The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Thirty

(Harry's POV)

"Don't look so nervous," Niall chuckled, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket as we stepped onto the small porch, approaching Greg's front door.

"I'm not nervous," I muttered. My face was flushed red, my hands clammy. Okay, I guess I was a little nervous. I had never been in a situation where I was forced to meet someone's older brother. I was even nervous out of my skin when John wanted me to meet Louis.

"You're totally nervous," Niall said, giving me a smirk. Approaching the door, Niall picked through the ring of keys for a moment before finding the one he wanted. Louis and I stood behind him on the front porch, taking in the big house. The only time I had ever been in a house like this, was Niall's. 

I was never allowed to enter John's place, only step onto his front lawn. My family lived in a small bungalow house when I was growing up, and there wasn't a lot of room for four of us to move around without getting in each other's way. 

So now, looking up at this house, I was baffled. It was much larger than Niall's, but not nearly as fancy looking. The outside siding was a pale yellow colour. Faded and chipped brown shutters that matched the front door were loosely drilled in outside each dark window.

Niall's frustrated groan snapped me out of my thoughts. "He changed the fucking locks," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"We were just going to break in?" Louis asked, creasing his brow.

"It's not breaking in if you have a key," Niall said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It would just surprise him a little."

"Why don't you just knock?" I asked, stepping forward and raising a fist to the door.

Niall's palm smacked my arm down roughly. "Don't!" He said harshly.

I looked at him with surprise, retreating my hand and rubbing the red, throbbing skin on my forearm "Ow!"

"He doesn't like it when people knock on his door," Niall said, attempting to be quiet but failing, his voice coming out loud.

"You're not making him seem very 'chill,'" Louis said from behind me. Niall just rolled his eyes, trying his key one more time, but it wouldn't fit in the slot.

"What are we supposed to do now? He turns his phone off when he sleeps, so we can't call him," Niall muttered. I just shrugged, looking from him to Louis, who was standing with a thoughtful look on his face, scanning the front end of the house. Niall sighed before speaking again. "I guess we'll just have to-"

"Guys!" Louis interrupted, pointing down the house' front side to a window that was just barely cracked open. "That windows open."

"We could always-" I started, but Niall cut me off with a loud clap.

"Genius! Okay, give me a boost in and I'll help you up after," he told Louis, who nodded. The two of them jumped off the side of the porch, making their way over to the window. It was taller than both of them, Niall having to climb up on Louis' shoulders to push it up and open wide enough to fit them through. I stayed on the porch, a strange feeling in my gut. 

Neither of them noticed I had stayed behind, but I wasn't too keen on the idea of climbing through a window, although I had done it multiple times. I was too tired and my muscles were sore, and frankly, I didn't feel like getting a splinter from an old window sill.

While my ears were perked towards Niall and Louis' frantic yelling, I stood there with a blank look on my face. I was beginning to feel tired, so I leaned in against the old oak door that was causing us so many troubles. My forearm and shoulder was rested against it as my hand was clutching the door knob for support. I leaned my head against the door, letting my eyes close and my hand slid down a little on the metal knob.