Niall Centric One-Shots

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Warning(s): Poorly Written fluff (first attempt at fluff!) and my shit humor. . .

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"Niall!"

"What?"

"Niall, there's a spider; I don't like it!"

The frown lines in Niall's tiny, eight-year-old face deepens, an exasperated sigh leaving his open mouth angrily.

Here he is, just trying to finish the gravely important task of filling in the sheet of his colouring book when he is rudely interrupted - as always - by Harry's irrational fear of an eight-legged creature. Of course.

"Harry." he shouts back, but voice a bit quieter as he's busy choosing between a mustard-yellow crayon or sunset orange to fill in the curly locks of the girl printed on the page.

"But Ni!" Harry whines and Niall finally looks up with his wide eyes that fill half of his tiny face. He puts down the waxy crayon and sighs again, but this one is defeated and glances down at his colouring page in sorrow.

Harry whines loudly.

Niall lifts his large eyes to look at the gradually paling face of Harry and quaking body, "Please," he whines, smaller hands reaching for his, a pleading smile on his lips, "I'll give you the rest of my strawberry milk."

Niall's expression darkens. "You already took mine! That's just giving me back my milk!"

Harry's face falls and the corners of his smile droop, "I'm sorry, Niall."

Niall sighs, again. His parents used to be best friends with Harry's parents in school. It didn't take long for them to become platonic friends, but sometimes, Niall thinks it's really unfair that he has to hang out with an underclassman, even if he's only one grade below him. (Harry's only six, but he is eight, a huge difference, obviously.)

Wordlessly, he stands up and marches, overly-dramatic, like always, over to Harry, "Where is this spider?"

Harry just points pitifully at the wall and looks away quickly, a disgusted shiver racing down his little spine. Niall follows his finger and sees nothing. He looks closer and closer and squints his eyes. Still nothing.

"Hazza, where is-"

"There!" Harry shrieks making Niall jump at the sight of the moving speck. He tries not to giggle as he moves forward, lets the spider run onto his fingers, and steps over to the window to let the little creature out into the open world. Harry, cowering in the corner until this point, runs up to him and slams his arms around Niall's waist.

"I really love Strawberry milk," Niall says miserably. Harry looks up from his position on Niall's collarbone - he's about a head shorter than the older boy - and smiles softly.

"I'll buy you loads, Ni. So much, you can't even fit it in your castle. So much that you have to carry it on- on elephants to get around! So much that if it spills then it'll fill the oceans!"

Niall considers this seriously for a moment, chubby fingers tapping the end of his chin. "Wouldn't the Strawberry milk be bad for the fishes?"

Harry shakes his head frantically, grinning. "No! Because the fishes would breathe Strawberry milk instead of water and then that would make them really happy and they would all dance around the sea like that princess movie!"

He spins around in a circle, twirling his hands around and around. Quickly, he grabs Niall's hand and they're both off, running around the room and making fish faces at each other and imitating whales. Eventually, they both collapse into giggles in a heap on the floor, Harry lying halfway on top of Niall.