until the end; narry

eleven

theme: stuck with me// the neighborhood

" Niall be careful of yourself please." Zayn said talking in his father mode while standing in Niall's doorway watching him pack. " I know Zayn." Niall said for the fourth time since Zayn first asked Niall to behave and don't get near Harry unless he absolutely had to. " You know I don't like him I don't understand why you're doing this?" Zayn sighs. " Yeah like I want to." Niall rolls his eyes and zipped up his suitcase.
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" You're shaking, why are you shaking." Harry looks to Niall who had his eyes clenched shut and hands gripping the seat. " I-I don't fly.." He says quietly. " It's just turbulence. You're fine." Harry has flown thousands of times. Every since he was a child, his father would make sudden moves everywhere for business, meaning Harry, his mother and his father would have to switch houses, sometimes he would bring little Harry on business trips with him and even got on planes just for fun. This would prepare Harry to grow up and do these things himself. If only his father could see that.

" Hello. I'm Kelsey. Do you two need anything?" A woman came by with a cart and a nice smile. Niall shook his head no with a polite grin. " We're fine thank you. We will let you know." Harry smiles. With that, Kelsey turned and walked away. " Why isn't anyone else on the plane?" Niall asks while nervously looking around the empty part of the plane.
" Because this is first class. Not many people ride in first class." Harry flipped a page in his magazine. Niall decided to relax by playing with his fingers. Thinking about how Zayn would probably have his arm wrapped around him for comfort and Louis teasing both of them about being so sappy about a stupid machine in the air.
" You're gonna love it you know." Harry's deep soothing voice brought Niall out of his thoughts. " What?"
" California. It's gorgeous. I've been a few times and the sights are amazing. I'll take you to see some. The night life is pretty wild too." Harry smirked a bit. Niall didn't know what that meant. Harry has a smirk for just about every damn thing he says. All meaning different things.
" I hope so. I hear it's amazing. Warmer weather." Niall twiddles with his fingers again looking down. Only to be stopped by Harry.
" Stop being so nervous. You're gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine. You know you're a piece of work." Harry shook his head. Niall sighed and shifted his body away from Harry, annoyed. He suddenly felt Harry's hand creep dangerously up his leg, and his lips against his cheek. "I'm willing to work." Niall instantly felt chills up and down his spine.
" Buckle up, Nialler. This is gonna be a long ride." Harry sighs and goes back to reading his magazine.
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Day One
" Harry Styles. Welcome back." A woman greeted us at the door of a beautiful beach home. It was very open, windows so wide and tall you could see through the whole house. The floors were hard wood and the kitchen was marble themed. There were plants everywhere that they could fit. Some hanging from the ceiling, flowers decorated the windowsills. The air was so fresh. It smelled new, a breath of this air every time could make anyone fall in love with this place. It was luxurious. " Thank you, Milena." Harry smiles and leaves his bags at the door for someone else to get them.
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" So how was the ride?" Harry sits on the white sofa in the living room. " The food was..terrible." Niall says while cringing. " Really? First class food?" Harry tilts his head. " Maybe I'm just home sick.." Niall rubs his arm and scopes the living room out. " Already?" Harry's head continued in a tilt. " Don't mock me." Niall threw a blue pillow from the sofa beside him at Harry's annoyingly tilted head." Easy, killer." Harry laughs and stands.
" Let me show you to the rooms." Harry guides Niall to his room. As Niall walked in, he was amazed. The comforter was a beautiful tan and white and the pillows were blue. The window stretched from the floor to the ceiling and the carpet felt lovely underneath him. The bathroom had a bath and shower with a beautiful marble sink countertop. You could hear the waves surf through the room even though they were miles away.
" Harry this is...amazing.." Harry smiles to himself. He knew Niall would like it. " It's my fathers. We would always come down to this house and just walk to the beach. He loved this house." Harry ran his hand along the wall. Almost like caressing the memories that he had here with his father.
" What about your mum?" Niall turns to look at Harry. " Uh." Harry chuckles. " She never liked to fly. Or be away from home. She was a homebody." He shrugs. Niall could see that Harry was very closed about the topic of his mother. He decided not to push it any further. " Man I'm afraid to even settle in here. I might mess something up." Niall chuckles taking in the beauty some more.
" Well you know.." Harry came up behind Niall and placed one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder. He leans into his ear. " There's always room in mine." Niall could hear Harry's smile. He playfully shrugged Harry off and plopped on the bed.

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Day Two
Niall stood in the corner and took some quick shots of Harry presenting his pitch to a potential client with his camera. Some of him sharing a smile with the director of the company, talking with his hands and shaking hands with everyone in the room. Before he knew it, the two hour long meeting was over and Destiny Heights Business Center agreed to sign a contract to make Styles' Company magazines and handle the business with advertisements within the company. " Thank you for doing business with us." Harry shook the directors hand one last time and exited the room. Security had to escort both, Harry and Niall out of the building. Turns out a few (almost the whole damn company) was a fan of the Styles' Company and admired Des and his son. They were legends in the business community and were on their way to being potential billionaires.

Harry stepped into the car after Niall and let out a huff. " At least I closed a sale." He fixed his jacket and smoothed out his pants. " How about we go back to the house and I'll cook you something, that sound good?"
" you? Cooking for me?" Niall stares at his boss in disbelief. " Despite what you hear about me, I can cook, Niall." Harry raises and eyebrow. " Well..I just didn't think that you would cook for me. I mean-"
" That's gonna change." Harry pats Niall's leg and sits back on the leather seat.

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