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31. a house isn't a home

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i had this dream where harry was the son of santa clause and niall was jack frost and harry was just this innocent little cutie who wanted to help everybody and loved kids and niall was this daredevil and would convince harry to do all these stupid things to make him loosen up and it was the cutest dream ive ever had like wHY HASN'T ANYBODY WRITTEN THAT YET THATS ACTUALLY ADORABLE

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I figured it shouldn't have affected me the way it did; but even when Zayn bolted out of my apartment because some girl wanted him to come over (she said I quote, "her parent's weren't home") I was still thinking about it.

He's going to leave. It was like I was being taunted by myself-- My own conscious turning in on me.

That was where I started to think though, was it my own mind turning in on me, trying to make me upset? Or my mind warning me of the inevitable days to come?

"Hey you." Niall interrupts my thoughts by snapping in my ear. "You hungry?"

"Umm--"

"What do you want to eat?" Niall interrupts in a terrible French accent, "Via chef Niall Horan; anything you want I can cook! I beat Gordon Ramsey once at making cereal."

I can't help but let out a small laugh. "All cereal is the same."

"Yeah, but I made it so therefore it is amazing." Niall repeats what he said the morning he kissed me.

I mentally sigh, memories, memories.

"I'm not hungry." I exhale, turning around and looking for Charlie.

I find him, under the couch eating Niall's unfinished chocolate bar.

"Niall!" I call, "Are you giving Charlie chocolate!" I gently pull it out if his mouth and run to the trash.

"He was giving me this cute little sad face though." Niall replies. "If the kitty is hungry, we shall feed it."

I internally scoff and wash my hands before I'm spun around by Niall.

"You're sad," Niall states, staring into my eyes a bit too intensely for my liking. "I don't like it when you're sad, Harry Styles."

I honestly didn't think he'd notice. I like to think I'm a great actor.

"I don't like it when I'm sad either." I murmur.

"What's wrong?"

I stare at his face for a few seconds, then I pull Niall into a hug and he instantly complies, securing his arms around me.

"I don't want you to leave me, Niall." I whisper into his shoulder.

"Who told you I'm leaving?"

"No one-- It's just common sense. You aren't staying forever." I murmur, "You just made everything good and happy again and I don't want you to leave me. You made me happy, you know."

"Harry--"

"And even if I don't act it, I'm scared. I'm scared of waking up and you aren't beside me and I'll turn on the TV to say that you're loose in Welsh or shit and--"

"I'm not going to leave you, Harry Styles." Niall mumbles, "The only way they'll take me is if they drag me. You said you'd run away with me? When the time is right, we'll run away. I swear I won't leave you."

"Promise?"

"I promise, princess."

And Rule Number One: Niall lies.

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Niall's shouting is what wakes me up in the morning.

"I'm sorry!" Niall hisses. "Don't look at me like that, dammit!"

I groan quietly and slide out of my bed, draping my blanket over me like a cape as I drag it out of my room and towards Niall's voice.

I expected to see a gang of evil 6'8 men with eyepatches and guns but no-- Niall was talking to Charlie.

"I didn't mean to I swear."

"What the bloody hell?" I mutter groggily, leaning on the wall.

"Shh, I'm apologizing, Harold."

I bark out a laugh. "What--? Are you drunk again? My name isn't even Harold--"

"I accidentally hurt him." Niall says sadly, gazing up at me.

"How?"

"I was walking and I stepped on his tail," Niall looks up at me. "I'm a terrible person."

"Mate..." I trail off by letting out a laugh. "You're so into this, I can't take you seriously."

Niall purses his lip. "He's never going to forgive me, he just keeps looking at me with his...eyes."

"No shit he looks at you with his eyes." I bark out into laughter again.

Niall doesn't reply and just looks at Charlie with a regretful gaze.

"Are you high and drunk?" I question.

"I'm physically stable; mentally, I'm not so sure."

"You should sit down." I giggle.

Niall crosses his legs and continues to watch Charlie.

"I meant on a couch, you blasted idiot." I laugh, pulling him up and setting him down on the love seat.

"Niall?" I ask, sitting beside him.

"Mhm." Niall murmurs. "I'm just tipsy, my the way. Ramble-y and tipsy, but conscious."

"I've noticed." I smile. "Can I ask you something."

"Anything for you, princess." Niall rests his head on my shoulder and yawns cutely.

"I notice you only drink when something's bothering you, so what's bothering you?"

"What's bothering me is I don't want to leave you either, Harry Styles."

"Really?"

"I've been in many houses, Harry Styles, but this right here with you, feels like a real home."

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A/N: I learned that all teachers are freakin assholes to you guys too woo WE'RE ALLLL IN THIS TOGETHERR

AND LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF MY GYM TEACHER (who is ironically best friends with my asshole math teacher) MY FRIEND BROKE HER LEG WITH LIKE CRUTCHES AND A CAST AND EVERYTHING AND MY GYM TEACHER WAS MAKING US DO LAPS AND MY FRIEND SAID THAT SHE COULDN'T AND THE TEACHER SAID "oh everybody is doing 25 be happy im letting you do five, don't be whiny" AND MADE MY FRIEND TO LAPS YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN MY FACE

bruuuhhhhh that ain't cool the girl can't even make it to her locker without falling on her face, have a heart

IMPORTANT QUESTION: do you guys want a character ask, where you like.... ask the characters questions or nooo (you guys would get some really interesting questions for Niall though like I see the comment and....damn)

(poor liam ain't even in the book yet though lmao)

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