter, songs were sweeter. Everything became so much more vivid. I guess you know you love someone when every memory before them is dull and lifeless, they just make your world so much better. You know?" I didn't know what to say. This subject was breaching on dangerous and I needed to change it, fast.

"Are you always this profound?" And we both burst into even louder laughter as the blunt made another round between us.

***Harry's point of view***

I was seated at the back of my fathers throne room waiting for him to finish talking to one of the palace officials. I never bothered to learn any of their names or their significance because I always assumed I'd be long gone by now.

My anger grew more heated the longer this discussion took. I didn't refrain myself from glaring harshly at my father the entire time and he kept shooting me warning glances which I ignored. Once he was finally done with this wind-bag he motioned me to approach him. I didn't bother with a bow or other custom formalities, no I was too angry for that.

"Why the hell have you not finalized Niall's papers?" I bit out.

"What are you going on about?" My father replied in an annoyed tone.

"The ownership papers that come with buying a slave.You didn't sign them, why?!"

"I don't know Harry I haven't gotten around to it. Why does it matter?"

"Because Niall's old master is coming here and he wants him back!" My anger was teetering on the edge of dangerous.

"Well good, the boy's a menace. I'm sure we can find you a much more compliant servant at the next trade."

"There won't be a next trade!" I was yelling now. "Niall is mine, do you hear me? There is no way I'm letting that monster come in here and take him back to his hell! You don't know the things this man has done to that precious boy but I do and I will do everything in my power to prevent him from coming back, even if I have to take Niall with me and run away."

My father was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered. "And what would you have me do?'

"Sign the papers, pay the man off, I don't care- just get rid of him. You're the goddamn king I'm sure you can figure it out."