[Narry One Shots] ○ [Rated R]

you're a wizard (niall)!

idea from:
fic where niall is a wizard and harry is his glamorous but utterly useless assistant who also happens to be completely and irrevocably in love with him and niall doesn’t know it but it just so happens the only reason he hired harry in the first place is because he’s completely and irrevocably in love with him too and there’s lots of mishaps with potions and alchemy and harry’s hair colour and a cat called ptolemy

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 you're a wizard (niall)!

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niall is absolutely not impressed.

"but it's gonna look so cute on you, niall!", his pretty assistant with the lucious curly brown hair and the sparkly eyes pouts and continues to hold up the midnight blue cloak with the embroidered silver stars and the matching pointy hat. all it looks would be utterly ridiculous and not in any way cute, if you ask niall, but unfortunately no one's ever asking him. at least his pretty assistant harry isn't.

"i am not bloody merlin, harold", niall grumbles and smoothes down his very acceptable lab smock, which he thinks to be very professional and also very much more practical than a wizardly cloak, really. he can't be mad at harry, though, he just hasn't it in him to frown at his useless assistant for more than three and a half minutes. he counted the time once, when he tried to stay angry at harry for no less than a week. then harry did something adorably stupid (again) and niall's resolutions crumbled into dust (again).

"but you are a wizard!", harry points out and throws the wizardly cloak over his shoulder, puts the ridiculous hat on his own head and oh wonder, it actually looks ridiculous! niall sighs loudly. it's endearing nonetheless and he swears to all the famous magicians out there, this boy will certainly be the death of him.

"i am, but this is the 21st century and i don't think i need this--"

"exactly because it's the 21st century you need this!", harry interrupts him, swooshes behind him and pulls the giant blue cloak over a startled niall's blond head. "don't struggle against fashion!"
"i'm not-- ugh! i'm not struggling against fashion, i'm - would you stop it? - struggling against a obstreperous assistant!", niall shouts and tries to flee harry's big, warm hands and the never-ending cloth and curses the brunette's superiority. he could cast a spell, sure he could, but he's too caught up with harry's hands suddenly touching his bum to even form one comprehensible word in his mind.

"by all means, har-!", niall squirms free of his assistant's manhandling measures and promptly flopping on the formerly touched buttocks, the cloak landing in a heap on top of him. "you're the worst. why did i ever hire you?"

harry, still with the pointy hat on his head, crosses his arms and looks down at niall with one raised eyebrow. "because i am a darling and you needed someone to keep your magical laboratory clean."
niall groans and lays completely onto the floor, putting his feet up, groaning some more.
"i don't know what you understand under 'keeping my laboratory clean', but have you looked around here?", he asks harry and points around in a circle. "this is not clean!"

his assistant only huffs and eyes the benches and tables full of glasses filled with fluids of all sorts of colours and the gemstones and jewels and herbs. and mostly; the papers and little notes flying around.

"yesterday i watered those plants over there", he says sulkily, steps over niall's laying body and walks towards the green growth, that might be a cactus of some sort, narrowing his eyes at the thing.
"it looks as if it's breathing, honestly, creeps me out."

"it looks as if because it is, in fact, breathing.", niall explains from his position on the ground, which might not be at all hygienic, when he thinks about it. he jumps up to his feet. "i call it 'planta spirare' which translates to 'breathing plant' but i've never had latin, so the conjugation might be wrong. i googled it, actually."